Sunlight broke into the dimly lit room through the wind-dancing curtains, and the dust refracted tiny light in the sunlight. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

A girl sat in the corner of the narrow room, her whole body sinking into the darkness, her hands clasped around her knees, her face buried in the crook of her arms, and a small complaint of hidden chagrin sounded.

She didn't care about ladylike manners now, because a few star hours ago, she had done something more rude than this.

Oh, Artirance, that must have been a dream!

Song Yinan came back from outside the door and saw Pooh curled up in the corner, full of shame, and making strong hints to himself.

He stepped forward and handed Pooh the hot dumplings he had just bought.

Attracted by the scent, Pooh slowly revealed two silver-white eyes from the crook of his arm.

Song Yinan sat on the edge of the bed, "Let's eat." ”

Pooh pursed her lips, clearly tempted, but she hesitated and didn't reach for it.

Song Yinan put the dumplings at her feet, and then walked to the other side to clean up his black suitcase.

The dough and meat dumplings aroused Pooh's appetite, she took it and began to chew it in small bites, and when she saw Song Yinan turn to look at her, she immediately buried her head again, unwilling to look at him.

Song Yinan approached and looked at her condescendingly, "Is it too late to be ashamed now?" ”

Pooh understood what he was saying, and she glared at him, "Beer, wine, wrong." ”

Song Yinan tugged at the corners of his mouth, didn't follow her meaning at all, took the white pillow on the bed and handed it to her, "Sing." ”

Song Yinan squinted his eyes, as if recalling, and he hummed a few tunes lightly.

Pooh, who heard his pronunciation, instantly froze the corners of his mouth, his eyes shocked and ashamed.

Could it be that she sang the blessing refrain of Artirance to Song Yinan with a pillow not long ago?

Seeing that Song Yinan was about to say, she got up from the ground, rushed to Song Yinan, and reached out to cover his mouth. "Don't, say."

Song Yinan paused, simply took her hand away, and did not shake her off as usual. "Know it's wrong? Still drinking? ”

"Wine?" Pooh shook his head suddenly, "No, no, no, happy, happy." ”

Song Yinan's eyes narrowed, "Who said you liked it?" Lingassen? ”

Pooh looked at him ignorantly, Song Yinan's face darkened, and he took out the book he just bought from the shopping bag and knocked her on the head, "Give me a good lesson in Chinese." ”

Pooh found that the book Song Yinan bought back had two obviously different characters, but what he taught her was the font, well, the overall feeling was that the words were 'correct and round'.

Although he has a good voice, Pooh must also be fair to admit that he is completely unfit to be a teacher, does not know how to choose the right textbooks, has no effective teaching methods, and even lacks a kind and kind attitude.

O, fortunately, she is a smart student.

When Pooh pronounced the syllable of the last word accurately, Song Yinan buttoned the book and hid the surprise in his eyes.

"Song, Yinan?"

"Huh?"

"Thank you, you."

Sure enough, thank you for saying such words to your face and letting the other party know, so that you won't have regrets when you leave.

Song Yinan: "No thanks, after I take you to find your family, we will clear up." ”

Pooh doesn't have much sadness, for a little princess of the Chesterton family who is almost perfect in every way, what she has experienced the most is acquaintance and separation.

When they went downstairs, the owner of the small hotel first swept past Winnie behind Song Yinan, and there was a stunning look in his eyes.

Song Yinan moved quietly to block the boss's gaze, and his slender fingers tapped on the counter, "How much?" ”

The innkeeper looked at him meaningfully for a while and quoted the price.

When he reached for the money, the boss squeezed his eyes at Pooh behind him, and asked in standard Chinese: "Beautiful girl, did you have a good afternoon this afternoon?" ”

Pooh was worried that she didn't have a chance to practice, and she was a little excited to hear her boss speak her 'familiar' language.

She lifted the hem of her skirt, and her voice was clear with the coquettishness of her daughter's tone, "Respect, yes, sir, this is, a very, pleasant, afternoon." ”

She didn't notice that as soon as her voice fell, Song Yinan, who had always been indifferent and indifferent, turned crimson in his ears.

The owner of the small inn seemed to be very satisfied with her answer, and said, "Pretty girl, your name." The sound of the bed is really wonderful, and I can't find a woman in the world who can scream as beautifully as you. The bed is up. ”

Pooh was about to ask what it meant to 'call a bed', but Song Yinan directly deducted the money on the counter, said 'no need to look for it', and then said, 'I am really dissatisfied with the sound insulation measures you have here', and then pulled Pooh to turn around and walk out.

Pooh waved goodbye to the kind boss, who smiled and waved, "Girl, if you are not satisfied with your boyfriend's abilities, maybe you can try my Czech strong man next time." ”

"Dumb, you say hello again, and you don't have to go back to Prague."

Pooh withdrew his hand, looked curiously at Song Yinan who rushed away in front of him and asked, "Song Yinan, what is called." Bed? ”

Song Yinan stopped, and Pooh bumped into his back, and then stopped.

"Dumb, I'm telling you, you're not allowed to sing that song again!"

"Why? It sounds good. ”

Song Yinan's eyes gathered with anger, and he gritted his teeth and repeated again: "If you don't want to sing, don't sing." ”

Pooh was a little puzzled, she sang Atilance's 'blessing' every year, and no one had ever told her that she sang badly.

Thinking about it, she couldn't help but hum the chorus part softly, with inexplicable pleasure. Pleased. Above. Young, and there is a tangled. Soft. Sorry. Sympathetic trills.

Song Yinan listened to her, 'Ahh Kindness.. Uh-huh. 's voice, his face darkened.

"You can sing it again."

Pooh really didn't dare to sing again this time, and her voice slowly faded until it died down.

She found that the aesthetic level of the people here was really very strange, and it was clear that she had a perfect voice that countless people couldn't create through surgery.

"Song Yinan, wait for me."

She caught up with him, reaching out and tugging at the hem of his shirt as she had done before.

Song Yinan didn't look back, and let her drag her away.

After a moment, he reached for his hand.

Pooh stared at his palm, then placed his hand in his palm in his impatient eyes, allowing his large palm to wrap her completely.

Her face was crimson, and she felt that the people here were too strange, and there were rules in the Mingxing inter-star etiquette, all the limbs. Body. Pick up. Touches are all pro. Dense. Pick up. Touch, why don't people here think so?

Hmm,It's a strange slave star.,Strange slave thinking.。。

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