Quick wear: the villain can also push the male protagonist!

Chapter 145 I am a Bodyguard and Girlfriend Who Loves Learning ([-])

"Wait!" The smile on Song Yu's face finally couldn't hold back, twisted into a gnashing of teeth, "A bodyguard is a bodyguard, but I..."

He paused, struggling for a second between his own face and the little fox that was about to get his hands.

Then he decisively threw his doughy face to the ground, and stepped on it by the way.

"But as a rich second generation, I don't even have a girlfriend, so... I lose face." Song Yu closed her eyes lightly, forced a smile, and could feel her integrity cracking under her feet one place.

"So why don't you help people to the end... play with me?"

Seeing that Bai Ling was hesitant, he gritted his teeth and added unwillingly, "It's just a play, it won't delay your study."

... He is a good-looking talent, a man of good looks, a campus god who has fans of his sisters and brothers everywhere he goes, but in the end, he has to compete with his studies for favor.

...The most annoying thing is that even if he tried all the eighteen martial arts, he was completely defeated.

Countless baits were cast down, almost filling up the traps, and finally the little fox poked his nose and sniffed it, and lowered a paw reservedly.

Under Song Yu's eager gaze, Bai Ling nodded, "Deal."

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Song Yu seems to be unhurried most of the time, but occasionally, he is very aggressive.

For example, on the second day after negotiating with Bai Ling, there was a rumor in the school that Song Yu had cheated on the beautiful and lovely junior, An Haiyue, and kicked Shen Yihuan, who was full of misery and chased him from the next class to the current class.

Song Yu, who was at the center of the rumors, turned a blind eye to the contemptuous or heartbroken eyes around her.

He happily waited until the second class was over, and then when there were the most people in the classroom, he took out a box of cut fruits, and put the lunch box between him and Bai Ling.

Startled by the sound, his newly appointed little bodyguard and girlfriend finally poked his head out of the sea of ​​questions and glanced at him.

Song Yu's lips curled up, he pointed at the diced fruit, then at himself, and leaned lazily on the table.

The meaning is obvious: come and feed.

Bai Ling glanced at him, sighed, put down the book, picked up the fork next to the lunch box, and forked a small piece of apple.

... so good.

Song Yu smiled, and opened his mouth with an ah.

Then I saw the apple piece getting farther and farther away from him...

Bai Ling bit the apple in one bite, inserted the fork politely, and pushed the lunch box back, "Thank you."

Then she picked up the pen, and wrote the word "jie" in the next blank of the exercise book, and plunged into the sea of ​​questions again.

...She thought Song Yu was asking her to eat fruit, so she was very considerate and took a symbolic bite.

Song Yu: "..."

The corners of his eyes twitched.

He could tell that the little fox's brain circuit was very different from that of ordinary people.

You can't beat around the bush when talking to her, otherwise she will follow your bend and turn out a high slope of loess with nine twists and turns.

With a dark face, Song Yu pushed the lunch box over again, lowered her voice, and said through gritted teeth, "Hey me!"

After Bai Ling finished writing a formula, he looked at him sideways, a little surprised, "Your hand hurt?"

Song Yu clenched his fist, and the small veins on his forehead burst out.

He curled up the corners of his mouth with a half-smile, and said in a hated voice, "Hurry up to fulfill your girlfriend's obligations, and you'll get a five-figure salary a month, do you hear me?"

The word "salary" seems to have a miraculous effect on the little fox that has plucked its hair.

Although she still looked confused about what the girlfriend had to do with feeding the fruit, she didn't say anything more.

And it seemed that she was worried that she would be squeezed out of her salary by the capitalist rich second generation if she was too slow to feed her. She picked up an apple and rushed to Song Yu's mouth with lightning speed, as if she had planned a hasty suicide attack.

Song Yu was in a cold sweat, really afraid that this mediocre nerd would stab himself to death with a fork.

(End of this chapter)