MTL - Scumbags Follow the Good System-Chapter 78 Juvenile Delinquent in Shura Field

When I came to this world, it was the first time I slept with Da Baoer. Congliang slept very soundly, and his fingers, who had nowhere to put them every night, also got their wish.

During this period of time, Cong Liang was always woken up by Cong An before she went to work. Occasionally she woke up early and cooked breakfast for Cong An, but last night she finally hugged Da Baoer, and she was excited for half the night. Didn't sleep well, didn't get up this morning.

"Sister... wake up."

"Sister?" Jiang Yin leaned on the bed with his elbows, pulled away the curly hair that was sleeping on Cong Liang's forehead, and flicked his **** on Cong Liang's forehead, "Hey, sister let go, I want to pee. Urine."

Cong Liang said "Huh?" in a daze, and rubbed Jiang Yin's side without opening his eyes. His fingers loosened, but they didn't move, and hooked directly to Jiang Yin's waist.

"Hey," Jiang Yin smiled, "it's not eldest sister, what's wrong with you?"

"Hurry up, I'm going to suffocate when I pee..."

Cong Liang was woken up by Jiang Yin's head bounce, but at this moment, he was shameless and coquettish, and the messy curly hair arched straight into Jiang Yin's arms, and he would let him go if he didn't squeak.

The two of them made an arch, and when they were making a fuss, they even fell to the ground together with the quilt. Jiang Yin couldn't help but "ruthlessly" pressed Cong Liang and arched his waist twice, "I think you are. You quarrel early in the morning, are you looking for something?"

Cong Liang and Da Bao'er have thicker skin than the city wall, squinting and smiling without pain or itching, like little poodles, they will bite wherever they catch them. Jiang Yin, who is biting, barks and has nowhere to hide by the bed, so he simply goes under the bed. earn.

Yang Liang's hair stood up, secretly thinking about the pill, he quickly dragged Jiang Yin out, and he was quick to pull out, but he just pulled out the radish and brought out the mud. I don't know how it was so **** coincidental, Jiang Yin pressed down on the bed, just right on the paw of the big wolf dog, and with such a tug at Cong Liang, even Jiang Yin and the big wolf dog were brought out together.

A big wolf dog and a little teddy, Cong Liang secretly stuffed them under the bed while Jiang Yin was washing last night, and planned to throw them away quietly today, but they just haven't had time to throw them... Cong Liang can't wait to give himself a hand Palm, let you go crazy early in the morning.

Congliang was still holding Jiang Yin's waist, Jiang Yin's fingers grabbed the big dog's paw, and the dog's belly was naturally directed towards this side. Congliang felt that Jiang Yin's whole body was stiff, staring at Dingding on the dog's belly for a long time, suddenly like a Like throwing away something dirty, he threw away the dog's leg he was holding in his hand, and slammed his powerful hand directly on the edge of the bed, with a "bang", almost knocking Cong Liang's heart out.

The small blue veins on Jiang Yin's forehead jumped cheerfully, his face was gloomy and his lips were tightly pressed, he turned around and pushed Cong Liang away roughly, got up and went to the bathroom. "Stay the fuck!"

Jiang Yin entered the bathroom and closed the bathroom door with a bang. Then he probably kicked over the wash shelf, and the bells clacked. Congliang didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He punched the bathroom door hard, "Fuck off!"

Congliang shrank his neck, "Okay, rolling, rolling..."

Going back to the bedroom and tidying up the quilt, Cong Liang sat on the floor and watched the big wolf dog she custom-made to relieve the itch, and rubbed his face. It's just a fake puppet that doesn't find a live man. It's used to hold on to sleep, and it's not for anything. Logically speaking, it's really not going to get angry.

But this matter is small, it is really not small on Da Baoer's body. Cong Liang stuffed his wrist into his mouth and took a bite. Jiang Yin had no sense of security. Da Bao'er has always been suspicious and sensitive about the "mud idea" that cannot be cleaned up. This time, the Tintin dog incident was brought up, and I don't know what to think about...

Cong Liang walked around the bathroom door with his pajamas in his sleeves. Cong An knocked on the door and told them to eat. Seeing Cong Liang wandering around the bathroom door like an ant on a hot pot, he tilted his head with interest and slowly tied his cuffs. The button on the top, narrow eyes narrowed his mouth and asked Congliang, "What happened to the child?"

Congliang gave Cong'an a pitiful look, squatted down a little, puffed out his cheeks, clenched his fists and beat his heart lightly, "I'm angry..."

Cong An was elegant in a suit and leather shoes, raised his eyebrows and nodded, stretched out his hand and clenched his fist, and gestured towards Cong Liang, "Come on."

"Xiaobai is still sleeping, the oil-splashed noodles are cooked and drained," Cong An said. "You can fry it with some oil and pour it on it later, and the ingredients are cut."

"I'll go to work first, and I won't be back at noon today," Cong'an walked in a few steps and touched Congliang's head, "If you don't like to cook lunch, order takeout."

Cong An left after speaking, Cong Liang stared at his figure and disappeared, just like every day, I didn't see any haggard face that stayed up all night, it was obvious that there was no such thing as the spring breeze in her imagination, such a beautiful woman hugged her. Su, you can't sleep without doing anything...

Cong Liang was thinking about going to see what the system is doing now, and only took a step. The bathroom door "clicked" open. Cong Liang turned around in an instant, and the pitiful eyes were seamlessly connected, which Jiang Yin ignored.

Jiang Yin's eyes and nose were red. Cong Liang glanced at him, and his heart ached and he couldn't breathe. Could it be that he was crying because of a fake Tintin dog?

"Jiang Yin," Cong Liang grabbed Jiang Yin's wrist. "Jiang Yin, you... oh, that's just for fun."

"How to play?" Jiang Yinyi turned back to Liang and was more sure, he must be squeezing golden beans inside.

Jiang Yin pointed at Ding Dinggou, which was lying on the ground, "Tell me how that thing works?" Jiang Yin threw away Congliang, "I really didn't see it, you are so cold and unscrupulous, even a dog is a human being. Don't let it go!"

Cong Liang originally wanted to explain it well, but Jiang Yin accused her of being wronged there, with a posture of catching a **** in bed. The key is that this problem of sleeping with a chicken is something he was used to in the first life. Now On the contrary, eating her own jealousy to the point of crying, forgive her for not being able to hold back.

"Pfft..." Congliang smiled rudely, Jiang Yin looked at her in disbelief, his eyes were about to pop out, Congliang couldn't stop laughing, and waved his hands, "Don't be angry, I just can't sleep at night without grabbing something..."

"Then you have to catch it..." Jiang Yin paused, his ears were red, and it was very difficult to speak, "You still got a dog, big wolf dog, why are you so perverted!"

"It's not just a big wolf dog." Cong Liang bent down with a smile and fished out a small teddy from under the bed, and explained seriously: "It was a small one before," Cong Liang glanced at Jiang Yin Xia Sanlu, "later... I'll get started. When you touch it, alas! It's not right!"

Congliang glanced at Jiang Yin's waist again, "I specially ordered a big one."

Jiang Yin made her look like she was about to jump up, and took two steps back, her entire neck blushing slowly at the base of her ears.

"Heh, is that my substitute?" Jiang Yin snorted angrily, "Don't lie to me! You've only known me for a few days, and you didn't let go when you fell asleep last night. It's obviously a habit!"

Jiang Yin aggressively spread his five fingers again, pressed the back of Congliang's head, and pressed against his chest, "Tell me, who the **** created your perverted habit?"

In fact, Jiang Yin wanted to ask, how long does it take to get into the habit of not being able to fall asleep without holding onto that thing?

Congliang originally thought it was quite cola, but slowly she stopped laughing. Jiang Yin's small appearance was too rare. She was pressed on the back of her head and was very close to people. With red circles around his eyes, he imagined Jiang Yin wiping tears in his bathroom.

Even if Jiang Yin is a hooligan, all kinds of youthful expressions indicate that he is not only a young boy, but also a young man in love.

She carried an unclean pot, and every mouthful was a romantic debt of the former green tea. Jiang Yin could not care about her cheating him and causing him to break his fingers. Cong Liang could understand that Jiang Yin took her money and was short-handed, but Jiang Yin went to the hospital last night. Holding her true feelings revealed not only Congliang, but also those "unbearable" pasts that she couldn't get rid of.

Knowing that she was "unbearable to look back", she still opened her heart to her without hesitation. The hot feelings of this young man were so hot that Congliang's internal organs were smooth and comfortable, and Congliang gently kissed Jiang Yin's Adam's apple.

"My problem is brought on by my womb." Congliang said in a very gentle tone, "I will only touch you in the future, why are you angry?"

Jiang Yin grabbed the back of Congliang's head and didn't let her kiss him, "Anyway, you have a strong mouth and a high level of skill. You are playing around in the young master circle, so you can't fool me like this..."

Congliang covered Jiang Yin's mouth, "You want me to say that your mouth is more ruthless," Congliang said helplessly, "Don't say these things in the future."

Congliang pressed his ear to widen his heart, "I can't do anything about you..." She didn't brush her teeth, so she couldn't give a deep kiss, she just pursed her lips and touched Jiang Yin's red earlobe, "I just love you."

"Don't think about it, I'm going to wash up, brother is ready, go eat first when you're hungry."

Cong Liang twisted her shoes into the bathroom to wash up. In fact, Jiang Yin said that some of those things didn't hurt her heart at all, and she didn't do it. Besides, she didn't have a glass heart. Women, time will witness, but Jiang Yin obviously cares, and when he speaks cruel words, it is often a double-edged sword, hurting others before hurting himself.

Jiang Yin stared at Cong Liang's twisting figure, raised his hand and gently touched the still hot earlobe that Cong Liang had just kissed, pursed his lower lip, but still didn't lick the upward curvature, for the sentence "I will I love you" quietly laughed out two dimples.

Cong Liang washes well, soaked in water to suppress the curls that fly around the sky as long as you don’t go to the barbershop to take care of it, I deeply feel that the little hairdresser who said that the smallpox is full of foam and foam, it’s good to have a short haircut , it had to be hot, but fortunately she insisted not to dye it, otherwise it would be like a Simba and his father turned into a human.

After washing up, when Cong Liang came out of the bathroom, she saw her dear Big Bo'er sitting on the floor beside the bed with her back to her and she didn't know what she was tinkering with.

Quietly walked over from the good bird, wanting to hug Jiang Yin suddenly to scare him, but he stopped the car just when he was about to hug him.

Jiang Yin was pinching the small scissors, and was focusing on cutting the dog. Hearing Congliang's footsteps, he turned his head and smiled faintly at her, reminding her of the scene where Yun Chou forced her to drink soup after he stewed the system in the previous life. .

Looking at the two puppet dogs again, starting from Tintin, they have been cut to pieces, their stomachs have been slashed, cotton and broken steps are all over the place, and Liangdun feels a phantom limb pain.

The author has something to say: Recently, I saw that the comments were all talking about vice cp,

Don't worry, deputy cp, I wrote it to continue the plot.

But where you should write, I will write if you don't like it. I have to follow my own ideas.

Just like a pot of fried rice, some people dig it from the middle, some people eat it from the side, and some people dig it randomly. You have to ask why you don't start from where...because everyone's brain circuits are different.