Sylvie and Her New Owner

The Nth regular meeting of the Ministry of Service.

"Okay, that's the overview of the matter." President Han Yueru Dong has gained a few pounds, and she always keeps her chest up and her stomach in. "How to deal with the enemy?"

"It's so cool," Wen Yuyan rubbed her hands, "Mo Xue has come to beg us."

"Be serious," Han Yueru gave her a white look, "Let's be less vulgar."

Hill suggested: "I can have someone warn Fu Lin and force him to hand over the photos."

The president shook his head: "What if something happens in the opposite direction? If he is forced to hand over the photos, he will know that Mo Xue is looking for someone as soon as he thinks about it, and he may release the photos in retaliation."

Once the photo was released, he was finished, and Mo Xue couldn't stay any longer.

"I didn't miss anything..." Wen Yuyan smacked her lips, "Didn't you say covering your chest? Just take a bikini photo."

"Standing and talking doesn't hurt your back," Hill kicked her. "How could it be the same?"

Even if she didn't miss anything, she could still imagine the strong sexual hints in Mo Xue's photos. This is the most deadly thing, and it can make any vicious speculation and comments come to you.Pornography and beauty pictures are only one step away, and so are pornography and sexy.The star He Jie showed her shoulders in a bathtub full of petals, and was twisted into a nude door, and never recovered from the fall—so, never speculate on people with the greatest kindness.

"Call the police," Si Kongqing said, "Let's not intervene in anything illegal."

"Won't calling the police make things worse?"

"Both parties are underage." Si Kongqing shook his head, "There won't be any trouble."

Even if there is a big trouble, the school can suppress it.

"But..." Hill hesitated, "What if Fu Lin sent a photo to a friend in advance, saying what if he was caught and sent it immediately?"

Han Yueru and Wen Yuyan were deeply convinced.

Sikong Qing sighed, and lightly tapped Hill's head:

"Do you think life is a novel? If he is caught and sent immediately, if his friends really know that he has been arrested, do you think they dare to post it? Or he made a software that automatically sends it when he is caught. If he has the ability Still doing this kind of thing?

"He's just a student. He's not a perverted murderer or a habitual offender. Maybe his IQ is not as high as yours. Normal people will be honest when they see the police. They can tell you how many times they have peed on the bed. The police are better than you think. much more powerful."

She poked Hill's forehead: "So, rest assured."

Hill covered his forehead and pouted: "Oh."

Only then did she realize that she was thinking too much, substituting all the plots of the bloody plots into the book. After thinking about it carefully, how can normal people have so many manipulations, and they don’t want to leave a criminal record, and honestly confess that it is normal to cooperate with the police. Not even thinking of revenge.For a boy from an ordinary family, leaving a criminal record, being expelled from school, no longer being innocent in political trials, not being accepted by a good university, not being accepted by a good company, may be the end of his life.

Fortunately, she also thought of many ways to use the power of the Sikong family to bully others.

"What if he's out of his mind?" She didn't give up, and asked again.

Sikong Qing smiled: "Then I will let him calm down."

Si Kongqing has always been a person who keeps her word, although she seldom speaks.

It is said that the police went to Fu Lin's home. After the incident, no photos were released. The police deleted all the photos in front of him. After returning to school, they were given a detention for probation.

Things spread out of nowhere, the former rumor-monger is now the criminal in the rumors, robbery, theft, all kinds of trumped-up charges, Fu Ming couldn't bear it, and transferred to another school.

But it will take time to change their views on Mo Xue.

The commission is still not over.

But more important than entrusting is——

12 month 31 day.

During the rare three-day New Year's Day holiday, Yuhua City was brightly lit at midnight.

No fireworks, no countdown bells, but still, you can kiss the people around you.

At night, the sky is covered with snowflakes that occur once in ten years.

Lian Xin looked out the window, lowered her head and continued to calculate on the draft paper.

Mu Ci and his buddies fought all night in the Internet cafe, knowing nothing about Daxue.

Su Na went to her grandparents' house, and after the old man went to sleep, she and Sikong Ruoshui commented on the New Year's Eve party.

Wen Yuyan's novel is highly praised and added to the list.

Mo Xue took out her mobile phone and typed with trembling red hands: "Mom, I'm home."

The other party replied quickly: "Did you not bring the key? Mom is going to ask for leave and be right back. Is someone bullying you at school? If you have anything to do, you must tell mom, my daughter is the best!"

Mo Xue had a sore nose, lowered her head, and choked in the cold wind.

On the west coast of America, it's daylight.Qi Lulu looked into the distance, his hometown thousands of miles away, and those people, what is going on now?

wishing all the best.

"Fireworks and firecrackers are banned in big cities," Hill leaned on the railing, looking down at the night scene, "It's a pity."

Si Kongqing hugged her from behind and sniffed her breath.Then, not content with that, she turned the girl over and pressed her against the railing.

"It's a new year, give me a lot of advice."

She finished and kissed.

advice?

Hill felt that his thinking was wrong.

PS: Today is Mother's Day

第190八章：融化

It rarely snows in the south, but it gets out of hand at once.After one night, the world turns silver.The branches outside the window were crushed, and a thin layer of snow covered the car window.The snow fell from the trees, and the people in the house could not hear the sound.

It's white album season again.

Hill huddled under the quilt, and the warm bed sealed people away. Although the south is not without heating, it is obvious that this house does not.Air-conditioning is a kind of salvation, but it's still not as good as a stove and a bed.

No one is around.

It seems that Si Kongqing has already woken up.

However, she can stay asleep if no one calls her.

"Ding."

The phone sends out a notification tone for a text message.

She moved her head, pulled out her mobile phone from under the pillow, and opened it under the quilt.

"thank you all.Also, happy new year. ——by Mo Xue

There are actually not many people who send text messages these days. After all, everyone likes to use QQ and WeChat to send blessings in groups. On the contrary, Mo Xue's text message is full of the breath of parents, colleagues and friends, but it is not embarrassing.

So, she also replied: "Happy New Year. 』

Get up.

New Year's Day did not let the teachers show mercy, homework piled up, and she owed two months of "Quiz" and "Little Questions", the teacher said to let her "make up as much as possible"-forgive me her.

Instead of being self-taught, it's better to have a little more time with Sikong Qing, maybe the synchronization rate will increase, and she will be able to soar into the sky... Cough, I still shouldn't have such lazy thoughts.

After she finished washing, she saw Uncle Ji, the housekeeper, sweeping snow in front of the door, and the gray snow piled up into hills at the intersection.She asked curiously, "Where's Si Kongqing?"

Uncle Ji smiled and said, "Go to the company."

Well, it looks like she is planning something she doesn't understand.Si Kongqing probably has some special talent in economics, and at such an age, he often makes do with the board meetings held by Sikong Ruoshui.She also visited Sacred Heart's benevolent shareholder meeting. No one in the vast crowd knew that she was the second lady of Sikong's family—even though it was useless to know—she took two bottles of mineral water and sat in a corner, listening to a bunch of obscure words. The difficult term was drowsy, but Si Kongqing next to him was enjoying it.

When her thoughts returned to reality, she saw Lian Xin building a snowman in the yard.

With her back turned to her, the little girl kneaded snowdrifts into balls by herself, and seemed to want to knead another one and stack them up.Hill quietly stood aside, picked up a ball of snow, held it in his hand not too tightly, and threw it at the little girl——

Snapped!

The snowballs were scattered, and Lian Xin was startled. Turning around, she saw the sister she was thinking about, but she froze in place, with the snow all over her body being rubbed by the snowman, like a little fool.

"You were already asleep when you came back last night." Hill walked over and patted the snow on Lianxin's body, "I didn't bother you."

Lian Xin pursed her lips, and said aggrievedly: "I didn't sleep. I heard that my sister came back. I wanted to find her, but..."

Hill tilted his head: "But what?"

Lian Xin lowered her head: "I heard my sister's cry."

Hill: "..."

The sound insulation effect of this house is no better than that of an apartment. She thinks she is quite restrained, but she didn't expect to miss a little sound and still be heard!

It's over, she's guilty, she taught the children badly.

Her face was flushed, but her mouth was still stubborn: "Little brat, that's your elder sister Sikong Qing's voice."

"Well," Lian Xin nodded and said softly, "Sister, are you...happy now?"

Hill squatted down a little, and pinched the little girl's face: "Happy, fried chicken is happy. If you hold the idea that it doesn't matter to you as long as your sister is happy, I will not be happy."

Lian Xin struggled a bit, and whispered:

"I do not have……

"My sister is happy...and so am I."

So don't worry about me.

Hill took off the little girl's gloves, and her palms were a little red from the cold. She rubbed them in her own hands, and felt that this behavior was a bit stupid.Putting the gloves back on again, Hill took off her scarf and wrapped it around Lianxin's neck. After looking at it for a while, she said:

"Quite good looking."

Lian Xin only felt that her face was hot, the scarf that still had body temperature made her feel warmer, and... the smell of her sister.

"Come on," Hill walked to the opposite side, "build a snowman, my sister has never built a snowman when she grows up."

Hearing this, Lian Xin nodded with a sense of mission - she must help her sister build a snowman.