This peculiar feeling reached its peak after Song Yu joined in. Even the later teachers couldn't help but get a little angry and put the word "scavenger" on their door.
Especially Song Yu.
Calling it scavenging is a bit restrained.
He looked like he was on the run.
There are still smoky ash and fingerprints on his face.
"Mr. Song, why don't you come and eat..." Wang Changshuai wanted to say self-heating hot pot, but Song Yu took the cheapest steamed bun and a bottle of water from the side.
Yes.
He can't boil water.
So I buy water all day long.
Only then did Song Yu see him. He turned around stiffly. He took out a tissue and wiped the cap of the mineral water bottle. He took a few big sips and then said, "Yes, Madam doesn't want to cook, so I will."
Just deal with a few mouthfuls."
"You two..." Song Yu spent the entire afternoon catching up on sleep and didn't pay attention to what others were doing. It was strange to see them together now.
"The trouble is that my Mengmeng also has a bad temper." Wang Changshuai sighed: "As for Miss Bai...she just sees me as pitiful when I eat alone, and is afraid that I, a Level 10 lonely patient, will feel uncomfortable."
Bai Linlang: "...The handsome brother is joking."
Song Yu nodded, said nothing, and started eating next to him.
He was used to eating mountain delicacies, Haiyan and the family's spiritual food, and suddenly his delicate throat was clogged when he suddenly ate this kind of multigrain steamed bun.
It seems that it is not a face, but a blade!
Seeing how painful he was eating, the director immediately gave him a close-up.
Song Yu:??
Personnel officer?
After finally swallowing this breath, Bai Linlang, the omnipotent conspicuous bag, spoke again: "Mr. Song, I heard that Sister Chenchen's handicrafts are very good. Is she here now? Can I learn from her?" p>
Song Yu: "What to study?"
Want to learn how to make your husband mad?
Song Yu looked at Bai Linlang's peach blossom white dress like a female ghost, and remembered the horror movie she watched today.
This is the look of the female teacher who returned from the deserted village.
Bai Linlang didn't realize there was anything wrong with his tone: "You can learn anything... Oh, by the way, is it easy to be a teacher at the elementary school? Should you be the teacher there these two days? Is there still a place?
Can I go?"
Song Yu:......
One sword...two swords...Every question Bai Linlang asked was a sword thrust into Song Yu's chest.
"Okay...do you want to come?"
Xiao Chenchen will not be here tomorrow, and he will be the one to have fun again, but if Bai Linlang also goes... then...
He still doesn’t believe it.
Xiao Chenchen can conquer those students with her cooking skills.
What can Bai Linlang rely on?
Sing?
Or face...
Song Yu raised his eyes and looked at her. Maybe he was too tired, or maybe he was starving and hallucinating. This Bai Linlang didn't look good no matter what. She was obviously the most dazzling one among a group of people yesterday.
..
Song Yu was puzzled.
Just when he couldn't figure it out, the door behind him opened.
Xiao Chenchen walked out of the house carrying a bag.
Seeing him and Bai Linlang sitting together, she was just startled for a moment, and then left.
Yes, let’s go.
Is she gone?
Song Yu was so angry that he swallowed the multi-grain steamed bun alive, and then quickly chased after him.
The director also wanted to follow, but Song Yu glanced over with a cold look: "Does the director have private time now, or does your program have a gold medal mediation instructor?"
The filming director was stunned for a moment, then looked at Qin Di.
Qin Di came out with a smile and a thermos cup: "Yes, what service does Mr. Song need?"
Song Yu:?
Qin Di: "I am not very talented. I minored in psychology as my second major. I have a 985 master's degree. I took the emotional relationship specialist exam and I also know a little bit about law."
Song Yu: "..."
Qin Di: "I can mediate, but my personal habit is to encourage division rather than peace."
Song Yu laughed angrily: "The director really knows how to joke."
Qin Di also laughed: "No, I am really very professional. At least seven out of ten couples I mediate can get divorced."
"Marriage...if we're not happy, let's stop the loss in time."
"As both men, the first consultation is free!"
"I don't tell most people that there is such a good thing." Qin Di said, and came over and hooked his shoulders, as if we were two good friends.
Seeing Xiao Chenchen disappear immediately, Song Yu ignored him and pretended to be a snake, pushed him away, and chased after him.
.......
"Xiao Chenchen, what do you mean? You ran away from home when you were angry? How old are you?" Xiao Chenchen didn't walk very fast, and Song Yu caught up after running a few steps.
Hearing this, Xiao Chenchen, who was not very angry at first, became really numb.
Too old to run away from home?
Running away from home has nothing to do with age! It only has to do with whether the family makes her happy!
She stopped and looked at him imitating his usual state.
Don’t say anything, just let the other person realize it on their own.
Seeing Song Yu's face gradually distort from the calm at the beginning, she suddenly fell in love with cold violence.
However, cold violence is only aimed at Song Yu, not others, especially Bingbing!
"Xiao Chenchen! I'm talking to you, what's your attitude!" Song Yu was so angry that his scalp was shaking.
It feels like you are carrying a dynamite barrel to fight with someone, but the other person is in the deepest part of the sea. Even if you throw 100 dynamite barrels down, to others, it is like the cloud above your head sneezes, and that’s it.
That’s all.
"What's my attitude? Think about what you did?" After receiving Bingbing's message that she was on her way back, Xiao Chenchen put away her phone in a good mood and sat lazily on the suitcase. p>
She didn't ask Ling Bingbing for her family's password. First, she felt disrespectful. Although Mr. Hao couldn't touch him, he was still someone else's man.
Secondly, she was also terrified when she was left alone in that environment.
"What did you say?" Song Yu choked.
Xiao Chenchen curled her lips playfully.
Song Yu:??
No, when did his wife learn so many strange expressions and movements?
"Xiao Chenchen, I am communicating with you. Do you have to talk to me with this attitude?"
Xiao Chenchen responded with a pair of innocent eyes: "Let me tell you carefully. If you feel uncomfortable when others speak, shouldn't you reflect on yourself first?"
Song Yu laughed angrily: "Should I reflect on myself?"
Xiao Chenchen: "Yes, because I don't feel uncomfortable, it's you who feels uncomfortable."
Song Yu: "..."
Song Yu: "No...you took the wrong medicine? Can't you speak properly?"
Xiao Chenchen tilted his head: "No, I eat very well. The food in the cafeteria is spicy hot pot at noon, winter melon and pork ribs soup and fried chicken at night. If it weren't for you, I could pack half a watermelon for a midnight snack." She was particularly good at making watermelon drinks, but it was a pity that Song Yu had to argue with her because she forgot about the watermelon.
"You..."
Song Yu thought of the multigrain steamed buns he just ate, and felt as if someone had poured cement from his throat to his stomach.