I really want to be a salted fish

Chapter 61 Why are you angry?

Su Shao supported the wall with one foot on the ground slightly, moving slowly towards the gate of the hospital.

She pursed her lips, her chest was panting, and her face was full of grievances.

Ten minutes ago, Song Yan put down the magazine and left her without looking back.

Su Shao was baffled, at first she had a crush on Song Yan, oh no, the dog man, and then she called him a few words, and as for not saying anything, did she just show her face?

She just wanted him to see if her wound had subsided, and she didn't want to check his household registration. Is it necessary to guard her against thieves?
Although Su Shao looks carefree on the surface and doesn't care about anything, in fact she is very sensitive and delicate, even if it's just a random movement, she will repeatedly speculate on its meaning.

What she doesn't care about is reserved for those people or things that she is not interested in, but she cares more about anything she cares about than anyone else.

In a fit of anger, Su Shao simply resisted the pain in his feet, stood up with a chair, gritted his teeth and left Song Yan's office.

She originally wanted to discuss with him, if she could trouble him to take her back to school and return the coat to him by the way!

Fortunately, even if the dog man begged her to sit in his car, she would not sit in it!

If she sits, she is also a dog.
When Song Yan returned to the office, the soft and sweet fragrance was still lingering around. The room furnishings had not changed, but the little girl in the room was nowhere to be seen.

He walked to the chair where Su Shao was sitting just now. It was supposed to be a little girl holding an ice pack for her ankles, but now she was abandoned on the ground alone.

There is still half a shoe print left on the outer packaging of the ice pack
Song Yan raised his eyebrows and picked up the ice bag.

He didn't even need to use his brain, he could imagine the scene of the little girl angrily throwing the ice bag on the ground and walking out of his office with the bag.It is estimated that everyone went out, feeling a little bit puzzled, and then came back and kicked the ice pack again.
But what Song Yan couldn't understand was why the little girl was suddenly angry?

"Knock, knock, knock—" There was a clear knock on the door.

Before Song Yan could speak, the door opened, and a head came in cautiously, "Old Song hehe, I knocked on the door this time."

Xiao Yao grinned, he was very discerning and saw that he looked around the room first, and after finding no one, he walked in slowly, "Xiao Jiaojiao left?"

Song Yan frowned, "What little Jiaojiao?"

"Are you still pretending? Just now I saw that you were so ambiguous with your little Jiaojiao." Xiao Yao bumped Song Yan's arm with his elbow, "You are really good, I was forced to get engaged by my mother here , you still have an office romance?"

"Don't talk nonsense." Song Yan glanced at Xiao Yao coldly, his expression a little displeased, "That's a patient, don't make jokes."

Seeing his serious expression, Xiao Yao asked again uncertainly, "Really?"

Song Yan denied, "No!"

After Xiao Yao heard this, he patted his chest and felt relieved, "Lucky brother! If my mother finds out that you, a bachelor of ten thousand years, are in a relationship, then she is not forcing me to get engaged, but to force me to have a baby! "

After finishing his sentence, Xiao Yao accidentally saw a bottle of Wanglaoji in Song Yan's hand, "Yo, you still drink?"

Song Yan, "It's herbal tea!"

Xiao Yao let out a suppressed laugh, and snatched Wang Laoji from Song Yan's hand.

"Why is it still iced?" He put Wanglaoji on the table again with trembling hands, "Is it still March? Drinking ice is not afraid of diarrhea, you? Or iced tea? Why, are you angry?"

Song Yan slightly trembled his eyelids, and remained silent without replying.

He stared at the ice bag on the table with half a shoe print on it for a while, and asked hesitantly, "Why are women inexplicably angry?"

(End of this chapter)