Something is wrong with the fiancee [Transmigration Book]

Chapter 184

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Song Ruo didn't pick up.Is this a confession?

"But I didn't expect that it would cause you to leave home." There was a bitter smile on her lips, "I didn't, I lifted a rock and smashed my own foot."

The bell rang at the end of the lunch break.

Song Ruo rubbed the center of her eyebrows and said, "I'm going back to class."

"Did you leave home because you hated me?"

"No." Song Ruo shook her head, "My own reasons."

She had already gone two steps, and then she stepped back and said, "Xie Qiong."

Xie Qiong was shocked.This is the first time she calls her own name?

"Just now I understand, pretend not to understand, I feel bad." Song Ruo's voice was very soft, but her tone was firm, her expression solemn, "Please don't expect me." After finishing speaking, she stood still for a while. Stand, then turn and leave.

Xie Qiong felt her lips tremble a little. After Song Ruoyuan left, she stood there for a long time, which was very strange. Among the crowd, her back was the most dazzling, and other scenes were automatically blurred.

Back in class, Meng Jing was not there.I didn't see her in the first class.

This is a chemistry quiz, with six to 10 minutes of questions. Everyone started to do it in the newspaper reading class. Song Ruo finished it in half an hour. For the rest of the class, he looked at the empty seat for a long time. asked for leave.

"..." Song Ruo called Aunt Fen, asked her how she was, and then asked who was at home today.

Aunt Fen smiled and said, "Missy is not at home, why, did she skip class?"

Song Ruo resentfully wanted to hang up the phone, but Aunt Fen scolded her again, "Girl, why are you so overwhelmed? How do you live by yourself? It's Aunt Fen's cooking that doesn't taste good, right?"

Of course Song Ruo said no, and after chatting for a few more words, the bell rang for class, and she closed the line.

Since it was a leave of absence and not missing for no reason, it means that the whale is fine.Call Grandpa Meng again in the evening and say hello, and you will know whether the whale is ill or something else.As a result, she didn't wait until night. When she came home in the afternoon, she saw a pot of ferns at the door.

Holding the potted plant was Meng Jing in school uniform.

She was carrying a schoolbag, squatting there with big hair, her hair tied into a slightly messy high ponytail, her chin was propped up with one hand, her face was slightly deformed, and the other hand was holding the milky white flower pot, He held it far away from himself, with a look of disgust, chewing gum in his mouth.

"..."

Song Ruo stood at the elevator entrance, unable to move for a long time.

For someone who was held in the palm of his hand like a whale, one thing did not go his way, and he should have given up long ago.The famous red mansion, Bao Erye, once taught his younger brother, "For example, if this thing is not good, if that one is good, just discard this one and take that one. Don't you just hold on to this thing and cry for a while? ? You came here to seek pleasure, and since you can’t enjoy it, go to another place to find pleasure.”

Meng Jing's majestic patience is really inexplicable.

This is considered a high-end community, and the access control is very strict, but this is the Meng family's house, maybe the whole house belongs to their family.So the sperm whale would naturally have no difficulty in getting in.

Seeing her, Meng Jing stood up with a bang, handed the potted plant in her direction, still pouted and said nothing.

Whales are quite particular, and this is congratulations on her housewarming.

Song Ruo took it, said thank you, and opened the door to put the whale in.

After Meng Jing entered the door, she quickly pushed her against the door and complained in a low voice, "Bad wife."

Song Ruo pursed her lips and remained silent.Hold the potted green plant tightly with both hands.

Meng Jing lowered her head to kiss her, but when she tilted her head, she only kissed her face.

"The flower is about to be crushed," Song Ruo said.

Meng Jing looked down at the stupid green plant, snorted, let go of her, snatched the flower pot from her hand, and hugged her to find a suitable place.This apartment is well lit, transparent and bright, and the balcony can be seen from the door. There are two small bedrooms. When the door is closed, it seems to be invisible.She put the flower pot on the balcony, sat cross-legged on the small rug near the sofa, put her elbows on the small tea table, rested her chin, and looked across quietly.

There is an electric kettle for boiling water on the table. The color is different from the high-grade gray in this room. It is vermilion.Under the reflection of it, the fiancee's porcelain-like face was a little more bloody, and she looked extraordinarily attractive.

She is waiting for the water to boil.

Meng Jing suddenly noticed the tear mole in the corner of her eye.Swallowed unconsciously.

She had read the book by Sheng Xue, and the female writer said that the tear mole was shining with ambiguous lust.

At that time, she was still young, so she thought the words were inexplicable. Sheng Xue also complained to her about the phrase "These postmodern writers like to use paradoxical expressions in order to achieve the purpose of striking words."

She pulled her fiancée over and pressed her under her body, as if lying on a soft cloud.The fiancée was obviously stunned by the sudden attack, and raised her hand to push her, but unfortunately she was too weak to push, she chuckled lightly, lowered her head and slowly approached, the fiancée thought she was going to kiss her, and closed her eyes Saying "No", but she stuck out the tip of her tongue and licked lightly on the fiancée's tear mole, making a "r——" sound. This ambiguous movement stimulated the fiancée to groan, and Song Ruoruo's face immediately turned red The crimson color spread downwards, misty mist appeared in her big eyes, she squinted her eyes slightly, raised her face, her bright red lips were like ripe cherries waiting to be picked...

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