"Come so early, do you miss me?"

It was Chu Ying's voice, her palm pressed on Song Yong's eyelids, Song Yong took her hand away, and as soon as she turned around, she kissed her cheek, "You took a bath, it's so fragrant, you'll sweat later, and you have to wash it again when you go back, isn't it too troublesome?" ”

Song Yong touched the place where he was kissed, and was slightly angry.

"Don't touch me."

Chu Ying tilted her head to look at him, "What's the matter, who messed with you?" ”

Who else but her?

Song Yong said irritably: "No one messes with me." ”

"Then why are you so fierce?" Chu Ying was going to touch his eyes, "Did your nails scratch you just now, I'll take a look." ”

"Don't touch me!" Song Yong waved her hand away and squeezed out a word, "dirty." ”

"Dirty?"

Chu Ying thought she had heard it wrong, "I washed my hands." ”

"It's not that dirty."

The young master is just difficult to serve, cloudy and uncertain, and his tone is very good when he asks her, and people come and put on a shelf.

Chu Ying sneered, put her arms in front of her, and looked him up and down, "I'm dirty, I've been married and had a husband, and you still play with me if you're dirty?" ”

Song Yong was really angry this time.

He agreed to help her, she still corresponded with Tang Hewei, and accepted Tang Hewei's things, is he really so foolish when he is young?

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Chu Ying didn't bother to coax him, "Didn't you say you wanted to give me a letter of recommendation?" Brought? ”

"It was meant to be given to you."

There was no moonlight, the forest was very dark, and the heat increased in the absence of wind, and the background color in Song Yong's eyes was dark, "But you broke your promise." ”

"What did I break my promise?" Chu Ying looked dazed, she had kept a distance from Tang Hewei recently.

"You know it yourself."

Half-hearted, frivolous Meng Lang is the stereotype that Chu Ying gives to men, and Song Yong also sees her like this, so Tang Hewei said that, he really believed it, and did not ask Chu Ying for authenticity.

Chu Ying was a little anxious, "What do I know?" ”

"I'll give you the letter when you know."

"Are you playing tongue twisters with me?"

Stepping on the branches, Song Yong walked away again.

Looking at his back in the forest, Chu Ying couldn't help but laugh angrily, is he a threat?

She didn't eat it.

*

The letter of recommendation was obtained by Song Yong through an acquaintance, which could help Chu Ying get a position.

As long as she apologized and confessed her mistake, he would give her the letter.

After waiting for three or five days in a row, Chu Ying didn't come to admit her mistake or apologize, Song Yong looked at the letter and wanted to tear it up several times, but she couldn't help it.

If this awkwardness continues, it will undoubtedly be a stalemate.

After dinner, Song Yong went to the commissary alone in the night, and when he walked to the door, he heard the laughter inside the door, which was the laughter of Chu Ying and Tang Hewei.

Turning around and leaving, but he couldn't swallow a breath, Song Yong walked in slowly, and just happened to bump into Chu Ying trembling with a smile, and his delicate hand was on Tang Hewei's shoulder, and he pushed it gently, as if he was flirting.

The hand that had held him, touched his chin, wiped the saliva from his lips, and even slipped down the waistband of his trousers, and now it was on his uncle's body......

An invisible string was beating wildly on the nerves.

Song Yong didn't even realize how gloomy his eyes were.

"Song Yong?" It was Tang Hewei who found him, "Shopping so late?" ”

Song Yong ignored him, looked at the glass counter, and his tone was commanding, "Take the cigarette." ”

Chu Ying walked over.

Tang Hewei said: "Children smoke less, it is not good for the body. ”

When receiving the cigarette, Chu Ying stirred under his fingertips, which was a blatant temptation.

While holding the cigarette case, Song Yong hooked Chu Ying's transparent fingertips in front of Tang Hewei, and threw the question to her a little abruptly, "You say, am I a child?" ”