"Hey, hey, you're enough." Xing Sen took a pair of chopsticks and shook them in front of Qin Wu's eyes, cutting off her gaze at Song Lin: "I really should let you look in the mirror, your eyes are about to have hooks." ”

Looking at the entire canteen, the eyes of many female soldiers were the same as those of Qin Wu, and all of them had small hooks in their eyes, hooked on Song Lin's body, and they couldn't pull it apart.

Xing Sen reminded him that Qin Wu was still staring at Song Lin, eating while watching, as if Song Lin was an appetizer, and he could eat a big bowl of white rice just by looking at him.

"Qin Wu."

"Huh?"

"You stuffed all the dog food in my mouth, how can I eat?"

"Oh."

Qin Wu closed his gaze, glanced at Xing Sen, who was talking big, lowered his head and nibbled on steamed buns, and drank soup.

The noise over there gradually subsided, but there was still talk and laughter.

Qin Wu couldn't help but quietly raise her head and look over, there was no way, where he was, her gaze grew uncontrollably on him, maybe just like Xing Sen's joke, her eyes had small hooks.

Looking at it, she was even more reluctant to look away.

I don't know if it was her gaze that was too hot for Song Lin to notice, or if he wanted to see her in the first place, the eyes of the two were connected in the air, connecting into an invisible line.

The noisy crowd around them disappeared, and it seemed that the two of them were left in the huge cafeteria.

The hat on his head was removed, and his stubby black hair was pressed against his scalp obediently, making him even more resolute and handsome.

Looking at him so handsomely, Qin Wu instantly threw away the unhappiness in the morning, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but raise a very shallow arc, although it was indeed very shallow, but Song Lin who was there still caught it.

"Master, your eyes are too ......" Huo Tianjing next to him just wanted to tease, and suddenly remembered the horror of the last time the bullet flew past his ears, and swallowed the rest of the words together with the steamed bun in his mouth.

The rest of the instructors who were close to each other heard the first half of Huo Tianming's sentence and looked at Song Lin one after another.

The instructors all opened their eyes wide and looked at Qin Wu.

It's beautiful!

The skin is white, just like the tender tofu that has just been made, there is a beauty mole on the forehead, which is lined with eyebrows and eyes.

has such a beautiful face, but her behavior does not match the beauty of the half-point, but gives people a feeling of being delicate and unpretentious.

When you bite into the steamed bun, you bite it in a big bite, you eat it when you eat, and you drink the soup very boldly.

Well, it's their Qin instructor.

All the instructors looked at Song Lin in unison.

"It's too greasy, right, I've never seen such a master, I thought I was wrong." One of the old instructors said in a low voice.

Someone next to him chimed in: "It's quite greasy." ”

"Master, what do you think? actually left such a delicate and gentle little daughter-in-law here, but he retreated. Instructor Zuo Song heard their discussion and couldn't help but speak: "If it were me, I would like to build a golden house to hide." ”

He wanted to say that Jinwu Zangjiao, but he didn't think of this idiom for a while, so he said it in the vernacular.

Song Lin still looked at Qin Wu, and replied to the instructor's words with his lips: "Jiaojiao and soft? ”

"Lao Zuo, you're wrong." Huo Tianming finally found a chance to speak, and took a sip of vegetable soup: "When has our Qin instructor been delicate, she is a girl who has been taught by her master in private." ”

Qin Wu is strong, she has always been Song Lin's right-hand man, and these instructors can only see Qin Wu's cold and domineering scene on weekdays, but they have never seen her so cute.

It's really the taste of love.