The goddess teases me every day

Chu Yao stood inside the door and listened to Song Qing whispering on the phone. She walked inside until she couldn't hear the sound.

This is the teacher's dormitory building. Chu Yao had seen it from a distance before but didn't come in. Now it is indeed much better than their dormitory environment.

Small one bedroom, one living room and one bathroom.

There is a retro-style crystal lamp hanging above the head, the wallpaper is light blue, and the light is very warm on it.There is a sofa in the middle of the living room, which seats two people. Facing the sofa is an LCD TV, estimated to be about [-] inches, hanging in the middle and occupying a wall.

Behind the TV is the bedroom with the door closed and next to it is the bathroom.

It looked neat and impeccably clean.

Chu Yao sat down on the sofa. There was a black notebook on the coffee table, and there were several books on economics next to the notebook. When she arranged the books, she heard the door click behind her.

Song Qing came in.

Chu Yao sat up straight quickly, Song Qing put the mobile phone on the tea table and said to Chu Yao, "Lie down."

Chu Yao looked terrified.

Song Qing took her arm and let her lie on the sofa, and she didn't forget to give her a pillow to cushion her head.

"...have something to say."

"Don't move, give you a massage."

"Oh……"

Song Qing pinched her waist with her fingers, and felt a tingling sensation. She was exhausted during practice today. She really wants to take a good rest now, but it's not here...

At first, Chu Yao was able to reluctantly refuse, but later seeing that Song Qing was really comfortable, so she lay down on the pillow and enjoyed it.

Song Qing went all the way from arms to waist to legs.

Chu Yao was a thin person, and she wouldn't gain weight if she ate to death, so Song Qing frowned as she squeezed it. She should have asked Mrs. Zhang to make some more ribs just now.

Within 5 minutes, Chu Yao couldn't bear to meet Zhou Gong.

Song Qing sat down with a set of massage and her arms were slightly sore. She wrapped her long hair in a clip and asked Chu Yao, "Is it better?"

Turning his head, Chu Yao was sleeping soundly.

She shook her head and smiled, went to the bedroom and took a small quilt to cover Chu Yao's body, and turned her over for her, otherwise her body would definitely be more sore when she wakes up in this position.

Chu Yao let her help him turn over, the phone rang suddenly, she hurried to pick it up, it was Chu Yao's phone.

Zhang Jing is displayed on the phone.

It was her roommate.

Song Qing went to the bathroom, coughed and answered, "Hello."

Before Zhang Jing could realize that it wasn't Chu Yao, she said like a machine gun, "What time did you come back at night? Why don't you come back now? Where did this training go? I'm still waiting for your dinner!"

After listening to this paragraph, Song Qing said softly: "Sorry, Chu Yao may come back later today."

Only then did Zhang Jing come to her senses: "Who are you? Did you lose Chu Yao's phone? Don't touch me, I'll come and get it now!"

Song Qing reported her family name: "I am Song Qing."

"Oh Goddess!"

"Chu Yao is with you?"

Song Qing replied to her: "Well, that's it, I'll hang up first."

Zhang Jing didn't respond stupidly, and then Song Qing hung up the phone, and Zhang Jing finally realized, I'm sorry, why are they together, is it Song Qing who answered the phone?

She was sitting on the bed with her mobile phone in her hand thinking about something, Zhao Ting opened the door and came in and saw her and asked, "Why don't you turn on the lights."

Zhang Jing tilted her head and looked at Zhao Ting: "You said, is it possible that the goddess Song Qing is crooked?"

Zhao Ting put the book on the table: "It's impossible to think about it with your butt. Even if she is bent, her father will straighten her."

Right.

A company as big as Decheng cannot live without an heir.

But she still couldn't figure out why Song Qing was so kind to Chu Yao! ! !

It doesn't make sense at all.

Compared with Zhang Jing's hard thinking and meditation, one of the parties involved was sleeping soundly. Chu Yao had a sweet dream. In the dream, there were mountains, rivers and a rabbit. She was walking on the ridge with the rabbit in her arms, and then the rabbit suddenly spoke.

"Beautiful young lady, you are so kind to me, let me give you a present!"

Chu Yao asked with a smile: What gift?

The rabbit hopped on her shoulder and put its red lips together: give it a kiss.

Chu Yao took a step back in fright, stepped on the ground, and then jumped up from the sofa, meeting Song Qing's surprised eyes.

The four eyes met each other, looking at each other silently, Chu Yao seemed to be able to hear the sound of a crow floating in his head.

slightly embarrassing.

"Hi……"

She extended her hand and smirked to say hello, then hurriedly sat on the sofa and straightened her hair and clothes.

Song Qing looked a little funny at her.

"Dream?"

Chu Yao nodded.

I have been having nightmares continuously for the past two days, it seems that I have some backs.

Aunt Zhang brought dinner just now, and Song Qing was startled by her bouncing just as she was about to wake up Chu Yao.

Chu Yao sat there blankly after waking up, and Song Qing walked over and said, "Go wash up and have dinner."

"Oh well."

Chu Yao went into the bathroom.

Compared with the living room outside, the bathroom is cleaner, pure white, even the sink is white without a hair.

This girl has a cleanliness.

Chu Yao washed his face, looked at the white towel and thought about it, but he still didn't pull it off, but just wiped it with the facial tissue on the side cabinet.

After leaving the door, Song Qing was sitting at the dining table when she saw Chu Yao waving: "Come here."

Chu Yao moved over with small steps, and on the table were three dishes and one soup, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, spicy chicken, Kung Pao chicken, and winter melon and seaweed soup, all of which looked quite simple.

"You did it?"

Song Qing raised her head and smiled, "Of course not."

want to know.

There is no kitchen here at all.

Chu Yao picked up a spicy chicken with chopsticks, took a bite, it was full of spicy taste!

She had already trained all afternoon, and then drank another drink. She had just gone to the toilet and her stomach was empty. How could she resist this temptation now?

Song Qing didn't seem too hungry, she kept feeding her food, Chu Yao felt a little embarrassed while eating.

"Aren't you going to eat?"

Song Qing asked without answering, "Is it delicious?"

"of course."

Song Qing chased after the victory: "Compared with the cafeteria?"

"It must be delicious!"

"Then come and eat every day."

Chu Yao shook his hand biting the spicy chicken, and the meat fell on the table.

So the ancients said it well, eat without talking and sleep without talking.

Look, a good piece of meat is gone!

Chu Yao said with a mournful face, "It's not very convenient, I don't have a fixed time to eat every day."

Song Qing blinked: "It's okay, I'll wait for you to come over."

Chu Yao gritted his teeth: "It's really unnecessary, I'm a very lazy person, and I usually only expect my roommates to bring me meals."

Song Qing sighed.

"Eat."

"Ah."

It wasn't a happy meal, but Chu Yao was indeed full. When she stood up, she felt her stomach was full, so she stood up and helped Song Qing clean up the dishes.

Song Qing dumped the unfinished dishes into the trash can, put the bowls and chopsticks in the basket, and Chu Yao shook around seeing that she had nothing to do.

Near the window she found an easel for painting.

There is also a stool in front of the easel.

She sat down in front of the easel, picked up a pen and pretended to start copying in the air.

Song Qing packed up her things, wiped the table clean, and looked at Chu Yao.

Chu Yao looked at her, and the paintbrush in his hand trembled: "Can you still draw?"

Song Qing walked to her side: "When I'm bored, I will draw blindly."

She tore off the covering cloth, and an unfinished painting appeared in front of Chu Yao. It was a vase with a few flowers on it. The painting was not finished, it should be more than half done, and the flowers hadn't been colored yet.

Song Qing asked Xiang Chuyao, "Do you want to learn?"

Chu Yao turned around and saw Song Qing lying down and standing behind her: "Forget it..."

Just as she was about to put down the paintbrush in her hand, Song Qing gently held her hand.

Song Qing's fingers are long and slender, her nails are well trimmed, and her fingertips are pink. At this moment, she is grabbing her own hand to scribble on the painting in front of her.

Chu Yao lowered her head quietly, the warmth behind her was attached to her back, her breath seemed to be on the neck, itching.

"I……"

Song Qing said softly: "Don't talk, just look at the painting."

Only then did Chu Yao obediently shut up, watching the flowers on the painting start to become colorful, her hand was driven by Song Qing to paint on it, and the painting seemed to have life under her hand and began to brighten.

Chu Yao's eyes lit up.

"is it beautiful?"

"Ah."

Song Qing continued her efforts: "Why don't you come and draw after training every day."

Chu Yao: ...

This girl is trying to get herself here, right?

It's a pity that Chu Yao still has a little resistance in front of beauty.

"I should go back."

Song Qing sighed helplessly, and said in a clear voice, "Don't move, there is still a place that I haven't drawn well."

Only then did Chu Yao sit upright and let Song Qing put the final signature on it.

Signature - Huahua.

Song Qing held Chu Yao's hand and wrote stroke by stroke, the latter blushed slightly.

"I didn't draw it."

Song Qing echoed: "Well, your paintings must look better."

Chu Yao: ...

Song Qing took off the paintbrush in her hand, and then inserted/inserted five fingers into the gap between Chu Yao's fingers, holding it weakly and bonelessly. The warm touch was tightly pressed against Chu Yao, and the joint of their palms suddenly sweated. Don't know whose.

Chu Yao's heart was beating like a drum, she shrank back and stood up: "I really want to go back."

Song Qing looked at the empty palm and nodded.

Just as Chu Yao was about to go out, Song Qing shouted, "Wait a minute."

She took three photographs from a book on the side.

"I'm willing to admit defeat."

Chu Yao: ...

She picked the middle one, a photo of Song Qing and Bai Hua, it was prettier than Hua.

Song Qing took back the remaining two.

Chu Yao waved his hand: "Let's go."

"Ah."

"See you tomorrow."

Chu Yao picked up his shoes: "See you tomorrow."

Mom...

She doesn't want to go to training tomorrow! ! !