Mr. Song, ask for a thigh

Chapter 48 Exclusive Angel
There was a snap, the flame came on, and the cigarette lit.

Sitting on the steps in front of the small supermarket, Song Huaijin looked up at the snowstorm and took a deep breath on the cigarette in her hand.

The lingering smoke exhaled from the mouth and nose, blending into the cold night.

Crackling, the piercing sound came from behind itself.He frowned slightly, turned his head through the glass door, and saw Kong Menglong walking over with a heater in his arms.

The plug of the heater is connected to a plug board, and the rattling sound is caused by the plug board rubbing against the ground.

The glass door was pulled open, Kong Menglong came out, bent down and put the heater beside him, and pressed the switch.

The buzzing sound resounded in the night, the orange light lit up, and the warmth hit.

"This way you won't get sick." Squatting beside Song Huaijin, Kong Menglong wrapped her padded jacket tightly around her body.

Song Huaijin turned her head away from looking at her.

"Aren't you cold?" Kong Menglong asked.

"Not cold." Song Huaijin replied.

"But you look very pale."

"..."

Kong Menglong rubbed against him, stretched her neck to look inside his school uniform.

Song Huaijin frowned, and pushed her head away from her, "What do you want to do?"

"You wear too little!" Kong Menglong frowned.

Under his thin school uniform, he only wore a thin sweater.Sitting for a while in this snowy night with several degrees below zero, it is easy to get a fever.

Song Huaijin rolled her eyes and ignored her.

Kong Menglong squatted aside blankly, and after a while, maybe she couldn't stand the cold, so she opened the door and went in.

However, when the cigarette in Song Huaijin's hand was about to burn out, she came out again, still holding a big quilt in her hand.

The corners of Song Huaijin's brows twitched slightly, and before he could react, the quilt was "slammed" onto him by Kong Menglong.

She stood beside him, panting heavily, and said, "There are no overcoats in the shop, only quilts, you can wrap them up."

Song Huaijin: "..."

"Big brother, are you in a bad mood?" Kong Menglong squatted down beside him again.

Song Huaijin didn't want to answer at first, but the heavy pressure on his body and the warmth from around him made him feel uneasy.

After a while, he nodded slowly.

"Big brother, here." Kong Menglong took out a photo from his pocket and handed it to him, smiling sincerely, "You will feel better after seeing it."

Song Huaijin didn't look back, but stretched out her hand to take the photo and held it in front of her eyes.

As a result, it turned out that he was not very well.

In the photo, his classmate Yu Hui, wearing summer sportswear, is holding a basketball, jumping high...

"Hey, he's so handsome." Kong Menglong approached him at some point.

Pulling the corner of her mouth, she took the cigarette out of her mouth and pressed it out on the ground, Song Huaijin turned to look at her, "You like Yu Hui so much?"

"En." Without even thinking about it, she nodded.

His eyes skipped over her face and came to her short, chubby body.

Song Huaijin took a deep breath, and told the truth mercilessly, "Give up, it's useless."

"Is there no other way?" Kong Menglong blinked.

Seeing her sincerely seeking knowledge and being silly, Song Huaijin suddenly wanted to laugh.

"It's not impossible." He looked at the night sky and replied pretending to be profound.

"any solution?"

"Work hard to make money and support him in the future."

After he finished speaking, he turned his head and gave her an inscrutable smile.

Kong Menglong was dumbfounded, and after a long while, she nodded hastily, "I see."

Seeing that she seemed to take this joke seriously, she even lowered her head and counted her daily income and monthly income with her fingers, so that she could realize her plan to support her, Song Huaijin couldn't help laughing.

In the snowy night, he put the quilt she brought on his body, simmered on the heater she connected, and watched her count with her head down, and a feeling of warmth arose in his heart.

This cold night with heavy snowfall has become the brightest color in Song Huaijin's memory after many years.

(End of this chapter)