Ninety-first bowl of soup (seven)
A long time ago, except for taking a bath, Song Yan would not take off the white gloves on his hands.
The atmosphere seemed to become a little awkward in an instant. Of course, Song Yan didn't feel it. To him, it had nothing to do with him, so others were embarrassed... What did he do
He was ruthless and extremely cold. There is only one part of a person's feelings, and they can only be entrusted to one person, and it is impossible to share any extra pity or love.
Qing Huan tugged at his hand: "It's nine o'clock in one minute. Didn't you say you have to clock in." Otherwise, the wages will be deducted. I just bought so many things for her... No matter how small a mosquito is, it's meat, so don't be late.
That's right, she wasn't embarrassed, didn't care, and didn't feel pity.
From here to the library... there are a lot of steps, it takes about three minutes, and it takes less than a minute to get there... Qing Huan wants to sigh, this must be charged, right? Who knew that Song Yan suddenly picked her up, like a princess in an apartment, and then strode forward. He is tall and has long legs, one step is worth three steps of hers, holding a hundred catties of her is like a normal person, as if he is holding a balloon in his hand, when he finally clocked in successfully, Qing Huan clearly saw that the time was 08 :59:59.
Clothes.
"Put me down quickly."
Song Yan put her down, and she straightened her skirt. When she was picked up and ran wildly just now, her heart beat faster, for fear that the spring would leak out. The door of the library is closed after opening. After all, it is impossible to survive in such weather without turning on the air conditioner. In the apartment, Song Yan turned on the air conditioner to 16, and Qing Huan was frozen to death, so he hugged her in his arms—later Qing Huan seriously suspected that the other party deliberately lowered the temperature so low just because he wanted to hug her.
The university belle was embarrassed to come in again, but the urban beauty followed and returned the borrowed book with a smile. Song Yan smiled at her: "Please wait a moment."
"Okay, I'm in no hurry."
Even though he said that, his eyes were always glued to Song Yan.
The service desk was empty, Song Yan put Qing Huan on a swivel chair, then handed her the bag that she had been carrying all the time, kissed her little face, and whispered: "Play by yourself for a while."
"Um."
He just came back to deal with the borrowing of books, and the urban beauty left after returning the books. After all, she still had to go to work, so she would come back after work at noon, and she could stay longer when choosing books. Before she left, she looked at Qing Huan's face, feeling a little sore and understanding. If she could be so good-looking, Mr. Song would have been able to catch her by now, right? Although it is said that mature women also have the beauty of mature women, she still can't help but envy the little girls in their early twenties, who are tender and delicate, who are loved and pampered, how happy they are.
The little girl from junior high school followed in because she skipped class, and had no plans to leave. But Song Ye never took the initiative to talk to her, so she became a little unhappy, staring at Qing Huan, then at Song Ye, and back and forth, the two stared at each other alternately. Young and energetic, he asked completely regardless of the presence of his real girlfriend: "Uncle, don't you like me? Don't you accept my pursuit?"
Song Ye hugged a blanket for Qing Huan, wrapped her legs, and the air conditioner in the library was very low. Hearing the little girl's question, he didn't even bother to play it perfunctory, and ignored it—he didn't have time to play love games with brats, and he didn't bother to take care of their emotions. If he really couldn't stand it, it didn't matter if he died.
Qing Huan was wrapped into a small rice dumpling, she tilted her head and asked, "Do you need help tidying up?"
"No, you play."
She nodded and ignored it.
The little girl jumped up and down: "Hey! Are you Uncle's girlfriend?! Why do you have such an attitude when you see a rival in love?! You don't really like Uncle at all, do you?! Hey!"
Qing Huan only reads the books of sages and sages, but keeps her ears shut.
"I'm talking to you!" He didn't dare to be rude to Song Ni, but he dared to be rude to his girlfriend. The little girl is a problem girl. In order to establish her prestige in school, she has slapped many girls in the face, stripped a few girls' clothes and took photos, which means that she still looks a bit human in front of Mr. Song. What she hates the most is this kind of good girl who looks like she has good grades! She is pretty and can learn, and she makes it seem like she is inferior to others in everything, I really hate it!
What's so good about this kind of woman's pretentiousness? What does Mr. Song like about her? !
"I'm younger than her! Why doesn't uncle like me?!" The little girl leaned over persistently, insisting on asking an answer.
Song Yan's eyes darkened, but Qing Huan looked up from the book, Ruoyu thoughtfully said: "Probably because you are ugly."
The little girl jumped up and wanted to curse, but Qing Huan looked at her seriously, her plain face without makeup was still amazingly beautiful, her skin didn't even have a pore, even sitting there quietly was a beautiful sight. She was answering the question seriously. Compared with her, the little girl with heavy makeup was really nothing to notice.
After answering the question, Qing Huan continued to look down at the book, with the rose herbal tea that Mr. Song made for her last night, and the small cake he bought, she looked like she was on vacation...
"If you don't leave, I may have to notify your school." Song Yan sat in front of the computer, tapping the desktop with her slender fingertips, "Today is Thursday, should I go to school?"
The little girl turned pale, "You, you don't know which school I go to..."
"I'll find out soon." Song Yan chuckled, and quickly tapped his fingers on the keyboard for a moment. In less than two minutes, he read slowly: "Yang Xiaohua, a student in Class 37, Junior Class No. 4 Middle School of Haibin City, was born On X/X, XXXX, lived in Room 401, Unit 2, Building 3, Bihai Community, Fanghuai District, Haibin City, father Yang Wei, a long-distance driver, mother Gao Fen, a middle school teacher, and a total of 174,856 deposits in the family Yuan, uh... the scores of the three subjects in the mid-term exam are 21, 9, and 17, respectively."
After a pause, he asked, "Do you need me to read any more?"
The little girl's face was pale and white, she gave him a bitter look, turned around and ran away.
"... The total score of the three subjects is forty-seven?" Qing Huan was speechless, "Let me see."
She manipulated the chair to slide over, and Song Yan embraced her in an instant. Qing Huan quickly glanced at the little girl's results, her facial expression was indescribable: "How is Chinese 21 tested?"
"There are geniuses in this world, and there are idiots, my dear." Song Yan squeezed her soft flesh, "The most ridiculous thing is that idiots don't realize their own stupidity."
"... This girl has a lot of bad deeds. Her mother is a teacher in the school, but she can remember so many demerits, and she was ordered to go home and reflect on it for a semester. Bullying people..." The seemingly innocent little girl actually did it by picking up a female classmate Taking photos with bare clothes and slapping people in the face. Because they are underage, it is impossible to sentence them, so it is to criticize education and let parents take them home.
But it seems that her parents did not educate her well.
"Stupid and bad." Song Yan said lightly.
Qing Huan shook her head and was about to go back to her seat, but was hugged by Song Yan: "Don't ask me how I found these?" Among other things, student status files are confidential information.
Qing Huan asked: "Do you want to tell me?"
Song Yan smiled: "If you want to know."
"Then I'd better not know." She closed the page. "I don't think I'm ready for the time being. You can tell me when you can't help it."
She is not very curious, and she is not the kind of person who insists on spying on other people's secrets. There are too many people in this world who have secrets. Sometimes, she feels that maintaining a sense of mystery is the most correct choice.
Not only women, but also men can be extraordinarily attractive because of secrets.
Song Yan hugged her and kissed her: "It's so cute."
"Ah... someone is here, someone is here, let me go."
A boy who looked like a college student came in. He returned the books. His eyes widened when he saw Qing Huan. He wanted to leave, but he sat down at the table near the service counter. He secretly read through the books and sent photos to In the dormitory group: Brothers, look! What a beautiful girl!
There was a burst of wolf howling in the group.
But soon...
"Hey? What's going on?" Why did the phone suddenly go black... Shutting it off and restarting didn't work... Broken? ? The boy peeled off the phone case to check the battery inside, and then turned it on again. This time it was fine, but there was nothing in it... When he downloaded the chat software using the library's Wi-Fi and went online, the roommates in the group were wailing.
Why withdraw! I didn't have time to save it!
So lovely! Is it at the city library? New administrator
Was the handsome administrator fired before? ? ? Very good! ! ! ! ! I can go after the goddess! ! ! ! !
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The boy was not in the mood to reply to them. He felt that he needed to make an after-sales call to ask what was going on, but now it's better to take a photo of a beautiful woman first. Everyone has a love for beauty.
But just as he picked up his mobile phone, it was Song Yan who entered the camera.
It was extremely embarrassing to be found secretly taking pictures of someone else's girlfriend. Song Yan pressed her finger on the camera, with a gentle smile on the corner of her mouth: "Please don't take pictures in the library."
"Oh ok ok, sorry..."
"It doesn't matter."
When Song Yan left, the boy quietly picked up the phone—what the hell is wrong with the camera? ?
He is really going to find the after-sales service! ! ! !
Qing Huan watched the boy run away in a hurry, dragging his chin: "He doesn't read anymore?"
Song Yan murmured: "A boy of this age is not attractive."
Qing Huan was silent for two seconds, then suddenly snickered. Song Yan hugged her from behind: "What are you laughing at?"
In front of Qing Huan was the surveillance video, while paying attention to whether anyone was coming, she praised Song Yan: "Too young, not as mature and handsome as you."
Song Yan felt that she was very good at talking, and she just touched his heart, so she asked, "Then which one do you like?"
"Your model." The answer was sonorous and forceful.
Can it be sonorous or powerful? She didn't want to post it in the library.