I who pretended to be a bully have feline sequelae

"Sister Qiulin, are you coming to play too?" The girl seemed delighted, but Song Qiulin obviously didn't have the courage to put her arms around her neck like Yan Xun did to Wen Yu. She bowed her body shyly, "Let's go together."

"No need." Song Qiulin pulled Wen Yu's wrist, with a cold face, "I have a companion."

The girl opened her mouth, looked up at her timidly, bumped into the hard iceberg full of tenderness, and shrank back in discouragement, not daring to keep her.

"Please let it go."

Song Qiulin turned sideways and pulled Wen Yu through the narrow corridor to go up. Yan Xun grabbed Wen Yu's clothes from behind, "Sister Wen Yu..."

Wen Yu was in a dilemma, so he could only stop, "You go home immediately, the monthly exam will be in two days, and let me catch you here."

Yan Xun drooped his shoulders discouragedly, "I can't just play for a while, it's different today..."

Seeing her being so aggrieved, a boy next to her wanted to speak out, but was pulled by the classmate behind him, and leaned into his ear to remind Wen Yu of his great achievements.

"It's only eight o'clock." Wen Yu raised his hand and glanced at his watch, there was still more than an hour before eight o'clock, "I asked Li Yanran to pick you up at eight o'clock."

"Isn't tomorrow the weekend? We agreed to stay overnight..." a girl next to me whispered.

Wen Yu scrunched up his face and glanced over her forehead, who immediately reacted and covered her mouth.

"You dare to give me a try all night."

"Okay, I see." Yan Xun nodded obediently.

Wen Yu originally didn't like her hanging out with these friends outside of school, but this time she happened to bump into her, and no matter how much she was trained, she would recognize her.

While the two were talking, the girl kept staring at Song Qiulin, looking like she was staring at Qiushui. Wen Yu glanced at Song Qiulin, who seemed particularly unkind at the moment, in a strange way, and nodded on her palm, "Let's go."

The bar is on the second floor. When the door was opened, all kinds of smells rushed in, pungent alcohol and strong spices. Wen Yu rubbed his nose uncomfortably.

Sure enough, being too sensitive to smell is not a good thing.

Song Qiulin saw her rubbing the tip of her nose red, and took out a mask from her pocket, "Do you want it?"

"want!"

Wen Yu put on the mask as if holding on to a life-saving straw, and then leaned against Song Qiulin's direction. The light and clear smell on her body was her last protection zone in this bar.

The music is loud, but it doesn't have the demons dancing in Wen Yu's stereotype. Except for the dance floor in the middle, the people in the outer circle are all sitting in their seats, chatting and joking. When they pass by, a few pairs of eyes glance at them. It made Wen Yu uncomfortable.

"First time?" Song Qiulin took out the hand that was sticking to her side from her trouser pocket, and went down to hold Wen Yu's hand. The temperature of the fingertips was a little low, just for Wen Yu's confused brain Some calm.

"What's the matter, do I look like the kind of person who comes to this kind of place every day to fool around?" Her tone was strong, but her hand could not hold Song Qiulin tightly against her will.

"Well, it's really not like it." Unfortunately, Song Qiulin couldn't hold back the smile on the corner of his mouth, and took her hand to pull her in.

"Hi." A woman in a black coat came over with a glass of wine, with a smile on her lips, and a pair of raised peach eyes fixed on Wen Yu's face, "Student?"

Wen Yu's eyelashes trembled, but he didn't answer.

She has never been very open in front of strangers, and this question is not easy to answer. It would be interesting to let people see her flaws and be kicked out by the security guards later.

"Sorry, did I scare you?" The woman smiled heartily, not as if she was just looking at the charm of the peach blossom eyes. She stood a little closer, and Wen Yu smelled the slightly sweet perfume on her body, similar to It's a kind of floral fragrance, not too strong, but still pleasant to smell, "I just think you're pretty cute, and I come here to talk to you when I'm excited."

Women are outspoken about their purpose.

Some people are so charming and enchanting, while others like to be cold and ascetic, but she is different, except that she can't turn her eyes away from those girls with rebellious personalities.

It's like a puffer fish, knowing that it will explode, but can't help but poke it with your fingers.

The process of taming a batch of wild horses is the most attractive, not to mention collecting such children has always been her hobby.

"My name is Su Yunyun, do you want to come over to chat with your friends?" She turned sideways, and there were three or four women with outstanding temperament sitting on the seats behind her, all of them looked at them with smiles on their eyebrows.

"She doesn't like to chat." A clear voice interjected, disrupting the atmosphere Su Yunyun painstakingly created. Song Qiulin put his hands on Wen Yu's shoulders, pinched her chin, and forcibly turned her head away. Come over to yourself, then bow your head and say to her, "Come on, tell Auntie that you are not interested in her."

The smile on the corner of Su Rongyun's mouth froze.

Wen Yu stepped back and waved at her, "Sorry, we're here to find someone."

Being explicitly rejected, Su Yunyun would not be so blind, she stuffed a business card into her pocket without any trace, and said with a smile, "It's okay, see you by fate."

The back of the woman leaving is tall and straight, but it does not prevent a few friends who are sitting and watching the theater in the distance from laughing at her rare predicament.

"Is everyone here so familiar?"

Wen Yu took out the business card from his pocket, and before he could read the words clearly, he was snatched away by a hand beside him, "The face is kind and the heart is not kind. There are too many villains in the bar. Be careful of being deceived."

Wen Yu laughed out loud, "At the same table, you really sound like an old lady."

Song Qiulinfa's hand on her chin turned to her cheek and pinched it. The soft feel made her feel better, "Then remember that you will suffer a disadvantage if you don't listen to the old man, and you will always listen to your tablemate from now on."

Wen Yu's mouth pouted from being pinched, and he frowned dissatisfiedly, "Then can you take me to my sister, 'Lady'."

Song Qiulin's eyes shone, and Wen Yu couldn't figure out the deep meaning in his eyes.

Seeing Wen Yu's unsuspecting look, she wanted to tie him up for education, but the thought of the dark side just flashed by, and she didn't have time to think about it so fast.

Wen Yu felt that she had been silent for a long time, and when she was about to break away from Song Qiulin's hand, the other party let go first, "Okay."

Her voice was hoarse.

Maybe Song Qiulin didn't notice it himself, but he couldn't fool Wen Yu's increasingly sensitive ears.

She pulled the mask uncomfortably, covering her flushed face.

Originally thought that Song Zhou would sit like a queen among a dozen beauties and have a drink and talk, but in the end the two of them found her figure at the bar.

Wen Ziyang was sitting next to her, looking conscious, which made Wen Yu feel relieved.

At least that vixen wasn't bad enough to get her sister drunk and kidnap someone.

Song Zhou squeezed the phone, and turned the screen to Wen Ziyang's side. The latter stroked his long hair and leaned over to check. From behind, the two were very close, and the dim light from the ceiling of the bar covered them. , but it reflects a bit of a pair of mandarin ducks.

"Is there no gate control in your house?" Wen Yu stood next to Song Qiulin.

She hadn't thought about what lines to say when she went to interrupt the two of them for a while.

To look handsome and cool, don't give Song Zhou any time to react.

"Our family's rules are set by her, what do you think?" Song Qiulin asked her back, and then pushed her a glass of light blue liquid.

"Why are you buying wine?" Wen Yu saw that she was also holding a glass in her hand.

Song Qiulin held the rim of the cup in his mouth, took a sip, and his light-colored lips were stained with crystals, "Minimum consumption."

"If you can't drink it, don't drink it, just hold it."

When Wen Ziyang told her about Wen Yu's physical condition, he did not forget to cross the item of alcohol. Although drinking a small amount of alcohol would not affect her too much, it would be a burden to Wen Yu's body after all. , it's better not to touch it if you can.

"Why can't I drink anymore? After all, it's my birthday." She stiffened her mouth, picked it up and took a big gulp.

The first taste was slightly sweet, but before she could finish the taste, the strong smell of alcohol rushed up.

"Ha..." She wrinkled her face and stuck out her hot tongue, "What's so good about this kind of thing?"

Seeing Song Qiulin enjoying it, she thought it was delicious.

"Isn't it clear why you can't drink?" Song Qiulin said harshly, took the wine glass away, leaned over, wiped her lips with his thumb, and wiped off the spilled liquid, "It's dirty."

Not only because of the ambiguity of the surrounding environment, but because Song Qiulin was too close and deliberately lowered his voice, Wen Yu began to think wildly.

Her eyes stayed on the other party's lips, which were dyed bright red because of alcohol, for a moment, and she withdrew her gaze. There were quite a few ripples in the calm lake of her heart, and the water waves swayed layer by layer, becoming more and more turbulent.

She covered her mouth uncomfortably. Although it was only a brief touch, the tingling sensation of Song Qiulin's thumb remained there all the time.

Dirty, she is dirty.

Ideologically, it's terribly dirty.

It must be the sequelae!It must be because of the sequelae!After a while when the body recovers, these strange feelings and reactions will definitely disappear!

Wen Yu desperately comforted himself.

"Didn't Zhang Youyuan say that your sister is going to have a dust-cleaning banquet? Why did I see her and my sister from the beginning to the end?"

"They said they drove everyone away." Song Qiulin tapped the table with his slender index finger, "This banquet was not originally her intention, Miss Zhang's wishful thinking."

"Does that Miss Zhang like your sister?"

"Like it?" Song Qiulin propped his face on his palm, tilted his face, and slowly raised the corner of his lips, "Which kind of like do you mean?"

Wen Yu blushed when she saw her.

Song Qiulin obviously knew what she meant, but he deliberately asked.

"Didn't she want to chase your sister?" Wen Yu cleverly avoided the trap set by the fox.

Song Qiulin was a little disappointed that he didn't amuse anyone, "I'm just too busy, I'll change my target after two days."

"I also thought that if I matched your sister with that girl, she would be able to let my sister go."

Song Qiulin didn't answer, but focused his gaze on the two people who were talking in the distance, and raised his eyebrows leisurely, "We've been discovered."

In front of Song Zhou's wild animal-like sixth sense, even though the two found a hidden place to observe, they were still quickly noticed by the other party.

Song Zhou sensed that something was wrong from the beginning of the restaurant.

Song Qiulin's driver's car parked at the door was too obvious, and the commotion between Song Qiulin and Wen Yu before going to the toilet was not too small, so it was not difficult for her to find that the two were following her.

It's just that I didn't expect that they all followed here.

Wen Ziyang's little sister's eyes were quick to shoot a knife, and she did not hide her malice towards her, but Song Zhou was not annoyed, but wanted to play tricks instead.

There was a flash of light in her eyes, and she called softly, "Doctor Wen."

Wen Ziyang is carefully checking the information and photos in her mobile phone, which is also the main purpose of her visit today.

"Has your sister been seen by other doctors before? The medical records in the file are only recorded from this year. I need more information to make a judgment."

Song Zhou's eyelashes drooped, observing her earnest appearance in a good mood, and then called out in a slow voice, "Ziyang."

Wen Ziyang frowned, and finally had a reaction. He turned to look at her, "Are you calling me today because of your sister or just to play tricks on me? If it's the latter, then I might not have time to accompany you anymore."

When she was complaining, Song Zhou was just smiling, with warm eyes, admiring her lively face because of the expression, and the waiting gesture seemed to be pampering.

When the person finished speaking, she stretched out her fingers to press the red lips that hadn't closed in time, and slowly approached Wen Ziyang, breathing lightly, "Can't...do both, Dr. Wen."

Wen Ziyang instinctively sensed that something was wrong with her, and was about to retreat when the other party grabbed the back of her head and pulled her over.

There was a soft touch on the lips, the tip of the nose smelled of a mixture of shampoo and alcohol, and the instigator who didn't know how to restrain himself moved wantonly on her lips.

"I am Cao!"

Wen Yu was so angry that he stood up suddenly, "No shame in broad daylight!"