Weird Gacha Machine

Wu Yanzhao passed away on Christmas Eve in 2002, which was the day of Lu Hengliang's second birthday.

"Lu... Lu Hengliang is Lu Qiming's son?!" Yin Mu flipped through Wu Yanzhao's entry, it did say that Wu Yanzhao was Lu Qiming's legitimate wife.

If it weren't for Song Qingqiao's unquestionable face, Yin Mu would even think that this f*cking story is just a made-up story.

Lu Qiming!Noble family!No wonder Lu Hengliang spat on a porcelain vase and was beaten until he couldn't get out of bed for a week!

"Give me a sip, I'm a bit hypoglycemic right now." Yin Mu snatched Song Qingqiao's milk tea, and took a sip of half a cup.

This is some kind of bizarre life experience.

"What the hell...has anything to do with him?" he asked.

"Boss Yin, Lu Mao was only two years old at the time, what can he do?" Song Qingqiao said helplessly, feeling like the gate had been opened but could not be closed.

Yin Mu breathed a sigh of relief. At most, Lu Hengliang's knot was that his mother died strangely when he was two years old. Fortunately, it didn't constitute any abnormal psychology.

Song Qingqiao looked at his thoughtful face and said, "It's a strange death, isn't it?"

"Why is your tone so similar to today's statement?"

"Let me give you another reminder, Lu Mao's violent tendencies are inherited from his father."

Fuck me! ?Ms. Wu Yanzhao must have been beaten to death by Lu Qiming! ?

The more hints you have, the less you dare to think about it.

"It's your turn, Boss Yin." Song Qingqiao took back the milk tea and replied as if nothing happened.

In contrast, what Yin Mu needs to explain is not so surprising.

"What other cases can happen in the school, it's not just school violence." Yin Mu frowned, and had no choice but to look back on things that he couldn't remember at first.

He took Song Qingqiao into the smoking area, the last time he met Su Rang here, but today is a good day, Su Rang went to another place, there is no madness to dissuade him from quitting smoking.

Song Qingqiao consciously took out a cigarette from his backpack, ready to understand the story clearly.He is not a person who likes to listen to stories, but he must understand Yin Mu's past.

"Meng Er was transferred from the third year of high school, and Meng Ji was two years younger and a freshman in high school."

The summer vacation when he and Menger met, the summer vacation when the two became smoking friends, was a nightmare for the entire high school.

"The two of them grew up abroad. Because Meng Er had to take the college entrance examination, they wanted to come back, so Meng Ji also came back."

"As beautiful as a school is on the outside, it is as bad as it is inside."

The so-called gold and jade are outside, and there are many outstanding students, there will be more students who smell like garbage.This is the case in Yizhong.

"They were just innocent victims, just like any other victim."

No more can be said.Just like smoking, you can finish smoking your own cigarette, and you have no right to interfere with other people's cigarettes, let alone say more.Everyone is in a different situation and dealing with their own problems.

What I shared today is a bit heavy.

Song Qingqiao slowly exhaled the smoke, still with his usual smile: "Boss Yin, accompany me to class."

"what class?"

"Can't remember, it seems to be English?"

Yin Mu and Song Qingqiao sat in the second-to-last row of the lecture theater with a capacity of seven to eighty people.Song Qingqiao took out two books from her bag, neither of which were English books, and then interspersed each page of the two books from the end until the two books with a total of two to three hundred pages were merged into one.

He said, "You try to pull them apart."

Yin Mu's mind was full of question marks from the very beginning, and he couldn't figure out what he was doing, but he still obediently grabbed the two books and pulled them aside.

Useless, glued tightly.

Song Qingqiao secretly laughed, ignoring the enthusiastic foreign teacher and the students who occasionally cast strange eyes around her, she held Yin Mu's hand: "Nothing can separate us."

Now we are only beginning to overlap some parts, about the past and family and friends, and there will be more and more about us in the future, until it is all delivered to each other, then external resistance can no longer separate me and you.

Not serious.Yin Mu scolded secretly in his heart, but he also liked this feeling, very fond of it.Even if the palm is cold, so what, that person has already rushed towards him with the whole heart yearning for the world, there is no reason not to accept this one and only promise.

Christmas Eve was nothing more than an ordinary Thursday night for them, and Christmas was nothing to do with it.What is there to celebrate?Every day we can be together is the best celebration, and today is no different.

Song Qingqiao took out a bottle of wine from the refrigerator and changed it to French brandy this time.I don't know when I bought it back. Anyway, there is nothing to eat in the refrigerator, and there must be wine.

"Boss Yin, Song Xiangyi is getting married." Song Qingqiao filled two glasses with wine and took a sip alone.

It's been a while since I've had a drink, and I've almost forgotten what it tastes like.

"Ah? When?" Yin Mu never dared to estimate Song Xiangyi's age, he should be a young man of marriageable age anyway.

Song Qingqiao shook the wine glass in her hand, and the ice cubes slammed: "I will be back for the wedding during the Chinese New Year."

"That's a good thing, why are you so unhappy?"

Song Qingqiao's eyes fixed on Yin Mu's face, and after a long pause, he said, "He hasn't been back for four years."

Yin Mu ate a mouthful of bean curd dipped in sauce, and was choked up by the spicy oil: "Don't order this takeaway in the future, ahem, is it for people to eat?!"

The man drank another cup: "The marriage partner is a Japanese woman named Zhisui. We have been together for a year."

"Then we didn't hear him mention it when we went before, do you know?"

"I found out today, and he even sent me a photo."

Sure enough, the two brothers of you are both silent characters, and the photos Song Xiangyi posted are directly wedding photos, both in Japanese and Chinese styles.The bride has a round face, big eyes, and two small canine teeth when she smiles, which is a typical Japanese girl's cute appearance.

"Don't say it, it's pretty good-looking." Yin Mu's words made Song Qingqiao's face even more depressed, "Why are you unhappy?"

"He cannot marry."

? ? ?Where are these words.

"Hey, forget it." Song Qingqiao raised his wine glass and clinked glasses with Yin Mu, "You will know when the time comes."

Still tantalizing now.

Yin Mu didn't bother to bother about Prime Minister Song's marriage or not, and the consequences of taking the initiative to meddle in his own affairs would not be very good.

It doesn't matter after a few glasses of wine. Drinking with Brother Qiao is a comfort. You don't have to worry about the consequences, just care about whether you are drunk or not.

Just care about the people in front of you.

The person in front of him now has two pajama collars unbuttoned, and his thin white wrist is still swinging the wine glass leisurely. The sound of the ice cubes colliding with the glass wall is very pleasant. Make that person more fair.

Like... like a nonsensical god who doesn't eat fireworks.

Yin Mu went up to him and kissed him on the lips, but he responded quickly.

Hey, I still have to eat fireworks.

How many people like this are there in this world?

"You won't have class tomorrow? Keep drinking." Yin Mu asked him provocatively after parting.

"When you get up, you go up, if you don't get up, you get up."

"Who is it? It's not in your plan at all, is it?"

Song Qingqiao pursed her lips and lowered her eyes: "I don't have a plan, so what is the scope?"

It's funny, Yin Mu put his head on his shoulder and drank the wine in the glass: "Then from now on, plan carefully, great artist Mr. Song."

It is necessary to plan well, after all, it is a little far away from the days when a person moved forward or backward, or stopped in place.

"Every time I drink light, I will give people a problem."

One cup after another, the two of them planned to drink until Christmas, but it was still Yin Mu who finally called to stop.

My mind was in a mess, and everything was sorted out when I lay on the soft bed, it was just sleepiness.

After falling asleep in the middle of the night, she woke up once from the cold, and was hugged tightly by Song Qingqiao, but the wine didn't seem to wake her up much.Song Qingqiao slept very lightly, and after being tossed and woke up by him, her eyes were full of bloodshot eyes.

"The heater is broken?" Yin Mu asked.

"The window is open."

"Why didn't you fucking say it earlier."

"I want to move."

Then the mother is suffering from the cold wind a few degrees below zero! ?Yin Mu sighed and broke free from his arms, hurriedly closed the window with bare feet, and then nestled back into the bed.After going down for more than ten seconds, my feet became cold.

But holding Song Qingqiao, the man was still a little warm, and he touched his cold feet against his feet, making him gasp from the cold.

"I woke up from the cold after drowsiness." With the light of the aromatherapy, Song Qingqiao's skin turned a warm yellow, more tender and charming than usual.

It's hard to tell who started it first, maybe Yin Mu's hand reached into his pajamas first, or maybe his hand untied Yin Mu's belt first, anyway, it happened in a flash.

Yin Mu's drowsy head couldn't control the crazy thoughts at all, and the brain rushed out, erupting faster than the sunrise, but the alcohol paralysis made his limbs unable to use much strength, and Song Qingqiao controlled him to death. The sweat on the back came out one after another.

In the huge space, there was no room for anything except the sound of breathing, and throughout the second half of the night, apart from remembering the taste of lips and teeth being rubbed together, Yin Mu only had the pain that filled his whole body.

Oh shit.

"Get off my bed!"

The first greeting when I woke up at noon was accompanied by the hangover headache, the clamor of the lumbar spine that seemed to be broken, and an unspeakable roar somewhere.

"Boss Yin, you really don't recognize anyone when you put on your pants." Song Qingqiao wrapped the quilt firmly, only her green head was exposed, her lower lip was bitten off, and it was covered with blood scabs.

"Song Qingqiao, you are such a fucking gentleman, you are not like you when you take advantage of others' danger!" Yin Mu is really unable to move now, a slight movement will affect countless nerves, so that you can't tell where the pain is.

Song Qingqiao hugged him from behind, and the two of them stuck together naked: "Boss Yin, your cell phone rang ten times this morning."

"Stop talking nonsense, tell you to get out, will you get out, right?"

"Don't." Song Qingqiao, the big dog, used his tricks again, rubbing his head hard, "Today is Christmas."

Christmas is none of your fucking business!

"Call Brother Huang back." Yin Mu stretched out his hand hard to get the phone. There were six messages on WeChat and eight missed calls. "Did Brother Huang have a busy day?"

[Boss Yin, where are you? 】

[Skipping class again? 】

[It's awesome, staying with Brother Qiao is really a good example. 】

[Could it be that his mother drank with him again? 】

[I □□ answer a phone call! 】

[I must educate Brother Qiao well! 】

"Hi, Brother Huang." Just as Yin Mu greeted him, Song Qingqiao snatched the phone.

"Brother Huang, I heard you want to educate me?"

"It's okay, I will give you three tricks for Christmas."

???

"Boss Yin is sick, he didn't close the window last night, he caught a cold."

"All right, all right, no need, buy us some lunch when you have time."

Brother Huang, a scourge in the world, began to regret deeply, why his mother just couldn't take it anymore and insisted on introducing Mr. Yin to this unlucky boy.The unlucky boy was still as crazy as ever, but his President Yin was dragged into the bottomless abyss, and it seemed that he was still a little bit unable to extricate himself, making mistakes and making mistakes.

"I found out that you speak nonsense so easily." Yin Mu was amazed at him.

"I won't tell you." That's true, this alone is considered honest.

"Brother Qiao, have you heard that?"

"what?"

"Sweat stinks, wine stinks, smoke stinks." There is also an unknown smell mixed in, which cannot be cured by aromatherapy.

"Take a shower, brother Huang will come later."

"You first, I have to take my time."

The author has something to say:

The biggest advantage of Lu Mao is that he can handle beating~

I feel that this chapter has a lot of content... um...

The purpose is to make you think that this is a sweet article about mutual favor... (?