Mr. Song, ask for a thigh

Chapter 47 Yucheng Middle School
Song Huaijin looked at her carefully for a moment, then asked casually, "You used to be from the high school attached to T University?"

"Huh? En!" Su Weiran nodded.

The Affiliated High School of T University is a key high school in H City, and it is also the middle school that Song Huaijin once attended.

Although she didn't know who the photo belonged to, why it was in her bag, and why Song Huaijin asked, Su Weiran had a feeling that she had to answer.

Even though, she never went to the High School Attached to T University.

A subtle smile curled up on the corner of her lips, Song Huaijin rubbed the photo, "This school uniform is quite nostalgic."

"Yeah, it really looks rustic now." Su Weiran echoed.

Her eyes were focused on the photo, and she didn't see the flickering light in Song Huaijin's eyes.

Returning the photo to Su Weiran, Song Huaijin said, "It's rare to meet an alumni, let's sit down and chat?"

After he finished speaking, Su Weiran's eyes widened.

Song Huaijin, the president of SF, is he dating her now?
"Okay." Almost without thinking, Su Weiran agreed to his invitation.

Why buy coffee, go to your sister's coffee, when I hug Song Huaijin's thigh, what are you guys doing!
……

Seeing Su Weiran walking out of the Starbucks in a buoyant manner, Song Huaijin's face darkened.

He took out his mobile phone and called Pei Hang, "Check out Su Weiran."

High School Attached to T University?He hooked the corners of his lips, and the school uniform worn by the boy in the photo flashed again in his mind.

That dirty school uniform is from Yucheng Middle School.

……

Ten years ago, in winter, Yucheng Middle School.

In the snowflakes flying all over the sky, Song Huaijin pushed open the glass door of the school's small supermarket.

At this time, it was 08:30 in the evening, and the students were all studying by themselves last night, so the supermarket seemed extremely deserted.

With his hands in the pockets of his school uniform, he walked straight to the cashier after entering the door.

"Come to Bao Yuxi."

"There is no Yuxi."

"Yellow Crane Tower."

"There is no Yellow Crane Tower."

"That soft Chinese."

"Only this..." Behind the cash register, a chubby little fat man was pulled out, and she put a pack of Double Happiness on the counter with a wretched face covered with pimples.

Sighing, Song Huaijin took out a hundred-yuan bill from his pocket and put it in front of her, reaching for a cigarette.

Unexpectedly, just as he touched the box, the other party took the cheap package of Double Happiness back with a snap.

Gritting her teeth, suppressing the unhappiness in her heart, Song Huaijin raised her eyes to look at her, "Kong Menglong, what do you mean?"

"Smoking is harmful to health, minors should not smoke." The little fat man pointed to the notice board next to the cash register.

On the notice board, it is written in white on the blackboard that we refuse to sell cigarettes to minors.

After licking the palate with the tip of her tongue, Song Huaijin put one hand on the cash register and approached her, "I just celebrated my birthday."

"Oh." After the words were finished, Double Happiness and the change fell into his hands.

Song Huaijin put the change into his pocket, unwrapped Double Happiness' packaging bag, "Borrow me a fire."

"Big brother, smoking is not good. If you smoke too much, your lungs will rot." Kong Menglong shook her head sincerely, apparently not intending to lend him the lighter.

With a tut, Song Huaijin hooked his fingers towards her, and after she brought her head closer, she said, "Yu Hui's lecture notes, do you want it?"

Kong Menglong obviously didn't expect him to say this, and after a long pause, she nodded ecstatically, "I want it!"

"lighter."

"Give."

(End of this chapter)