I who pretended to be a bully have feline sequelae

Wen Yu held the umbrella and turned his back, refusing to talk to Zhang Youyuan again.

The team came out quickly, and because of Song Qiulin's height, he was at the end of the team, and his steps were slow, so he couldn't see the embarrassment of others hiding from the rain.

"Same table." Wen Yu stood on tiptoe and waved at her.

A few people from the first class at the side recognized her, looked at the two of them while walking, and then turned around and said a few inaudible whispers to the people around them.

Wen Yu didn't have time to care about them, he stared at Song Qiulin's footsteps, and when she approached, he stepped over and raised his arms, motioning for her to come into the umbrella.

"Why are you wearing a mask? Are you catching a cold?" Song Qiulin lowered his body slightly, got into Wen Yu's umbrella, took the umbrella handle from her, and touched her with the back of his hand during handover, "Hands are so cold?"

Someone helped to hold the umbrella, so Wen Yu finally didn't have to touch his toes to reach it. He shook his sore hands and moved up the mask to ensure that his mouth and nose were covered.

It has nothing to do with a cold, it's just that after running and exercising, Song Qiulin's smell will be stronger than usual due to the evaporation of sweat. She doesn't want to spend half a day in the infirmary like yesterday.

"A little bit, not serious."

"Accompany you to the infirmary?"

Wen Yu shook his head frantically, "If this goes on, people will think that I have settled down in the infirmary, and my surname is not Lin."

Lin Daiyu's Lin.

Song Qiulin cooperated with Wen Yu, and specially slowed down his pace.

"Song Qiulin, do you have a cat?"

Zhang Youyuan blocked them at the exit, "She doesn't raise a cat, she raises a princess. You don't know how much she spoils their cat, I won't even touch it."

"If you're willing to wash your hands before touching the cat, I wouldn't be so stingy." Song Qiulin cast a sideways glance at Youyuan, who automatically shut up, and she looked down at Wen Yu again, with a soft tone, "Yang, what's the matter."

"Oh." Wen Yu mentioned it casually, "Then what color is your wallpaper?"

"White."

"Then your cat is so pitiful. Do you know that cats can only distinguish between blue and green light, and other colors are just different degrees of gray in their eyes."

"Think about it, won't your cat be depressed in such a depressing color environment all day long?"

Zhang Youyuan looked at her lying down, "How do you know so clearly, you also have cats?"

Wen Yu: Because the kitten who is about to be depressed is me!

"No, but I like it very much."

"Like it?" Song Qiulin invited her, "Doesn't it recognize its life and want to come and see it?"

Wen Yu: Was it you who held my head the other day and taught me not to be familiar?sisters?Are you schizophrenic?

Song Qiulin seemed to be waiting for her answer.

"Okay!"

It's best to go there in person, and it's best to hide the phone secretly at Song Qiulin's house, so that you don't have to steal Song Qiulin's tablet to send messages to others, and reduce the possibility of being discovered.

Tang Yi walked outside, "What's for lunch, are you still going out?"

Song Qiulin looked at Wen Yu, who was taken aback.

Does this mean that she should eat with the three of them?

"We're not picky eaters, what about you, Wen Yu?"

With just such a sentence, Zhang Youyuan naturally classified her into a small group.

Wen Yu breathed lightly, for fear that he would break that naturalness.

"The one from last time." Song Qiulin said.

Zhang Youyuan echoed: "I also think it's delicious, the quantity is large and cheap, the boss is not afraid of losing money."

She turned her head to look at Wen Yu again, "How did you find out about this treasure store? We haven't been in that small alley for two years."

"The owner is someone I know." Wen Yu smiled, "Grandma Liu used to have a grandson, and his wish was to be admitted to the experimental class of No. [-] Middle School, so she opened the store there."

Zhang Youyuan: "What about her grandson now? How old is he? It's almost time for the high school entrance examination."

"The grandson is none of your business." Tang Yi elbowed her waist, pulled her neck to the side, and then said to Wen Yu, "Call Fangyang Yang together at noon, anyway, she is Commuting students, easy to get in and out of.”

"it is good."

Suddenly put his hands on his shoulders, it was Song Qiulin, leaning against his ears in a low voice, "Come here, the rain is getting heavier, don't get wet."

Wen Yu looked up, just in time to see her tight jaw line, because she had just run around, her slender neck was covered with a thin layer of water, and her earlobes were lightly pink.

At such a short distance, even through the mask's bewitching smell, it can always get in from different angles. Wen Yu blinked, the voice beside his ears weakened, and the sound of his own breathing in his brain became heavier and heavier.

thirsty.

But not the kind of thirst that lacks water.

She couldn't find a correct solution to the strange feeling, she just stretched her neck to get closer to Song Qiulin.

As Song Qiulin walked, he felt that the people beside him were slowly pressing their center towards him, lowering their heads inadvertently, and their chins brushed against something.

The drooping eyes are the girl's cheeks like ripe peaches, stuffed in the mask, seeming to be steaming, and a pair of round eyes are full of water vapor at this moment.

This look is too familiar to her.

"Wen Yu?"

"It's okay, I'm okay!" Wen Yu blinked, regained his senses, and suddenly got out of the umbrellas of the two of them, and ran downstairs in a few steps, "I'm in a hurry to go to the toilet, so let's go first!"

Squeezing sideways into the sweaty crowd going up the stairs, retreating away from Song Qiulin's numbness.

Wen Yu lowered his eyes, and gently covered his lips with his left hand through the mask.

Here just now, he touched Song Qiulin's chin, less than a centimeter away from his lips.

It was as if a spark exploded on her lips, bringing out a piercing electric current.

"Damn, what's going on recently." She cursed in a low voice.

……

Apart from going to the toilet, there was no room to catch your breath during the break in class one, let alone take out your phone to play, so Wen Yu didn't see Wen Ziyang's news until after school was almost over.

After peeling it off, the super sweet elder sister: I will be home at eight o'clock, and you'd better be at home by then.

After peeling off, the super sweet elder sister: I don’t have the patience to play the game of running away from home with you anymore.

Wen Yu's first reaction was not to panic, she quickly grasped another important point.

Wen Yu: Why don't you come home until eight o'clock?

After peeling it off, the super sweet elder sister: I have something to do, I will bring you back what you want to eat.

I am busy?

Certainly nothing serious.

The hospital got off work at six o'clock, and Wen Ziyang drove back even if he was stuck in traffic for at most an hour.

And according to Wen Yu's understanding of her, if he didn't deliberately hide it from himself, he would have just said what he was doing.

"Sister Song, is your sister back from a business trip?" Tang Yi leaned on the table and stretched out his hand, "Zhang Jiyao is crazy, so he sent me messages, asking me to invite you to hold a dust-cleaning party for your sister."

"Her sister has only been on a business trip for a few days, so there is nothing to wash."

Wen Yu quietly pricked up his ears.

Song Qiulin: "Yes."

"Huh?" Tang Yi hung on the table, "Do you know how difficult she is? If I don't give her an accurate answer today, she will definitely send me a message in 5 minutes. My phone card is broken and the battery is dead." until."

Song Qiulin smiled before saying, "I'm back. The plane arrives at [-]:[-] p.m., but she should have an appointment."

Tang Yi felt relieved, "Then I'll tell her to come back at five o'clock, and I don't care if there is an appointment or not."

Zhang Youyuan leaned on her shoulder and sighed, "I used to be such a passionate person, but it's a pity that my ideal person insisted on getting together with that little anchor."

Tang Yi glanced at her sideways, "Aren't you still sneaking into the live broadcast room of the little anchor every night to squat?"

"You don't understand, my little interest in her is not enough to offset the resentment that she is my rival in love."

A certain little anchor turned around silently, grabbed a pen and scribbled on the draft pad, pretending to be busy.

Wen Yu: It's only been a few days, and you're still following me?

She carefully wrapped her clothes tightly, feeling that the day when her vest would be stripped was not far away.

He bowed his head and sent Wen Ziyang a message again.

Wen Ruanruan: What's the matter, can't you tell me?cute and pitiful jg

After peeling off, the super sweet elder sister: What do you think I can do.

Wen Ziyang remembered what Song Qiulin said last time for a long time. If Wen Yu really knew about her relationship with Song Zhou, she didn't need to hide it.

Being sneaky is not her style, and the relationship between the two of them is not as complicated as Wen Yu might think.

Wen Ruanruan: I don't know anything, I only know that my deskmate is a good person, but her sister is not necessarily.

The super sweet elder sister after peeling it off: ...

Wen Ruanruan: So if you are going on a date with a bad guy tonight?

Song Qiulin said that Song Zhou's five o'clock plane took an hour's drive from the airport to the city, and Wen Ziyang went to pick someone up for another meal, and arrived home at almost exactly eight o'clock.

Wen Yu couldn't help but praise his excellent reasoning.

The super sweet elder sister after peeling: she is not a bad person, but a patient

Wen Ruanruan: Wow wow wow!Then you admit it!

Wen Ruan Ruan: crying loudly jg

Wen Ruanruan: Wen Ziyang, you are finished, your sister is crying, the kind that can't be coaxed well!She asked me to tell you she's not coming home tonight.

After peeling it off, the super sweet elder sister: Go home, I have to talk to you, or do you really want to see me personally go to Li Yanran's house to arrest people?

After peeling off, the super sweet elder sister: I'd better take your so-called bad guys with me.

Wen Ruanruan: You are not my sister, my gentle, kind, kind, beautiful, tolerant and generous sister is gone!

The super sweet elder sister after peeling it off: As long as you are obedient, I will still be that gentle, kind, kind, beautiful, tolerant and generous elder sister.

"Woo!" Wen Yu couldn't argue with Wen Ziyang, let out a breath, and fell limply on the table, at least the cold touch brought by her cheek against the table could calm her dry brain a little.

"Your sister?" Song Qiulin raised his head.

Wen Yu snorted.

"It seems that Dr. Wen's methods are harder than she appears on the surface."

"More than that, you haven't lived with her for 18 years. You don't know who she is. To be precise, there is nothing she can't do that she wants to do." Wen Yu blinked aggrievedly, "Of course it also includes Let her runaway sister come home."

"Run away from home? You thought you were allowed to spend the night at... your sister's friend's house."

"Why do I need permission, I have it, I can make my own decisions."

"Because of love?"

"Wtf? Love? With whom?" Wen Yu stood up, but when he saw Song Qiulin's smiling eyes, he knew she was teasing him.

Song Qiulin turned half of his body, under the cover of his body, pointed to Zhang Youyuan behind Wen Yu with his right hand, signaling her to be careful when speaking.

Wen Yu had no choice but to lower her voice, approach her ear as she wished, and gritted her teeth, "Even if you are my friend now, it's not funny to say such things, are you sure you want to let us have a hard time talking?" The friendship that was established is dissolved like this?"

Song Qiulin curled his lips into a slight smile, and tilted his head towards her. This gesture was a little ambiguous in the eyes of the melon-eating duo behind him.

"Who said that, I value this...friendship more than you think."

The friendship is good, but Song Qiulin knows that he will not be satisfied with the status quo.

In Wen Yu's heart, being someone as important as Fang Yang and Zhang Youyuan is not what she wants.

She was the classmate who saved Wen Yu's life in the toilet, and Boss Qiu who spent a lot of money on her in the live broadcast room.

However, after this, what she wants to do, what she can do, and more.

To be honest, Wen Yu didn't even pay attention to what Song Qiulin said, she only knew that this distance was not very safe for her.

She had forgotten how special Song Qiulin's taste was to her.

The distance from face to face made those smells penetrate into her nostrils pervasively, and then erode and disintegrate her body from the inside of her brain.

"boom!"

Zhang Youyuan was still complaining to Tang Yi about the intimate interaction between Li Yanran and the little anchor, when the table was bumped suddenly, and immediately after seeing Wen Yu in the front seat, he stumbled and ran out.

She was just about to set the knocked-off table when Song Qiulin, who was seated in the back seat, stood up abruptly and ran out, almost throwing her whole table with his hand on her table.

"what happened?"

The author has something to say: You still let Wen Ruan Ruan [beep——] a big poison jar.

感谢在2019-11-2916:06:49~2019-11-3016:05:18期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Mo Xiaochen and Jin Jian;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Mo Xiaochen;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!