Bamboo horse is straight A, what should I do?

Chapter 29

After Rong Mian replied, she concentrated on writing the [-]-word battle analysis, and when she came back to her senses, she heard someone knocking on the door.

Sang Guo stood outside the door and blinked at him: "Here comes the man!"

Before Rong Mian could leave, Song Yang strode over with a flustered expression.

"Mianmian, are you feeling unwell?"

How could this development be different from what he thought.

Rong Mian looked confused: "I'm fine."

Song Yang probed his forehead, opened his eyelids, and turned him around a few times.

"You don't have a fever, how can you talk nonsense?"

Hearing him whispering, Rong Mian: "..."

Being dizzy, Rong Mian raised her hand to interrupt: "You came here in a hurry just to see if I'm sick?"

Song Yang dragged him to the living room, and stopped Sang Guo who wanted to go back to the room.

"Go get the medical kit."

Mulberry:"……"

Rong Mian was pushed into the sofa by him, looked up and asked: "When I gave you the information, you were almost at school?"

Song Yang opened the medical box and took out the detector: "I asked the driver to rush back. It was supposed to take 10 minutes, but this time it will arrive in 5 minutes."

Rong Mian: "..."

After some inspection, the numerical value on the instrument showed that, except for a slightly higher body temperature, everything else was normal.

Song Yang breathed a sigh of relief, and dragged him back to his room: "You must be tired from fighting, go to bed early at night."

Rong Mian: "I haven't finished writing the battle analysis yet."

"Is homework more important than your body?"

Song Yang was so strong that he pushed him into the bed.

That's not what the pamphlet says.

Rong Mian was a little unwilling: "Didn't you say it was cold?"

Song Yang: "Didn't you disapprove of me staying in the omega dormitory?"

Rong Mian: "..."

Forget about it.

He let Song Yang cover him with a quilt, and suddenly he smelled a bloody smell in his nose, which was very faint, but had a strong sense of presence.

Just as Song Yang was about to withdraw his hand, Rong Mian caught him.

"what happened?"

Rong Mian carefully checked his hands, and found no wounds.

"Is there any pain in your body?"

Song Yang wanted to say no, but when he saw the worry in Rong Mian's eyes, he suddenly changed his words: "Staring at the chip for two hours, my eyes are so sore and painful, and everything I see is double image."

Eye?

Seeing Rong Mian's puzzled expression, Song Yang leaned closer to let him see more clearly.

"Do you see a lot of bloodshot?"

Seeing the handsome face gradually enlarged in front of her eyes, Rong Mian's thoughts were interrupted, she held his face and opened her eyelids to look.

"I have eye drops on my desk to relieve eye fatigue."

Song Yang was wronged: "Is it not beautiful?"

Rong Mian was amused: "It's still the clearest sky color."

Song Yang followed with a low smile: "That's good."

His smile stunned Rong Mian.

This is not a little piggy, but the rare Song Yang.

01: "Little master, don't make your heart rate speed up when he smiles, we are adults now!"

Rong Mian: "..."

But the little piggy is really beautiful and has a nice voice.

01:"……"

This is Yangou's world?

After Song Yang left, Rong Mian regained consciousness from his beauty, and the more he thought about it, the more something was wrong.

Is he going to catch piglets?Why does it feel like being caught?

The dark guard was very fast, and sent the message of the person in the video the next morning in class.

Rongmian turns on the privacy mode, and clicks on the personal information.

This alpha male is 42 years old, registered in Andromeda, came to Xuefuxing two months ago, currently works in a food processing company in an industrial area, has an omega wife, but divorced 14 years ago, and is currently single.

This person has a very rich work experience, which adds up to [-] or [-] items. The maximum number of jobs in each company does not exceed three months, and the interval between entering the next job is generally more than three months.

In other words, the person has more rest time than work time.

Rong Mian scrolled to the kinship page and found that he and his ex-wife had an omega son, but the son's personal information showed that he was out of contact.

It's hard not to remind him of a super omega.

In order to create a large number of modified bodies, the illegal organizations illegally bought a large number of orphans and trafficked people from various channels.

This omega boy named Li Cheng is very likely to be one of them.

But what is this uncle hanging around at the door of the rich peasants?

Rong Mian thought of a possibility, but felt it was too bizarre.

After a while, he replied to Zizania.

[Brother Ziabai, pay close attention to this person's movements to see if he has contact with the staff of the rich farm store. 】

Zizania: "Okay."

"Mianmian."

Hearing Song Yang's voice, Rong Mian turned his head to look over.

Song Yang handed over two pieces of draft paper: "Which one do you think looks better?"

Two styles of mecha masks were drawn on the draft paper, one of which was the one I was drawing in class yesterday.

Rong Mian almost didn't think about it, and chose this one directly: "I like this one, the lines are soft and upright, like a knight of justice, that one is also good-looking, but it's too evil."

Song Yang re-read the two manuscripts, thoughtful.

"Did you draw it subconsciously according to your own feelings?"

Rong Mian thought he was referring to the one she liked, and said with a smile, "It really fits your image, the little angel with a radiant head, the plump one."

Song Yang: "..."

He could pretend he didn't hear the last few words.

On the other side, while taking notes, Gu Fei glanced at Song Yang's manuscript, and excitedly leaned over: "Fuck, isn't this mask so cool?! Which mecha is it for?"

Song Yang picked up a pen and refined the details: "It's not from a mech."

Gu Fei: "??"

Not mecha?Then what other machines should use this kind of mask?

An AI killer with only a face?

industrial area.

Zia Bai was dressed in casual clothes and sat on a bench under a tree by the side of the road, reading the newspaper, and listening to the reports of his subordinates on the road through his earphones.

A sales cart passed by, with three large cartoon characters of "Roasted Sweet Potatoes" pasted on the top of the car.

Zizania reached out to stop her: "Wait, here's a roasted sweet potato."

The tall beta got off the car seat, took out a sweet potato wrapped in paper from the stove, and handed it over with a smile: "Hello, 20 star coins, thank you for your patronage."

Jiao Bai took it over: "There's no one here, why don't you sit down and have a rest?"

The tall Beta took off his straw hat and fanned the wind, wiped the sweat off his face and sat on the bench.

"Business is not easy these days. I only sold 30 yuan in the morning."

Zizania: "..."

To trick your own people?

Zibazania ate sweet potatoes and lowered his voice: "Didn't Big Brother go overseas to carry out a secret mission?"

"Your Majesty said that the treasury is empty and we can't pay wages. Let us come out and earn some money to subsidize our family."

Fan Potato took out a cigarette from his coat pocket, and looked at the street from the corner of his eye, and said in a low voice, "What about you, why are you here?"

Ziobai stuttered with a dull face: "Your Majesty said to give me a short vacation to save a lot of salary expenses, so I went out for a walk."

Potato pays attention to the surroundings: "Don't talk politely between brothers, can we be sincere?"

Zizania: "Your baked sweet potatoes are not cooked yet, and you still dare to sell them for 20 yuan. Why don't you grab them?"

Sweet Potato: "..."

Seeing the target person appearing from the corner of the eye, Jiao Bai put away the newspaper and left.

Potato glanced at the entrance of the rich peasant's shop, and sent a secret signal to his small group.

-

At noon, the three of Rong Mian went to the restaurant for dinner.

Originally Song Yang insisted on going back to cook, but was stopped by Rong Mian.

They are all busy during this time, so there is no need to waste energy on cooking.

When he sat down, from the corner of his eye, he saw Sang Guo, who was sitting obliquely behind, waving to him, Rong Mian's eyes flashed, and he nodded, indicating that he had received it.

Song Yang took the abalone from his plate and put it in the Rongmian bowl, and took away a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs from him.

"Mianmian, I'll change it with you."

Rong Mian picked up the chopsticks, held a piece to his mouth, and said with a smile, "If you like to eat, I'll feed you."

"Pfft--cough-cough-"

Gu Fei choked so fast that rice grains fell out of his nostrils.

Song Yang couldn't bear to look directly at him, so he immediately changed to the seat next to Rong Mian, opened his mouth and took the sweet and sour pork ribs away.

Rong Mian's eyes flashed.

It's all right up to here, very good!

Rong Mian: "Is it delicious?"

Song Yang nodded: "Can sweet and sour pork ribs taste bad? Unless there is no sugar."

Rong Mian: "..."

You just want something sweet, right?

Song Yang leaned closer: "I want more."

Rong Mian took another piece and fed it to him.

Sure enough, feeding the piglets is the most curative.

The more one ate, the happier he was, and the more he fed the other, the happier he became, which made Gu Fei at the same table unable to eat.

Is the benevolent light emanating from Rong Mian serious?

Why do you feel that your father is not enough to explain, you have to be promoted to grandpa?

Returning to the dormitory after eating, Sang Guo came back not long after, excitedly asking about Rong Mian's situation.

"Today was a great success."

Rong Mian smiled, and asked seriously: "But what's the difference from usual?"

If this counts as catching piglets, he can catch them thousands of times a day.

Sang Guo touched his chin and thought for a long time: "Change to another one."

He took out the fluorescent green booklet and flipped through it, pointing to one of the pages and handing it to Rong Mian: "You have to pass the test softly, wink at him, lower your voice, and ask him, "Brother, what are you doing?" Do I look pretty today?" "

Rong Mian: "..."

Imagining the scene of being called Brother Song Yang, he shuddered.

"Do you have to call me brother?"

Sang Guo pointed to the note below: "The intimate address helps to shorten the distance and makes people feel friendly."

Rong Mian thought about it seriously: "Is this really possible?"

Sang Guo: "Guaranteed to try a hundred times!"

After the lunch break, Rong Mian was about to go to class when she suddenly received a video call from Jiao Bai.

He locked the door and clicked on.

"Have you found anything?"

Zibai nodded and sent him a photo: "Just as you guessed, he had contact with an omega boy named Chengzi in the rich farmer's store, and my people are currently following him."

In the photo, the middle-aged alpha and the omega boy stood at the corner of the building, both of them looked very happy.

Rong Mian was silent for a moment.

"Help me find out about this young man named Chengzi. He should be living in an old residential building 500 meters to the right of Funongmen, and see if he can find out what happened before he came to Xuefuxing. Also, I want these two people DNA test report."

Zizania: "Yes."

Thinking of something else, Rong Mian added: "There is a milk tea shop across the road from the rich farmer's store, please keep an eye on it for me to see if someone is watching."

After Rongmian finished explaining, Ziabai responded and said another thing: "I encountered sweet potatoes during the mission, so far I haven't got any clues here."

The dark guards have their particularity, and the task information between each other will not be exchanged.

Sweet potatoes and wild rice stems belong to His Majesty's secret guards, and they have similar qualifications.

It must be no small matter for Potato to perform the task himself.

So Brother Yu has actually noticed the situation here?

Rong Mian suddenly thought of the third party that appeared when he was hunted down by the killer that night.

Will it be sweet potatoes?

Who sent the killer?Is Sweet Potato's mission related to the killer?

After thinking for a while, Rong Mian said, "If it doesn't hinder us, we can ignore it for now."

Zizania: "Yes."

Rong Mian walked out of the dormitory, and was called to the principal's office by a message from Qian Fan before she even got to the classroom.

More than 8 applicants were finally confirmed for the Chicken Raising Competition.

Qian Fan was so worried that he couldn't even drink the health-preserving soup.

"I originally told the other party that the maximum amount was [-], but it turned out to be more than eight times higher. I let the other party agree with this old face."

Rongmian suppressed a smile: "I'm sorry, Grandpa Qian, I didn't think carefully when designing the event."

Qian Fan gave up and said, "It's a good thing that everyone has such enthusiasm. I've made an agreement with the relevant person in charge of the rich farmers, and he will contact you."

Rong Mian: "Okay, I will give you the proposal for the breeding ground in the next two days."

Qian Fan nodded and smiled kindly: "Among these few people, you are the most worry-free."

Rong Mian instantly understood who he meant by "several people".

He was puzzled: "My brother should be much better than me at my age, right? And Brother Yu——"

"Don't mention them."

Qian Fan rubbed his forehead, "When you mentioned it, I started to get a headache again."

Rong Mian: "..."

Qian Fan picked up the thermos cup and blew it: "Don't be like your brother, how can learning be fun when you are in love, right?"

Rong Mian: "..."

Rong Mian thought for a while: "In fact, falling in love is quite fun."

He didn't figure it out yet, but it seemed interesting.

Qian Fan took a sip of tea and choked in his throat, almost sticking it out.

In the first class, Rong Mian received a message from an unfamiliar communication number, claiming to be the head of the rich peasant business department.

[Hello, Rong Mian, I am Zhang Lei, the head of the Rich Farm Business Department, and I would like to talk to you about chicken cubs. 】

Rongmian replied.

[Hello, the demand is relatively large this time. I wonder if your company can guarantee the quality of chicks? 】

Zhang Lei: "Please rest assured that this will be controlled at every level."

Rong Mian waited for a moment before replying.

[Can I come to your company to see the breeding environment of the chicks? 】

The reply there is fast.

[You can always, when you come, we prepare a special car to pick you up. 】

Rong Mian glanced at the schedule.

There is also a math class in the afternoon. At 8:[-] p.m., I make an appointment with Sang Guo to practice the saber Ares.

He replied: "Half an hour later, can you?"

Zhang Lei: "Yes."

Rong Mian turned off the virtual screen, everyone was seriously attending class, he approached Song Yang, and lowered his voice: "I may not be able to accompany you for dinner tonight, you—"

Song Yang drew the picture without raising his head: "I will go wherever you go."

Rong Mian: "..."

Song Yang turned his head to look at him: "Do you want to leave me alone to eat cake again?"

Rong Mian: "..."

Do you only have cake in your eyes?

The next class had to change classrooms, so the two walked out of the crowd and skipped class without any psychological burden.

As soon as he left, the others immediately became lively.

"I heard that Rong Mian feeds Song Yang for lunch? They haven't made it public, it's too much."

"What's the difference between what they're doing now and making it public?"

"I'm so desperate to make it public!"

"20 math papers and physics papers are not enough for you to give up?"

Gu Fei walked forward with someone's shoulders on his shoulders. Hearing their discussion, he hummed and laughed.

"Their feelings cannot be summed up in one word."

Curious with his beta: "Is it so complicated?"

Gu Fei looked at the two tall figures walking out of the gate.

The group of them grew up together, and they can see clearly than outsiders.

Song Yang has regarded Rongmian as the only safe haven since he was a child, and he can only relax completely by his side. This point will probably not change in his life.

Rong Mian is obviously raising Song Yang as a son.

Gu Fei smiled: "They skipped love and went further ahead, so they always don't notice it, and few people will look back, right?"

"Old Gu, I find that you sometimes speak very deeply."

The beta boy pondered for a moment, "Can you speak human language?"

Gu Fei: "..."

The two went back to the dormitory to change their own clothes. Song Yang thought it was troublesome, so he directly took Rong Mian to his dormitory and threw him a new set of clothes.

In a hurry, the two exchanged directly in the bedroom.

When changing clothes, Rong Mian glanced at Song Yang, just in time to see his beautiful abs.

"Coke, when did you practice your abs?"

"When I went out with Master, he was a training freak, whoever he caught, I was often bullied by him."

Song Yang picked up the clothes and saw him staring at him, "How about it, does it not match my beauty?"

Rong Mian was amused: "I added points to the beauty."

Song Yang hummed, very satisfied with the answer.

Rong Mian said slowly: "However, if you eat too much sweets, you will have a small stomach."

Song Yang: "..."

Together with Song Yang, Rong Mian declined Zhang Lei's suggestion of a special car.

When we arrived at the branch of the rich peasants, a beta man in a neat suit was already waiting at the door.

This person is Zhang Lei, the head of the business department.

The two sides had a face-to-face meeting, and Rong Mian noticed that there was also a dark pattern of rose on the first button of his shirt, which was exactly the same as the person who passed by in the principal's office.

The two followed Zhang Lei to the breeding center.

Zhang Lei: "The chickens supplied to the military academy this time are all high-quality products. All chicken cubs have undergone a full set of tests. I will send the test report to you two for review later."

The breeding center is very clean, there is almost no smell, and the chirping of the chicks sounds quite healing to Rongmian.

When passing the breeding pond, Rong Mian covered a chick with both hands and put it in front of his eyes, then turned his head and smiled at Song Yang, "Look, Coke, its eyes are exactly the same as when you were a child."

Song Yang took a look: "..."

After the piggy, he became a chicken again?

Zhang Lei: "If you like it, I can give it to you, as long as you register Somatostatin, you can keep it as a pet."

Song Yang stared at him just after he finished speaking, he cleared his throat, turned his head quickly, and was about to burst out laughing a second later.

Rong Mian looked around the breeding center, and asked curiously: "Those staff members look so young, are they students who came to practice nearby?"

Taking advantage of his question, Song Yang took the opportunity to grab the chick in his hand and put it back in the breeding pond.

Zhang Lei paused slightly, and explained with a smile: "Well, there are nearly [-] workers in the industrial zone, and some of the poor economic conditions may make their children end their studies early. After the company learned about this situation, it provided some for their children. Relatively simple jobs allow them to work and study part-time.”

Rong Mian nodded, a little curious: "Is the job type divided according to gender? I think all the people here are omega?"

Zhang Lei: "Yes, let's go over there and have a look."

Such an obvious change of subject?

Rong Mian followed him to that side, her fingers tapped on the bracelet of the terminal.

The blue decorative clasp quietly detached from the bracelet and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Song Yang saw it, took two quick steps, and put his hand into Rong Mian's.

Rong Mian didn't turn her head back, she was talking with Zhang Lei while walking with the little piggy.

Noticing that Zhang Lei was looking at them, Rong Mian smiled: "He has been afraid of such small moving things since he was a child."

Zhang Lei was stunned: "Sorry, there is a rest area ten meters away from here—"

"It's ok."

Song Yang said lightly, "I'm not afraid of Mianmian."

Zhang Lei: "..."

After walking around the entire breeding center, they arrived at Zhang Lei's office.

Rong Mian flipped through the test report in his hand.

"Because they are used in competitions, these chicks will be marked with rare elements. Will it affect their lifespan?"

The environment on each planet is different, and the physique of the poultry raised will also vary greatly.

Zhang Lei: "It won't have any impact."

Rong Mian handed the test report to Song Yang.

"Some things I don't understand, can you take a look?"

Song Yang took it and understood what he meant without hinting.

He flipped twice.

Since it was a delay, he randomly drew five indicators and asked Zhang Lei to explain them one by one.

Half an hour later, Zhang Lei spoke so dryly that he drank two glasses of water.

Song Yang unhurriedly drew out five more indicators: "Then what about these?"

Zhang Lei: "..."

On Rong Mian's wrist, the decorative buckle gradually appeared.

01: "The pheromones of some people have been extracted and are being analyzed."

"Kulak is so professional, we should give more trust."

Rong Mian looked at Song Yang, "What do you think?"

Song Yang nodded, understood.

"Well, it's getting late, we still have to train at night."

Zhang Lei breathed a sigh of relief, got up and sent them to the gate.

Rong Mian waved her hand: "You go back, I will contact you when the school's breeding site is confirmed."

Zhang Lei: "Okay, you two go slowly."

When the car drove out of the industrial area, Song Yang held his hands, with unhappiness written all over his face.

"No cake."

Rong Mian looked at the small shop not far away through the car window, and patted his hand: "Find a place to park and take you to eat."

Song Yang: "Really?"

Rong Mian: "You've been working so hard recently, and you slept well, you should be rewarded."

Song Yang immediately turned to the parking lot: "I said it's time to get the reward."

Rong Mian: "..."

Most of the companies in this point industrial area are off work, and there are many people coming and going in the underground parking lot.

Song Yang pulled out his hat and put it on for Rong Mian: "Is the shop far away?"

Rong Mian took the hat in his hand, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he lowered his head, quite cooperative.

Rong Mian was a little funny, and put it on for him: "It's not far, let's go."

The exit of the underground parking lot is near the gate on the east side of the industrial zone, and the milk tea shop is diagonally across the road.

Just as he was about to go out, Rong Mian saw a familiar person walking by from the corner of his eyes. He paused and watched that person walk into the alley behind.

If that person read correctly, it was the middle-aged alpha Li Bo who read the information at noon.

Rong Mian grabbed Song Yang and walked behind the man.

When he reached the corner, the man suddenly stopped and turned his head. Rong Mian paused and wanted to drag Song Yang to hide behind the wall, but felt it was too late, so he simply got into Song Yang's arms.

In the blink of an eye, there was a delicious rabbit in his arms, Song Yang: "..."

Li Bo saw two young lovers who had a tryst behind him, and continued to walk forward.

With his back on his back, Rong Mian didn't know what was going on behind him, so he leaned into Song Yang's ear and asked in a low voice, "Are you leaving?"

Song Yang watched the man walk away: "No, he's still staring at us."

After a while, Rong Mian asked, "What about now?"

Song Yang smelled his hair, and hugged him easily: "Stand there and don't go far, don't let go."

Is it suspicious?

Holding Song Yang in his arms, Rong Mian moved a few steps to the wall, pressed him against the wall, stared into his eyes, searched the contents of the booklet in his mind, and searched for the words that could be used at this time.

But before he could figure it out, he noticed out of the corner of his eye that there was no one in front of him.

After a short sleep, he looked around: "Where is the person?"

Only then did Song Yang regain his senses from Rong Mian's eyes just now.

"I ran into the second alley just now."

Rong Mian made a silent gesture, and moved over there silently.

Song Yang's expression was blank, and he paused for a moment before slowly following.

Sticking to the corner, I really heard a conversation coming from the alley.

"I'm not a regular employee. I don't have any subsidies. My salary is all paid to you."

The voice was obviously that of a young boy, and his tone was very well-behaved.

"That's all?"

A middle-aged man's voice sounded, "Have you been working for three months? Why don't you know how to make progress?"

The boy's voice was much lower, a little lost: "I'm not a professional, there's still a lot to learn—"

"Hey, you're just too naive."

The middle-aged man was stunned, "The manager of your department is surnamed Yang, right? This alpha is good-looking, smart and rich, as long as you find a way to get close to him, you don't have to work so hard."

"He's almost 60 years old!"

The boy's voice was high and trembling, "Give me some more time, and I will definitely make money! I don't want to be with that kind of old man."

Middle-aged man: "When can someone like you make money? Be obedient, as long as you make enough money, we can go home soon. Don't you miss your mother?"

Boy: "I—"

Middle-aged man: "Mom is looking forward to your coming home every day."

In the corner, Rong Mian frowned.

What's the difference between that and letting a boy sell himself? !

Hearing footsteps, Rong Mian took Song Yang a few steps to hide in the alley opposite the path.

The boy who came out was pale and his eyes were red.

Rong Mian recognized that this was the Omega who went to the old residential building that day.

After a few minutes, the middle-aged alpha came out, muttering as he walked, "It's just such a small amount of money, it's not enough to pay off a family's gambling debts, it's useless."

Rong Mian's eyes turned cold, he took out the mask from his pocket, and lowered the brim of the hat.

"You wait for me here, don't run around."

Song Yang frowned: "What do you want to do—"

Just about to reach out to grab it, but one step too late, the person has already gone out.

Li Bo hadn't walked out of the alley when he was suddenly grabbed by the collar from behind, and just as he was about to shout, his mouth was covered.

"Um-"

He struggled hard, but was quickly dragged into the alley just now.

As soon as the strength in his body was loosened, he fell to the ground.

The person behind him was wearing a mask and hat, and his face could not be seen at all. The tall figure blocked the alley like a wall, which was extremely oppressive.

"You, what do you want to do?!" Li Bo was too scared to breathe.

"You owe us so much money to the casino and ask who am I?"

Hearing the low and gloomy voice, Li Bo's face was terrified.

"I, I, I will pay it back! I will pay it back!"

Rong Mian kicked him in the chest, pushed him back to the ground, and slowly squatted down.

"Who was that kid just now? He looks good."

Li Bo's eyes lit up: "That's my son, he's still a virgin! Isn't it worth a lot of money?!"

Rong Mian's eyes were cold.

"Currently customers don't like that kind of food anymore, but yours are particularly popular."

Li Bo's face changed suddenly, and he struggled to shrink back: "I, I'm just a bad old man, um—"

Rong Mian stomped hard, suppressed her voice, and smiled sinisterly: "But they like to play with a stupid and bad middle-aged A like you, and I can't help it."

Li Bo swallowed: "I, I still have [-] in my account, and I'll give it all to you! I'll pay back the wages in a few days! Please let me go..."

Rong Mian swiped from his arms, and 01 turned into a credit card machine.

"Five thousand, not a cent less."

Li Bo was about to burst into tears: "Okay, five thousand, five thousand!"

At the entrance of the alley, watching Rong Mian's skillful blackmail operation, Song Yang moved his fingers: "..."

The blackened little rabbit smells so good.

After swiping the money, Li Bo ran away like shit.

Rong Mian let out a long sigh of relief, and cut to the terminal number of Ziabaca.

[Help me follow him. 】

With Song Yang around, Zibazania would not show up.

Zizania: "Yes!"

Thinking of the threatened omega orange, Rongmian was a little worried.

As a teenager, it's easy to go astray.

Song Yang walked over: "Don't worry, let's go."

On the way to the milk tea shop, Rong Mian felt a little uncomfortable.

Is there really such a father in this world?When faced with a crisis, be the first to betray the child.

The DNA report hasn't come out yet, maybe they are not father and son, this man is just a liar.

Just thinking about it, Rong Mian's head felt heavy.

Song Yang patted his head: "No matter how unhappy you are, the cake will not be sweet."

Rong Mian chuckled: "Okay, I don't want to."

Song Yang held his hand: "Mianmian was very handsome just now."

With a flash in Rong Mian's eyes, she suddenly remembered the one she had practiced at noon.

He intentionally touched Song Yang's shoulders, and asked in a soft voice: "Then do you feel your heart beating?"

Song Yang was puzzled: "If the heart doesn't beat, wouldn't it be dead?"

Rong Mian: "Well, it makes sense."

Why is it useless to the little piggy, because he didn't study hard enough?