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Tang Ping was first stunned by his sweeping figure like a wall, and then was stunned by his sudden move:

"Thank you, thank you, I don't smoke."

Yan Yao opened her mouth but didn't speak yet.

Song Ze put the soft cigarette back into his pocket at a very fast speed, then took out his mobile phone from his right trouser pocket, opened the game card drawing interface and handed it over:

"Brother draws a card!!"

Tang Ping: "...Thank you, I won't draw a card either."

Song Ze quickly closed the phone again and inserted it into his trouser pocket, straightened up and took out his belt.

There were exclamations all around.

Tang Ping was suddenly shocked:

Damn it, what are you doing in public?

In his horrified gaze, he saw Song Ze's pants slipping halfway down. He bent down again and handed the belt to him with both hands. His words were sonorous and shocking:

"Brother whip me!!!"

"??!!"

Tang Ping was stunned by him!

No, bro, what do you mean? !

The customers and staff of the milk tea shop were also stunned and shocked.

Especially the staff. They have been working in the service industry for many years. What haven’t they seen?

They have never seen this scene before...

I have learned a lot today...

They were so shocked that the employee who was making milk tea didn't even notice that the milk tea overflowed the cup.

"Click"

Someone's cell phone made the sound of taking pictures, breaking the strange silence where no one made a sound and there was only melodious music in the background.

Awakening others present.

"Oh shit, it's leaking out!" The milk tea employee hurriedly turned off the faucet and used a rag to clean the operating table.

"It's my clothes!" A customer was very sad and wiped his clothes with paper, but the brown milk tea left stains on his white shirt that could not be wiped off.

Behind Song Ze, Yan Yao took a step belatedly and took back her foot that was raised in the air. In just ten seconds, her cheeks turned red as if steam was coming out.

She took a few steps back, turned her head away, bit her lower lip and tried to put on an indifferent expression, as if she wanted to cut herself off from Tang Ping and Song Ze, and said, "Don't worry about me, everyone, I'm not with them."

Too shameful!

How dare you do such a shameful thing in public when you first meet! !

She really wanted to find a crack in the ground and stuff Song Ze in! ! !

As the person involved, Song Ze didn't seem to realize how shocking what he had done. Seeing Tang Ping's delay in responding, he moved the belt closer to him:

"Brother, whip me!"

"..." Tang Ping drew back his neck and opened and closed his mouth.

He had a lot to say.

But I was stunned that I couldn’t be punished.

At this moment, he suddenly understood what it meant when Yan Yao told him that the president was a wonderful person a week ago.

A wonderful person indeed.

Mickey Mouse.

He turned to look at Yan Yao.

This beautiful Lolita girl doesn't seem to want to face reality.

"Miss Yaoyao, has he always been so socially afraid?"

Yan Yao didn't want to respond to all the sounds, so she just covered her ears and refused to listen, staying quietly in a dark corner outside the spotlight.

But when she heard that Tang Ping actually said that Song Ze was "socially afraid," she suddenly felt an uncontrollable surge of brute force in her heart, and turned her neck to forcefully question:

“You call this social fear??”

"Yes, a social terrorist," Tang Ping pointed at Song Ze and said, "Isn't that what it is?"

Too cow!

Tang Ping always thought that he was already very socially fearful, but today he realized that he could only be regarded as a social cow at best.

Social Cowboy.

Just drink milk.

Yan Yao took a deep breath.

She can't stand it!

Pick up your round-toe shoes and take a few quick steps.

Twist Song Ze's ears and lift them up.

"Don't be embarrassed, put your belt on quickly!"

"Oh, it hurts. Don't twist it. It's going to fall off."

Song Ze begged for mercy and straightened up, but he didn't obey. He still held the belt with both hands and looked at Tang Ping with sincerity in his eyes:

"Brother, do you want to smoke?"

Tang Ping: "...don't look at me like that, I'm not S, I'm not."

He turned around and defended himself to the customers and staff who were looking at him strangely.

As he spoke, he grabbed the milk tea cup and stood up:

"It's terrible, it slipped away."

"Bang!" Song Ze grabbed his wrist.

Tang Ping tried to break free, but Song Ze's ruthless iron hands were like a vise, holding on tightly and not moving at all.

He could only say: "I won't smoke! Don't ask if I won't smoke!"

Song Ze regretfully let go and fastened his belt again.

"Then there's nothing I can do to express my gratitude to you more," he said.

"?" Tang Ping looked at him in confusion:

"You call this expressing gratitude?"

Are you sure you don't mean to kill people?

"Yes." Song Ze nodded matter-of-factly.

During this week, he fully realized one thing:

Tang Ping was the benefactor who saved the magazine that he almost shut down and abandoned!

Not only did it save the magazine from the brink of collapse, but it also allowed the magazine to see a bright future again!

How could such a great kindness not be repaid?

But it was impossible to commit oneself to him, let alone have a one-night friendship. After all, he was not Nan Tong, and Tang Ping was probably not Nan Tong either.

So I had to devote myself to it!

Tang Ping: "..."

Ha ha.

The whole is very good.

Very good...

Chapter 52 I'm sorry for A

Tang Ping and Yan Yao left the milk tea shop almost as if they were running away.

If they stayed there any longer, they couldn't guarantee that the story and the magazine would not have made a name for themselves on the entire Internet, and the person's debut would be broadcast live on the Internet.

Especially Tang Ping, he doesn’t want to be regarded by netizens as S Nantong who loves to whip women with a belt!

This will cause him to permanently lose his assignment rights for the next four years of college!

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, this guy caused you trouble."

After entering a coffee shop, Yan Yao bowed and apologized to Tang Ping repeatedly. At the same time, she pressed Song Ze's head with one hand and asked him to bow and apologize as well.

"It's okay, you didn't do it." Tang Pingxin waved his hands a little tiredly.

Before he left, he saw several customers taking photos and videos. He remembered correctly that if anything interesting was captured by the store's surveillance system, the clerk would intercept it and post it online.

I hope that this small three-storm turmoil can be quickly submerged in the vast ocean of the Internet without causing any waves.

"Speaking of which, you have a very good relationship." Tang Ping said, looking at Yan Yao and Song Ze.

An editor-in-chief dared to twist the president’s ears in front of a group of people, and press the president’s head to apologize to others.

His words and deeds do not show any respect that a subordinate should have for his superior. Instead, he behaves like a very close friend, not unfamiliar at all, and he still occupies a dominant position.

"Well, I think he and I have known each other since we were children." Yan Yao nodded and smiled bitterly, "He has been like this since he was a child. He has a weak brain and is like a head with two heads."

Song Ze: "Trivia, Erha is very smart, he just has his own ideas."

Yan Yao turned a deaf ear.

"Oh..." Tang Ping nodded and asked again, "Boyfriend and girlfriend?"

If so, then he's bothered.

Although he was eager to challenge the unwritten rules, the job of poaching... was still not suitable for a young boy like him who had not even had his first love.

This question instantly made Yan Yao's wry smile disappear.

She was very serious, even looking at Tang Ping solemnly, and solemnly said word by word:

"Please don't insult my eyes."

Tang Ping was speechless for a few seconds.

Looking at Song Ze who was just drinking coffee and saying nothing, he hesitated and said:

"He should be pretty good, right? He's tall, strong and handsome."

Yan Yao asked: "Would you go into heat with a husky and want to marry it because it is big, strong and beautiful?"

Tang Ping replied: "Uh... no?"

"I don't know how," Yan Yao calmly stirred the stirring stick in her hand, "but there are always many people who think I can."

Tang Ping: "..."

He actually wanted to answer, "If I could become a bitch, I would. Of course, it would be even better if I was a cat."

He carefully observed Song Ze's expression.

Being criticized so sharply by Yan Yao in front of his face, this childhood sweetheart president still looked as normal, without any sign of being hit or hurt.

"What about you?" Tang Ping couldn't help but ask.

"Me?" Song Ze tilted his head, "My answer is also 'please don't insult my vision'."

"?why?"

Tang Pingren fainted.

Such a pretty girl!

Is this a vindictive answer, or is it serious?

Song Ze raised his fingers and counted in detail: