After wearing the book, Little Green Tea was favored by five villains

Su Yi's eyes dodged:

"How come, I just don't have time, welcome, I'm really tired, I'm drunk, can you clean it for me one last time?"

She didn't want to move when she saw the chicken feathers.

Song Yingying shook her head lightly: "No, I'm busy too."

"But you are obviously chasing dramas." Su Yi couldn't help retorting.

Song Yingying bent her lips and smiled: "But Su Yi, you are obviously drinking and dancing."

Su Yi has nothing to say.

Su Yi broke the jar and said, "I just don't want to do hygiene, you make the mess yourself."

"What a pity." Song Yingying shook her head sadly:

"I thought Su Yi was the one who would listen to me well."

I didn't expect to need to use violence.

Stepping on soft pink slippers, Song Yingying approached Su Yi step by step.

The sweet and dreamy soft nightdress hangs down naturally, soft and docile.

Su Yi couldn't help stepping back:

"What do you want?"

Song Yingying knocked Su Yi down to the ground, Song Yingying mercilessly twisted both of her arms behind her back, pulled out a rope from the sweater and tied her hands behind her back. The gesture dragged the person all the way from the entrance door to the toilet.

The high heels on Su Yi's feet fell to the ground.

Su Yi was wearing a skirt, and her buttocks were rubbing against the ground. The water stains on the ground were mixed with melon seed shells, which stained Su Yi's skirt, making it dirty and uncomfortable.

Su Yi struggled hard to no avail, she began to beg for mercy:

"I was wrong, I'm going to clean up now, welcome, welcome, let me go."

Damn it, Song Yingying is so strong.

The action of binding people is too skilled.

Song Yingying let out a "huh" in a sweet and whiny voice:

"No, it's not over yet."

Song Yingying dragged the person all the way to the toilet, reached out and brought Su Yi's panty for washing underwear, filled it with water.

Su Yi was lying on the floor of the bathroom, and Song Yingying pressed her head directly into the sink.

Song Yingying silently counted the seconds in her heart.

One second, two seconds...

Before she couldn't take it anymore, Song Yingying pulled her up by her hair, gave her a few seconds to catch her breath, and then pressed down mercilessly next time.

Repeated several times, Su Yi's makeup was all gone, lipstick smudged around her lips, false eyelashes fell into the water, her face was as pale as a female ghost.

Su Yi's voice was weak:

"I want to call the police, call the police..."

"Su Yi, do you think I haven't considered this?" Song Yingying still had a smile in his eyes. In Su Yi's eyes, this smile was too scary.

Su Yi's tears were streaming down, and she couldn't stop it.

Su Yi kept crying:

"I won't call the police, I don't dare, I don't dare, Song Yingying, Boss Song, I will do the cleaning from now on, please let me go..."

Song Yingying is not a soft persimmon, don't let her be bullied.

Su Yi was out of breath from crying.

A satisfied smile appeared on Song Yingying's lips, and she untied her:

"That's not necessary, as long as you remember to clean when it's your turn to clean, you don't have to worry about mine."

Song Yingying washed the hoodie with a drawstring and hung it to dry on the balcony.

Su Yi started cleaning with bare feet.Sweep and mop the floor to return objects to their original positions.

Song Yingying nestled on the sofa, exuding a harmless aura of humans and animals.

Su Yi didn't dare to make mistakes, she cleaned up the house conscientiously, stood in front of Song Yingying, lowered her head and said:

"Cleaned up."

Song Yingying looked around, and she nodded in relief.

He reached out, wanting to pat Su Yi on the shoulder.

However, Su Yi mistakenly thought that she was going to hit her, and dodged subconsciously.

Song Yingying looked at her.

Su Yi smiled wryly and stood back.

Song Yingying didn't hit her, but just gently patted her on the shoulder encouragingly:

"It's very cold. Be careful not to get sick."

"I know... I know." Su Yi replied tremblingly.

Song Yingying carried the tablet back to the room.

Look, talk to her well and she won't listen.

In the next two days, Su Yi voluntarily got up to clean up without telling the teacher or calling the police.

Because Su Yi knew it was useless, Song Yingying's family was rich, the president who was in charge of many things in the school was Song Yingying's brother, Song Yingying's sister Song Zheng was even more ruthless.

If she sued, maybe Song Yingying could be sanctioned and punished, but her future life would be very sad.

Can only endure.

Fortunately, as long as she doesn't act like a monster and does her part well, Song Yingying won't hit her, and she is still as soft and bright as she saw at the beginning of school.

After solving the problem of Su Yi's lack of hygiene, the military training uniforms have been issued, and the freshmen are about to start military training.

The place for military training is at the school, but the place for military training has to be separated from other students, and accommodation is also arranged separately.

The standard six-person room in the dormitory, Song Yingying and two girls in the class were arranged together, and there were three students from other classes who they didn't know.

Putting on the military training uniform, Song Yingying put on sunscreen for herself.

Tang Doukou sighed: "Yingying, you are such a delicate girl, I finally understand why you are so good-looking."

Beauty comes at a price.

Song Yingying asked after painting:

"Do you and Mrs. Chen want to paint a little too?"

Song Yingying handed them the sunscreen.

She has read Chen Zhiyin's novels. Chen Zhiyin's writing ability is very strong, and the stories are relatively clear and refined.

"Can you?" Tang Doukou hesitated.

That's what I thought, Song Yingying didn't ask the question a second time, and started directly after washing his hands.

"It smells so good." Chen Zhiyin's voice was waxy.

When Song Yingying applied sunscreen to Chen Zhiyin just now, she rubbed Mrs. Chen's face as she wished, it was soft, white and tender, and she touched it well.

"Let's go, the instructor is whistling to assemble."

Song Yingying tied her hair in a high ponytail, pulled her hair out from the hole behind the hat, and took out a thermos cup with ice water in it.

The thermos cup can not only keep hot water, but also keep ice water better.

The shorter ones stood in the back, and Song Yingying's height was mixed in the middle row.

The instructor is tall and straight, with a straight waist, and the man who is handed over to the country is handsome.

Report the number.

Song Yingying's full cooperation:

"nineteen!"

Compared with some soft and weak ones, the instructor took a special look at Song Yingying.

Well, it is to be so energetic.

This is a seedling that can be practiced well, she looks a bit weak, she needs to get her body fixed.

The instructor thought so.

After confirming that everyone is here, stand in a military posture first.

"Heels together, toes [-] degrees apart."

"Clamp your legs tightly and straighten them. If you can't clamp them tightly, I have paper in my hand."

"The arms are hanging down, the thumb is placed on the second joint of the index finger, the hands are close together, and the middle finger is attached to the trouser line."

"Lean forward slightly, put your weight on the soles of your feet, and look ahead!"

"I said look ahead to see what I am doing. Is there a flower growing on my face? Then look and run around!"

There is a female student who does not know how to live or die molested the instructor:

"Look how handsome the instructor is!"

The handsome instructor is merciless:

"Come out, talk without calling for a report, and run five laps!"