Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 627 I Only Have You (54)

"..."

Yun Si quickly pressed him down.

"No, it's daytime."

The person behind him paused, his head seemed to droop.

Lying on her shoulders, like a big limp cat.

"We haven't seen each other for a long time, I want to..."

He kept his voice low and his tone was very soft.

Like cotton candy, the soft and gentle male voice rang in her ears.

Yun Si couldn't help but patted his head, smiled,
"That's not okay, young people don't always think about those things."

"..." He didn't speak, but reluctantly hummed twice.

to express his dissatisfaction.

The milky boy raised his dark eyes, and his eyes fell on the clock on the wall.

It's ten o'clock now, neither too late nor too early.

He pursed his lips slightly, and suddenly hugged her.

"……what are you doing?"

"It doesn't matter, I will."

When he was stubborn, he was extraordinarily stubborn.

Like a cow, Ladu can't pull it.

Yun Si: "..."

……

……

When Song Zhiqiang returned to the hotel in a daze, the owner of the hotel was doing calculations with a calculator.

I looked up at him, and greeted him as usual, "Are you back again? This time you only stayed for one night again?"

Song Zhiqiang stood at the front desk, dragging the sack, his eyes were staring straight, as if he was stupid.

He didn't speak, didn't answer, just stood there fixedly, his expression was a little scary.

The boss was still pressing the calculator. After waiting for a while, he looked up when he found that he didn't answer.

As soon as he looked up, he was immediately frightened by his expression, and stood up.

Covering his chest with both hands, he looked at him in a defensive posture, "Sir?"

"Sir?" He waved his hand in front of his eyes.

Song Zhiqiang remained motionless, as if he had been struck by a Gu, his two cloudy eyes stared straight ahead.

Even if the boss's hand was shaking in front of his eyes, he didn't move and didn't respond at all.

It's like a walking corpse without a soul, leaving only the most basic breathing and walking responses, and nothing else is left.

The hotel owner was a little flustered by his expression, and slowly picked up the mobile phone on the stage.

Glancing at him, he quickly dialed three numbers on his phone.

"...Hello...Hello, the police?"

The boss covered his phone and whispered beside him.

Soon, Song Zhiqiang was taken away by the police who arrived.

By the way, also bring his sack.

When the two policemen led him away, the hotel owner heard a heart-piercing roar before he could breathe a sigh of relief.

The person who was still as stiff as a corpse just now suddenly went mad after being taken out of the hotel.

Taking advantage of the unpreparedness of the two policemen, he broke free and ran out.

It was like a crazy beast that had lost its mind after taking drugs, rushing towards the crowd on the street.

His eyes were red and bloodshot, as if two eyeballs were about to fall out in the next second.

There was no weapon in his hand, but his two fists were clenched tightly, and his neck was twisted and cracked.

Holding a lollipop in his hand and carrying a schoolbag, he looked like a little boy coming home from school. He was about seven or eight years old. Before he could see who was coming, he was punched to the ground.

The fist was heavy and ruthless, almost poisonous.

"what--"

Women's screams, children's cries, the crowd began to disperse like birds and beasts.

(End of this chapter)