I really want to be a salted fish

After reading Chapter 192, do you feel anything?

"Girl, you don't seem to have figured out who did the dirty thing to whom yesterday."

Su Shao, who was very serious on the phone, felt his heart skip a beat when he suddenly heard someone else's voice behind him, and the phone almost fell to the ground.

Nan Yixi heard Song Yan's words, and she could feel the turn of the situation, and then thought about her best friend's drunk fairy wine.

Dr. Song is right, there is really no accurate conclusion on who is dirty to whom.
If other men took Su Shao home and stripped naked, she would have killed her with a knife at this moment, but Dr. Song
Nan Yixi didn't believe that Song Yan would be that kind of person.

She was very tactful and hung up the phone quickly, making time for the two entangled people to work it out on their own.

Su Shao listened to the footsteps gradually approaching behind her, her whole body was tense and her hairs stood on end.

Who knows what this gentle scum wants to do to him?
It is true that she likes Song Yan, but liking for a person starts with appearance, respects for talent, suits character, lasts for kindness, and ends with character.

It's good now, her character is so bad that she has become such a virtue, if she still likes it blindly, then she is blind and brainless!

With quick hands and quick eyes, Su Shao picked up a pillow from the sofa, and tightly protected the large piece of spring in front of her v-neck.

She turned around and saw Song Yan carrying two bags full of breakfast by the door.

It's this time, is he still in the mood to have breakfast?
A plain black sportswear, jacket is a casual hoodie.

The tips of her hair are slightly damp, as if she just came back from a run.

Still fucking in the mood for fitness?

Su Shao became even more angry, "Song scum!"

Song Yan frowned, "??"

"Be honest, how did you torment me last night?"

As expected of a journalism major, the word toss is very subtle.

Song Yan didn't say a word, just stared at the little girl next to the sofa wearing suspender nightgown with a wild face.

It looked like a little wild cat who was bullied and wanted revenge.

But the little wild cat didn't know that he was the one who was tortured miserably last night!

If Su Shao looked carefully at Song Yan's face, it would not be difficult to find that the underside of his eye sockets was a little blue, and there were even bloodshot eyes in his eyes.

These are all signs of staying up late!
Song Yan carried Su Shao into the house last night, and after taking a hot-to-cold shower, he was completely relieved of sleepiness.

At about six o'clock, he changed his clothes and went out for a run. Unexpectedly, he kindly bought breakfast for the little girl, and he called him a scumbag and a dog man on the phone
Ah!
Song Yan walked to the kitchen with his breakfast expressionless.

Two bags of breakfast, a combination of Chinese and Western.

One bag contains soy milk fritters, steamed buns and side dishes, and the other bag contains coffee croissants and fried egg sandwiches.

It is very rich, and one person can eat it, and it is absolutely impossible to finish it.

He put the Chinese breakfast in front of the dining table, maybe he was too lazy to talk about it with Su Shao, or he was trying to avoid the topic
This ignoring attitude made Su Shao even more angry.

She threw the pillow in her hand back on the sofa, and came to Song Yan barefoot, "What? Do you dare to do it or not?"

Song Yan took a steamed bun in his hand, raised his head and said indifferently, "Admit what?"

Su Shao glanced at the white steamed buns, put his hands on the dining table, and leaned slightly towards Song Yan.

She looked wild and charming, and her thin lips moved slightly, "Did you see it too?"

Song Yan squinted, "What did I see?"

"I'm big, right?" Su Shao pulled the chair in front of Song Yan and sat down, not ashamed, with a sarcastic voice, "After reading it, I wonder if Dr. Song feels it?"

(End of this chapter)