Weird Gacha Machine

Song Qingqiao seldom talked nonsense, for some reason, he also realized that he had spoken too much, so he quickly shut up.

Yin Mu was sitting next to him, but he could hear clearly, and the contrast in attitude after speaking was extremely obvious.

"What did you just say?" he asked repeatedly.

"What are you talking about?" The man pretended to be stupid and pretended to be a master, "Hey, you're home! Has Little Xingche not been home for a long time?"

"He's been at home for the past few days." Song Xiang said with a knife.

After Lao Song had a cerebral hemorrhage, his health became worse and worse, and he was sick in bed. Song Xiangyi had to hire a nanny to take care of him. Zhisui took Xiao Xingche home earlier.

Song Qingqiao wanted to get over this matter, but Yin Mu didn't let it go, even lying on the bed at night and kept asking him: "You said you want to marry me?"

"I didn't say it, you said it."

"Fart! When did I say that?!"

Of course you don't remember when you're broken.

"That's fine, just pretend no one has said anything." Song Qingqiao wrapped herself in the quilt, "It's better to sleep comfortably in my own bed."

"Believe me or not..." Yin Mu made a gesture to kick him off the bed.

Song Qingqiao mainly felt that she was too excited to say something today, and didn't want to talk about it anymore, so she hurriedly hugged her and kissed her.There is still a trace of displeasure in my heart, who held the face and kissed it wet at that time! ?Who asked eagerly how long we were married! ?Who said to hold a wedding on the beach by the sea! ?Who are they! ?When you wake up from the wine, you act as if nothing happened. Men are really big pigs.

"My heart is beating so fast." Song Qingqiao said.

"I just saw something good here, and something went wrong again?"

No mood.

Song Qingqiao took Yin Mu's hand and touched his heart. Sure enough, the fiery heart was beating wildly in his chest, like a drum beating.

The blood is throbbing, even scalding.

Damn Song Qingqiao is not human!It doesn't matter whether I go to class or not, and doesn't care whether I live or die, just fuck around!

Yin Mu woke up in the morning and saw 51:[-] on the phone screen, and cursed deeply in his heart.My throat hurts, I can't even yell.

Sure enough, when I went to class in the afternoon, I was scolded by Lao Li.

"It's halfway through the semester, what do you look like in this state!?" Lao Li seemed to hate iron and steel, "The paper is also poorly written, rewrite!"

Recently, a new theory has been researched in the academic circles, aiming at psychodynamic psychopathology, Lao Li plans to use this topic as a test for Yin Mu and Li Chun to recommend Baobo.Who knows, what is written, the outline alone is simple and popular, and it is all worthless nonsense.

"Where are you thinking now? If you don't want to miss it, I'll introduce you to the job directly, do you think it's okay?!" Lao Li was in a hurry, and wanted him to pack up his things and get out of the research group.

Yin Mu didn't say a word, just looked down at his manuscript.

You have to be like this with Lao Li, you can't be tough, you can only be soft, he just speaks hard, but he doesn't think so in his heart.This is the experience gained from working together for a year.

"In this way, you and Chunchun will do this report together. After the thesis is finished, let me have a look at it, and arrange a defense at the end of the term."

Well, it seems that Li Chun's writing is not very good.

After Song Qingqiao returned home, he went to class for two days. Because of the previous incident, the students in the class looked at him as if they were watching the plague god.

It's inevitable that there are whispers in private, nothing more than... messy rumors.

As long as you don't make fun of it in front of Song Qingqiao, the matter is not a big deal, but there are people who like to shoot at the muzzle.

It was this annoying monitor again, even though Song Qingqiao didn't even know his name.

"Song Qingqiao!" He hurried to catch up, shouting as if someone knew him very well.

"who are you?"

"Uh... I've been in the same class for so long, I haven't gotten to know each other well..."

"No need to know." Song Qingqiao interrupted him, took out his mobile phone to check the time, and calculated in his heart that it was almost time.

Sure enough, a BMW GS off-road motorcycle drifted in front of the two of them, making the monitor's face full of dirt.

Lu Hengliang threw a helmet over, carried Song Qingqiao on board, stepped on the accelerator and flew away.

The squad leader was left alone, dumbfounded.

The whole process takes less than 1 minutes.

It was just right when I arrived at the hotel that Xu Huang had booked.

Song Qingqiao looked around the dining table, there were elders and children, but there was no Yin Mu.

"Hey."

"Have you finished class yet?" Song Qingqiao called him.

"No... Lao Li left me with something today, I told Brother Huang." Yin Mu was very quiet, and a woman's voice asked, "What's the matter?"

Song Qingqiao didn't know what to say, so she hung up the phone decisively.

【I'll pick you up after you finish your meal. 】 Yin Mu sent a message.

Song Qingqiao saw it and didn't bother to reply.

It's not a big day today, it's just that Xu Huang suddenly wants to invite everyone to dinner, his parents are here, He Youying's parents are also there, and the rest are those few people, but Song Xiangyi's family of three also came.

Little Xingche lay on Lu Hengliang's body, playing with his earring chain.

"I was going to pick up Xiao Yin after class, but he seemed to be in a hurry to make a report." Song Xiangyi said to his disgraced brother.

I'm so busy making reports, I don't even have time to talk to my boyfriend.

After the meal, the uncles, aunts, brothers, sisters-in-law and nephews all left, and a few young people went to play disco again.

The more Song Qingqiao thought about it, the angrier she became, and she even said that I would pick me up after dinner!It's already ten o'clock and there is no one in sight!

"Master, why are you so angry?" Xu Huang leaned over to hold him.

"Where am I angry?"

"Yes, you can pretend now." Xu Huang burned his afro head with tin foil and rubbed it against Song Qingqiao's face, "Mr. Yin is studying in the second year of graduate school. It's normal to have more things. You can't ask him to be with you all the time, right?"

"It's not because of me." Song Qingqiao pushed his head away, "Lu Mao, drink."

"Sister Yue, did Brother Huang get your hair done?" Lu Heng asked coldly.

Fang Hanyue nodded proudly: "The one I recommended, isn't it particularly suitable?"

"Appropriate, African hip-hop player." Song Qingqiao praised you.

"Damn child, don't think that I dare not beat you up!" Fang Hanyue made a gesture to hit you, but Lu Hengliang stopped her and hugged her, "What are you doing!? Both of you are owed money, right?"

Lu Hengliang said coldly: "How can you marry someone with such a big temper."

Fang Hanyue was taken aback by what he said, then laughed again, and beat him vigorously: "Little bastard, how dare you make fun of your elder sister!"

Suddenly, all the lights in the bar were turned off, leaving only a round stage with a beam of white light.

"Fuck me? There's still this trick?" Xu Huang's mind is not clear, he just hasn't played Di for more than a year, what the hell is going on?

Walking up the stage was a tall woman in very postmodern clothes with a mask on her face.The reaction of the people below was extremely excited, as if they were here for this.

Xu Huang was salivating just because of the exposed thighs, but he was slapped by He Youying.

"This week's lucky night is about to start, who will the god of fate favor today?" The voice made people's backs go numb.

"Isn't that the bracelet you brought us when you entered the venue?" Lu Hengliang took a look, and sure enough, only the number on the bracelet was shining brightly, "Brother Qiao, are you going home?"

This mysterious activity gave Lu Hengliang an extremely bad premonition.

Song Qingqiao took off the bracelet and threw it aside: "Drink, why go home?"

"As usual, the two lucky ones complete the drawn challenges and take home REMY MARTIN worth [-]!"

As soon as these words came out, the bottom became even crazier. Are you drunk? What's there to scream about?

When Song Qingqiao stood on stage, he knew where the limit of madness was.

If he had known earlier, he should have thrown the bracelet farther away. Who likes to pick it up? He always has an inexplicable shit luck when it comes to things like this.

Why didn't Lu Mao just leave when he was called to retreat?Let yourself be pitted now.

All the little sisters and gays in the audience shouted at the top of their voices, and they couldn't hear what they were shouting. They were just a group of complete lunatics.

The post-modern sister next to her exudes a strong fragrance of perfume, and when she gets closer, she has a foundation as thick as a city wall floating on her face.

"I have never seen you so fierce before." The postmodern sister said, "Those who want to challenge with handsome guys, let me hear your voices!"

"what--"

The eardrums were about to burst.

"Can't I challenge by myself?" Song Qingqiao asked coldly.

The post-modern sister still looked at him with a smile: "The god of luck has landed on your head, you can't live up to his favor."

"Excuse me handsome, are you single?"

Song Qingqiao shook his head.

"Then your partner is at the scene?"

Still asking these questions, Song Qingqiao still shook her head.

The slightly quieter voice below came again.

"What the hell do these people think?" Now Xu Huang also had a premonition that something bad was going to happen, so he hurriedly called Yin Mu.

"Please draw the next lucky one."

Take a ghost, just randomly pause, okay?Song Qingqiao poked on the electronic screen, and the scrolling number froze at number 21.

"Where is No. 21?" the postmodern sister shouted.

After a while, the spotlight shone on a person, even Song Qingqiao was stunned, class... class monitor? ? ?

The bar is indeed a place of right and wrong, especially the bar near the university.

When Yin Mu arrived, he was stopped by the security guards at the door, and when he searched for the ID card, he heard loud screams from inside, so he was so anxious.

Xu Huang called him and said that Song Qingqiao had a small situation in the bar, which didn't sound like a small situation.

Walking inside was smoky, the lights were dim, and there were crowds of people, but everyone's eyes were fixed on the stage illuminated by the spotlight.

Song Qingqiao stood there, wearing a blindfold, with a man on his back, with one hand around his neck, and the other hand holding a small wine glass and trying to put it into his mouth.

Hold.

The author has something to say:

Song Qingqiao came out again to be beaten...

Even if the disease is not cured, I still dare to fuck with a man:)