The whole city is looking forward to Jun Shao's divorce

"Ah, it hurts..."

Su Qing pouted and pushed Mo Yihang's hand.

What happened to him today.

How could you put such a heavy hand on yourself?
"Look, it's all red." Su Qing rubbed her flesh with a look of grievance.

Mo Yihang looked at the white snow, it was indeed red.

Then, he put his hand under her armpit, and with his arms, lifted her to the desk.

He bowed his head and kissed her on the leg.

"It's almost autumn, and you still wear so little, you deserve the pain."

Su Qing thought that this person was punishing herself for wearing too little.

"If you get old cold legs when you are young, you will suffer when you are old." He scolded lightly, not like him.

Su Qing isn't angry with him either, just think it's him who cares about herself.

Then, someone knocked on the door.

Su Qing was startled, and quickly hid under the desk.

Mo Yihang went to open the door.

The person at the door explained: "Professor Mo, send it quickly."

The sound fell, and we closed it.

The sound of footsteps outside gradually faded away.

"It's okay, come out."

With Mo Yihang's approval, Su Qing got out from under the table and saw the bag in Mo Yihang's hand.

It was a brown paper bag.

Mo Yihang handed the brown paper bag to Su Qing: "Put it on her."

Su Qing took it over, opened it and took a look: "Stockings?"

Mo Yihang nodded: "Well, let's see if there is anything you like."

Taking advantage of the short time in class, he placed an order privately.

Ordered express delivery at a nearby supermarket.

I bought all the socks I could buy in the supermarket.

Of course, there are mainly socks that go over the knee and over the thigh.

Available in a variety of colors.

Black ones, nude ones, yellow ones, red ones... and colorful ones.

Su Qing looked at this colorful thing, her eyes were dizzy.

She doesn't like this kind of stuff.

"You are so ugly."

This is what Mo Yihang wanted.

It's not ugly, he still doesn't let her wear it.

"Hurry up and put it on, I have class later."

He said impatiently, Su Qing muttered.

Just wear it.

So I just picked a black one.

They were pure black socks, and the texture to the touch was relatively ordinary. After all, they were just supermarket goods, and they couldn't compare to the special counters in the mall.

But this kind of pure black socks with a poor texture, after being put on by Su Qing... actually has a special flavor.

Because the texture is relatively poor, pure black is also conveyed a sense of transparency.

Su Qing frowned, not liking this tone.

But when he raised his eyes, he saw the sparkle in Mo Yihang's eyes.

Forehead?
"Professor Mo, what are you doing..."

Su Qing asked, seeing Mo Yihang staring at her legs, wishing to see two holes.

"Change it."

He said seriously, looking displeased.

Su Qing pursed her lips and took a deep breath.

For the first time, I felt that Professor Mo was such a fluff.

"Then I don't wear it, it's really bad... I don't like it either."

"No."

He was harsh.

Su Qing was a little annoyed, why did he care about what he was wearing.

The taste is so bad.

She really doesn't like any other colorful socks.

She patiently picked and picked in the kraft paper bag.

Finally, I saw a white lace sock, which I could barely see.

Just when she was about to change, Mo Yihang stopped her.

He said, "Wait."

Su Qing was stunned, then turned her head: "What's wrong?"

"I'll help you."

Su Qing's face froze: "It's not appropriate."

Before she could refuse, the man came over and lifted her onto the desk again.

Then he held her down with his big hand.

He leaned over and kissed her ear.

It makes people feel numb.

The hot air on the tip of the nose is very itchy.

"Honey, I want to tear it up."

With one word, Su Qing's whole body hardened.

……

Mo Yihang skipped class for the first time in his life.

It was because of Su Qing's socks.

Su Qing watched as Mo Yihang called the director who arranged the course and said that he was not feeling well, so he asked someone to substitute for the next class.

Such a well-educated, educated and responsible professor was so obsessed with socks that he couldn't be spontaneous.

There were bursts of "tearing".

The hearts of those who listened were numb.

Su Qing was frightened by Mo Yihang's attack, but she was also addicted to his domineering offensive.

He bought about twenty pairs.

That is, twenty pairs were torn.

Among them, his favorite is probably the pink one.

After coming down several times, I was reluctant to make a move.

This kind of behavior of ordering Su Qing to put it on, and then being ruthlessly torn apart.

Good BT!

But Su Qing somehow likes it.

I feel that BT is actually me.

huh huh...

Things continued until after school.

In the end, he still didn't break through the last step.

Su Qing had to doubt one thing: he always teases me like this, but he didn't do the last thing, is there... a problem.

But she didn't say that.

Afraid that speaking out would hurt someone.

But the heart is to store this matter.

After all, there are traces of this matter.

All these years, he didn't have a girlfriend.

The only gossip girlfriend who has never really been together.

How can a man in his 30s be trusted without any needs.

Su Qing is already [-]% sure that there is something wrong with Mo Yihang.

And she told herself that she must prepare for this in the future.

If he really can't do it, he can't abandon Mo Yihang because of it.

At worst, just be a platonic lover.

She loves him enough.

What's more, there are many such molds, and she can always get them resolved.

As for how Mo Yihang can solve it by herself, she thinks that with the advancement of technology and the development of the world, there may be some solution in the future.

If you don't have it all the time, you can just tear up the socks.

Anyway, she will cooperate.

On the way home, Su Qing also bought a lot of socks online.

Long and short, white and black and colorful.

Sheer thin, satin rope.

Anyway, piles.

Take some with you when you have time, to make Mo Yihang happy anytime.

Su Qing felt that she was really great.

Mo Yihang had to know, he would probably be moved to tears.

But when Su Qing came home, her smiling face froze.

When Mrs. Su came, she sat in the seat.

Around, followed by the second uncle and the third uncle.

And his parents were kneeling on the ground with their heads bowed.

"You're finally back." Mrs. Su looked at Su Qing and said coldly.

Su Qing took a light breath: "Grandma."

This sound is quite polite and respectful.

But Su Qing's complexion was not good.

The old lady Su still maintained her majesty: "Enough of the trouble, just go back with me. After indulgence these days, it's time to restrain yourself."

Mrs. Su is asking Su Qing to go back to Su's house.

But Su Qing was too cold and harsh.

Su Qing pursed her lips: "Grandma, you seem to have forgotten what I said back then when I broke up with the Su family."

The old lady Su's complexion turned dark, and she tapped the ground with her cane forcefully: "Su Qing, I'm giving you a chance. Don't toast or eat fine wine. As long as your surname is Su, you will be a member of the Su family for the rest of your life."