Hold on, we can break up! [Quick Transmigration]

Yingnuo will not hand over the things for the time being, one is because of the favorability he wants to gain, and the other is because Mu Qingmu is not willing to part with it.

Mu Qingmu misses Zhao Yuning so much that he becomes ill, and now that he meets a person who is so similar to him, his reason is clearly telling him that this man in front of him is not Zhao Yuning at all, he is even a person who will participate in drug trafficking and is much more despicable than his police officer But as long as he saw Song Yanchen's dark eyes, he couldn't help but sink into them.

It would be great if this person was Zhao Yuning, who would appear in front of me in good health, talking and smiling. If he could be given another chance, he would be willing to pay any price.

"Is it because I didn't speak clearly enough?" Song Yanchen seemed to be a different person when he threatened someone. He didn't have the usual sloppy look, and even had a little bit of ruthlessness. The strength in his hands once again Increase the size, as if trying to twist Ying Nuo's arm off.

Yingnuo let out a painful snort, a teardrop came out of the corner of his eye, and even a layer of cold sweat quickly broke out on his forehead: "If you want something, you can find it yourself, teacher... Hasn't the teacher taught you not to promote violence? "

Although these words were spoken intermittently, the momentum was still fearless in the face of danger.

Song Yanchen was stunned for a moment, then smiled suddenly: "You little brat learns pretty fast."

When the two first met, Ying Nuo was going to stab someone with a kitchen knife, that's what Song Yanchen said at that time.

The tense atmosphere seemed to have eased a bit, Ying Nuo was a little annoyed, and struggled with all his strength: "You still don't let me go?"

Song Yanchen was quiet for a while, and finally let go of him and took a step back, staring at Ying Nuo with displeasure on his face: "I'm the one who got the things hidden, you should be wronged first."

With red eyes, Ying Nuo didn't speak, and stood on the spot and took a few deep breaths.

Mu Qingmu's illness has not fully healed. When encountering such a situation with large emotional fluctuations, she can't help but want to get into the vortex of negative emotions. Ying Nuo claims to have a good mental quality, but it is a bit difficult to control herself at this moment.

"Are you hungry? I made cupcakes." Ying Nuo lowered his eyes and stopped looking at him, slowly adjusting his emotions.

Song Yanchen didn't speak, and looked at this innocent-looking young man with searching eyes.

From the time the two met until now, Ying Nuo's reaction was obviously not what a normal person should have, especially the fact that he hid his things, which made him vigilant.

"What are you hiding my things for?" Song Yanchen ignored Yingnuo's question and turned cold again.

For a drug dealer, losing his goods is indeed a big deal, Yingnuo knew he had to give a reason, so he didn't hide anything: "Because I want to see you again."

Song Yanchen was slightly surprised, "What?"

The tips of Ying Nuo's ears were stained with a layer of crimson, but her eyes stared at the man's eyes without hesitation, "Because I still want to see you again, so I hid your things."

The air was suddenly quiet, Song Yanchen's expression changed, he came over and pinched Ying Nuo's face, he couldn't hear any emotion from his tone: "Why do you still want to see me?"

If we go on like this, it will really be endless. I can't say... I fell in love with you at first sight, right?

Yingnuo didn't want to let the two of them continue to stand still, he snorted angrily, raised his head and said loudly: "Because I'm too boring to make cupcakes at home, so I ask you to try them!"

It was obviously another unsophisticated lie. Song Yanchen sighed inwardly, guessing that the kid would not confess easily, he lazily went down the steps he gave him: "Really? Where is the cupcake?"

Ying Nuo let out a breath, immediately cheered up, he ran into the kitchen excitedly, then took out the cakes that had been made through untold hardships, and held them in front of the man with both hands like offering treasures: "Taste it."

The rich milk scent wafted into his nostrils, and Song Yanchen suddenly felt better. He picked up a big bite and bit down, feeling a little greasy from the sweetness: "Next time, add less white sugar."

Yingnuo obediently said "Oh", picked the ugliest one, picked it up and fed it to his mouth, chewed it slowly for a while, curled his lips, and asked with a puzzled face: "It's not sweet at all, isn't your sense of taste sweet?" Something wrong?"

Song Yanchen laughed out of anger. He leaned against the dining table in a relaxed manner. He lowered his head inadvertently and happened to see a trash can full of bread crumbs. I didn't realize that you are still a handicapped child."

Yingnuo's cheeks were stuffed with cakes, and he didn't get angry when Song Yanchen pissed him off. He snatched away the little cake he had carefully made, and muttered, "Then don't eat it."

Song Yanchen smiled and said nothing, but he still ate the cake in his hand.

"Don't you need to hang out with the society today?" The kitchen was already a mess, and Ying Nuo was chatting with Song Yanchen while washing the dishes.

Song Yanchen couldn't help smoking after eating, but after all, he was in someone else's house, so he had no choice but to hold back the cigarette in his hand and smell it: "The little brother lost the goods, and the big brother got angry, so he picked him up early in the morning." Go to the front and teach him a lesson for a long time, and then tell him to come and see him if he can’t find it.”

Ying Nuo paused while washing the dishes, and her heart beat violently several times: "Are you really... bringing your head up to see you?"

"It's a society." Song Yanchen smiled indifferently, as if a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water, "it only needs swords, lights and swords to be exciting."

Yingnuo rolled her eyes silently, thinking about when it would be better to return the things to Song Yanchen, or should she quietly report to the police station first?

"I'm thirsty." Song Yanchen sat on the sofa like an old man, not treating himself as an outsider at all: "Is there any tea?"

After cleaning her hands, Ying Nuo found a box of tea leaves, and threw it directly into the man's arms: "I have to brew it myself, and I have to wash the dishes."

Song Yanchen said "Oh".

"System," Yingnuo looked at Song Yanchen's back secretly from the kitchen, and asked with some uncertainty, "Did his favorability for me decrease?"

System: "Not really."

"Then why do I feel that he is hot and cold towards me now?" Ying Nuo rubbed his wrist, his eyebrows knit together, "He just used the grappling technique on me, and he didn't show mercy at all. My hand is still aching."

The system still had a nonchalant tone, and said slowly: "Song Yanchen is a gangster after all, so it's normal to be on guard. If the favorability value doesn't drop, it means that he still trusts you."

Yingnuo let out a "hmm", thought for a while and said, "I don't know if it's because of Mu Qingmu's obsession. I always accidentally confuse Song Yanchen and Zhao Yuning, what should I do?"

I don't know why, every time there is such a reaction similar to conditioned reflex, Yingnuo will feel a little guilty, and even feel that such a self is a bit hypocritical.

System: "If you experience the spiritual world of the original owner firsthand, it will not be easy to collapse the human design. You don't have to worry too much about the rest."

Ying Nuo said thoughtfully that she knew, but the strange feeling in her heart couldn't go away no matter what.

"Do you want some tea?" Song Yanchen leaned against the kitchen door at some point, holding a teacup in his hand: "The cake was too greasy just now, take a sip of my tea."

Ying Nuo was feeling a little parched, he put down the work at hand, took the teacup and drank half of it.

Song Yanchen's expression became a little weird, he suddenly raised his hand and rubbed the back of Ying Nuo's head, looking a little gentle.

Ying Nuo looked at him blankly, before he could react to the man's strange behavior, he suddenly felt dizzy for a while, and then his eyes went black.

The author has something to say: I went to pick up my second baby yesterday and came back with hives for no apparent reason. I can't help itching... The number of words is a little less today, and I will make up for it tomorrow!