The town was crowded early in the morning, the breakfast stall was wrapped in heat, and the owner had a towel around his neck, he wiped his sweat and lifted the steaming drawer, and the misty white gas curled up.

A bun was brought to the table, but Song Yong didn't move, his expression was indifferent.

Zhao Chai lowered his head and took a sip of porridge, "Why don't you eat it?" ”

"No appetite."

The pot of fried fritters is churning hot, and the electric fan of the stall does not dissipate the heat.

After such a while, Song Yong's nose was already sweating, Zhao Zhu put down the spoon and wiped the corners of his mouth, "Don't you live in the village?" How did you get to town? ”

"The second uncle is in the hospital, and it is convenient to live in the town."

Zhao Zhu nodded thoughtfully, "That's it...... Do you live here alone? ”

Song Yong's eyes trembled, and he asked, "Otherwise?" ”

His eyes fell on Song Yong's somewhat handicap, and Zhao Zhu pressed down his suspicious thoughts, after all, this had nothing to do with him, and his task was to take Song Yong back.

"I'm here to pick you up, someone here will take care of the matter, and I'll accompany you back to get your luggage later."

Song Yong: "I said it, I won't go back." ”

Zhao Chai was puzzled, "Why...... Is there anything good here? ”

"Anyway, it's better than that place of intrigue." Removing the chair, Song Yong got up and walked out, bypassing the rising heat here, and walking towards the hotel under the scorching sun.

Zhao Zhu put down the money and followed Song Yong.

They went one after the other, but Song Yong didn't look back, "Don't follow me." ”

"If you don't come back, you have to give me a reason."

Zhao Zhu guessed that this reason was related to women, but he didn't dare to believe it, after all, Song Yong had little interest in women since he was a child.

Song Yong's footsteps didn't stop, and he casually found a reason to perfunctory, "You tell him that I will be responsible for the construction of the school, and I will go back after the school is built." ”

“…… Song Yong, are you serious? ”

Zhao Zhu has been working with Song's father since he was a child, and he has known Song Yong since he was a child, he is cold and cold in his bones, and he doesn't like to meddle too much, and now he wants to take over the mess of donating the school.

Song Yong walked into the hotel, "Seriously, since you are here, go buy a computer for me, I have some work to deal with." ”

Looking at his back, Zhao Zhu narrowed his eyes slightly, thoughtful.

*

When he woke up, Song Yong was no longer in the house.

Chu Ying moved her body, took the dirty clothes to the faucet to wash, and went downstairs to borrow laundry detergent by the way.

Hearing the sound of the door closing, wiping the sweat from her forehead with her arm, Chu Ying asked, "Where have you been?" ”

After two days of warm thoughts and lust, Song Yong has not been carried away by such things as women and desires, and his sense of crisis is very strong.

Zhao Cha has arrived, which proves that such days are coming to an end.

"Nowhere to go, you pack your things and go back first."

My heart skipped a beat.

Chu Ying stepped forward, "Go back, where are you going?" ”

Song Yong raised his eyes casually, "Back in the village, where else can I go back?" ”

These words were cold water on the head, pouring Chu Ying cold to the bone, she thought that she followed him to the town, and the next stop was to go to Zhongzhou, even the nursing home, Qiao Miao had arranged it.

“…… Why go back? ”

"In the future, I will be responsible for the construction of the school in the village, of course I have to go back." Song Yong explained quickly, "You go first, and I'll go back in the evening." ”

Taking advantage of the time when Zhao Zhu went to buy a computer, he had to hide Chu Ying.

But this woman was obviously not so submissive.

Her eyes were red with discomfort, this moment was not pretending," ...... I won't go back, Sun Hui because I'm still in detention, his mother won't let me go, I've also been kicked out, where will I live when I go back? ”

"I'll tell Aunt Yan that you live with her first."

Song Yong's fluttering words overshadowed Chu Ying's grievances.

She stood still, the astringency that remained on her fingertips after the laundry detergent melted was very heavy, and she was holding her palms, and Song Yong asked her coldly, "Why don't you clean it up?" ”

Chu Ying blinked her eyes, "I'm not leaving." ”

"Does not leave mean to stay here?"

She stubbornly turned her face away, tears in her eyes not falling.

Song Yong ignored it, turned around and went to the bathroom to wash his hands, and saw the shirt hanging on the shelf, which was washed very white, and it was washed by Chu Ying himself.

The corners and cuffs are cleanly rubbed, and the aroma of laundry detergent dispels the dampness here, making it a very gentle smell.

After a moment's hesitation, he changed his attention.

"Forget it, if you want to live here, I ......"

The words were cut off by Chu Ying's crying, and while she was crying, she stuffed her clothes into her suitcase, half-kneeling on the mottled floor, her knees were very red, and her sobbing back was very fragile.

In an instant, Song Yong felt like she was choking on a ball of wet cotton in her throat, she couldn't say anything, and when she walked to Chu Ying's side, she closed the lid of the suitcase, picked up the suitcase, and walked out with tears.

“……”

"I said I didn't have to go."

She didn't seem to hear it, she opened the door angrily, and the next second the door was closed, Song Yong stood in front of her, her pupils shrank, touched by her tears, and poured out the truth, "My family is here." ”

Tears solidify in the corners of the eyes.

Chu Ying choked, "Family? ”

"Well, if you have to stay here, hide it and don't go out." Song Yong suddenly ran out of words, he was quite annoyed by women's tears, but Chu Ying seemed to be a little special, "Wait for me to send him away, okay?" ”

She coaxed him before, but finally reversed it once.

Chu Ying hugged Song Yong's neck and pressed herself to his arms, her tearful eyes were soft and delicate, she nodded, and she responded to him with a kiss.

Hooked his lips and teeth, kissed lingeringly, and the thin hair of her sideburns made him itch, and his heart itched even more.

Hugging his waist, kissing all the way, he fell into the mattress.

Until noon, Song Yong cleaned up and left, he went downstairs to open a new room, moved his things over, and disguised himself as a person to live.

Zhao Zhu bought a computer and sent it over, and by the way, he left some cash for Song Yong, "I have already conveyed what you mean, the boss said that the matter of building the school will be handed over to you later, and you must go back after you do it." ”

Song Yong nodded, "Okay, you can go back." ”

This room is not Chu Ying's, Zhao Zhu is suspicious of this, if there is no special reason, he doesn't believe that Song Yong will stay in this poor country, and he still takes the initiative to take the job.

"I'll leave tomorrow."

Song Yong didn't react, "It's up to you." ”

Before Zhao Zhi left, Song Yong had to stay by himself.

After soaking in the gentle countryside for a long time, she was a little unaccustomed to it, sharing a bed with Chu Ying, always warm and soft around her, she would hug him and seduce him to kiss her.

When night fell, immersed in fantasy, Song Yong's body became hot, and when he closed his eyes, he saw them messy, or Chu Ying's buried head, swaying waist, and hooked legs.

It can't go on like this, he urgently needs to cool down.

Walking out of the room, Song Yong went upstairs and opened the door with the key.

The room was dark, the woman on the bed was breathing steadily, sleeping peacefully, her chin was suddenly pinched, her lips were sealed, Chu Ying opened her eyes, and what she saw was Song Yong's boiling and longing eyes.