Fast Travel: Playing like a baby in the arms of a paranoid boss

Chapter 211 The little rabbit is obedient, the door of the heart is open 9
For a 120-minute test paper, Song Yu finished all the questions in half the time. Qiao Luoluo took the red pen to correct, and occasionally looked up at Song Yu. Song had a pair of beautiful eyes, He made a bad face when she looked over.

It turned out to be a stinky kid.

Qiao Luo fell on the last big question and deducted one point.

Song Yu leaned over and squinted his eyes, "The teacher didn't see clearly, this last big question, my answer and the process of solving the question are both correct."

"The handwriting is too illegible, one point will be deducted." Qiao Luoluo followed his example and narrowed her eyes, smiling especially attractively.

Also very poor.

"..." Song Yu's face was full of depression, and his lowered eyes slowly became a little interesting. This little teacher had completely offended him.

Qiao Luoluo locked her in the living room, and Song Yu slept on the couch in the living room.

Song Yu originally thought that he would suffer from insomnia. He loved the bed so much that everything he used on his body must be stained with his own smell, especially the bedding.

But the strange thing is that in Qiao Luoluo's house, there is an extremely simple sofa without even a pillow. His long legs can't be placed, so he can only curl up in an awkward position. As soon as he lay down, he felt drowsy. The eyelids were swept over, and the consciousness dissipated at some point.

When he woke up, it was already dawn outside, and a pink blanket was covering his body, Song Yu hooked a corner of the blanket, put it between his nose and gently sniffed and kissed it a few times.

Qiao Luoluo had just put on her apron and was about to eat when she saw Song Yu sniffing and kissing her used blanket like a crazy man. The young and fresh boy's face was covered with haze and lust.

Ah... what a pervert.

Qiao Luoluo cleared her throat, "Is classmate Song coming down?"

Hearing the voice, Song Yu turned his head and looked over, only to see Qiao Luoluo leaning on the door frame, wearing a black and white apron, her long hair was coiled into a bun and tied on her head, even without makeup , there is nothing wrong with that pure loli face.

Song Yu habitually wanted to squint his eyes to see more clearly.

"What's down there?" Song Yu wanted to get up, but just as he got up, the iron chains on his wrists rattled.

It's been a whole night, and Qiao Luoluo is still tying him up.

"No." The tone was bad, and Song Yu's displeasure was written all over his body.

"Okay." Qiao Luoluo pursed her lips, turned and went into the kitchen.

Song Yu stared in the direction of the kitchen, and before he could look at it for a while, there was a smell of something burnt from the kitchen.

Qiao Luoluo's face was covered with a few smears of ashes, and she was still holding a spatula in her hand, and the apron that looked brand new was also burned a few holes by the flames.

Song Yu looked at the little teacher who looked like this, "Teacher, didn't you go to order noodles?"

"That's right, it's the next noodles, but somehow, the fire started." Qiao Luoluo blinked her eyes and looked at him innocently.

After the two looked at each other for a long time, Song Yu's stomach made rumbling sounds, and he raised his hands in resignation, "Let me try."

Qiao Luoluo stood in the kitchen, watching Song Yu walking on the stove while holding Baidu on her mobile phone, the aroma was different from the smell of paste.

(End of this chapter)