Rebirth, I really don't want to be a scumbag

"Hey, those who fall in love fall in love, those who recognize relatives recognize relatives, I am the only poor one that no one wants." Qiao Linlin said with a sigh.

Han Qingqing stared at the computer and said casually, "You don't have a boyfriend."

"What kind of boyfriend, I don't have a boyfriend." Qiao Linlin refused to admit it again, and then said with a smile: "I really want to have a boyfriend, but the question is which man in the world is worthy of me?"

Han Qingqing said, "Zhou Yuwen?"

"Ah?" Qiao Linlin was taken aback for a moment, then burst out laughing, and ran over to put her arms around Han Qingqing's shoulders: "Yes, Qingqing, do you also think that only Zhou Yuwen is worthy of me, huh? What are you looking at? I remember you read it before, what is it talking about here?"

"It's about a guy who fucks and gets mutilated by a woman."

"Forehead..."

It was already late at night, dark clouds suddenly covered the moon, the weather turned from sunny to cloudy, and in the middle of the night, it started to rain lightly.

Su Qianqian looked at the rain outside the window in her pajamas, and asked worriedly: "Mom, it's raining outside, will Zhou Yuwen get wet?"

Wen Qing walked behind Su Qianqian in a silk pajamas, put a piece of clothes on Su Qianqian, and said: "No, he should have gone home, don't worry about him, Qianqian, talk to me .”

It is rare for Wen Qing to reconcile with her daughter, so she naturally hopes to chat with her more, but Su Qianqian has no intention of chatting, feeling a little depressed, frowning and muttering: "I thought Zhou Yuwen would come to live here, So he didn't come."

Wen Qing was a little speechless after hearing this, and said with a slightly red face: "What are you thinking, I am a woman, how could I live in his house alone."

After hearing this, Su Qianqian was noncommittal, she thought to herself, Mom, you are almost forty, what kind of woman are you?Zhou Yuwen is your junior, could it be that he wants to eat you?

Su Qianqian just thought about it, because she was afraid of hurting her mother's self-esteem, she didn't say anything.

Wen Qing kept holding Su Qianqian's little hand to ask Su Qianqian to talk to her. Although Su Qianqian was reluctant, she obediently obeyed.

The two mother and daughter went to bed together, and Wen Qing asked Su Qianqian how he was doing recently.

But Su Qianqian asked: "Mom, are you telling me to chase Zhou Yuwen for me, is it true or not? How do you chase him?"

"..." Su Qianqian's few words made Wen Qing completely at a loss for what to say, and couldn't help but ask, "Is there nothing else to talk about between you and your mother except Zhou Yuwen? "

"I..." Su Qianqian was speechless.

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Chapter 460 Listen to the Cold Rain

What happened last night Zhou Yuwen admitted that he was a little impulsive, but Zhou Yuwen did not regret it. Sure enough, men are all virtuous. Zhou Yuwen thought that he had Qiao Linlin, Zhang Nannan, and Liu Yueru. Being with Jiang Ting at night, Zhou Yuwen found that these were not enough.

The skin-to-skin relationship with Jiang Ting is soul and flesh, which makes people have endless aftertaste. Jiang Ting looks reserved, but she is extremely bold. At the beginning of last night, Zhou Yuwen was a little hesitant, but Jiang Ting recognized the matter But without hesitation, he even sat directly on Zhou Yuwen and took the initiative to attack.

What happened was like this, Zhou Yuwen carried Jiang Ting into the teacher's arms, and then they backed away while kissing, until Zhou Yuwen forced Jiang Ting to go back, Jiang Ting sat on the sofa, and Zhou Yuwen was still kissing Jiang Ting Ting.

Then Zhou Yuwen was no longer satisfied with the touch of that little mole, but started to untie Jiang Ting's belt.

Well, even the battle-tested Zhou Yuwen suddenly seemed a little embarrassed at this moment, and he couldn't untie his belt.

Jiang Ting saw her embarrassment. Her long hair was thick and black, and she looked especially beautiful under the moonlight. She loosened her long hair with her hands to signal Zhou Yuwen not to be so anxious, and gently unbuttoned her belt.

"Uh," Jiang Ting's series of manipulations made Zhou Yuwen a little confused. Jiang Ting didn't give Zhou Yuwen a chance to react, and kissed Zhou Yuwen directly.

The two kissed again.

"Don't, don't, it's too fast." Zhou Yuwen was a little scared.

"Don't talk, kiss me." Jiang Ting said, continuing to kiss Zhou Yuwen.

Under the moonlight, the small mole in the collar was particularly conspicuous.

Zhou Yuwen noticed this small mole from the corner of his eye. The white and big mole made Zhou Yuwen confused for a while, and he no longer pretended to be innocent. Like a hungry tiger pouncing on his food, he threw Jiang Ting under him, violently tear Jiang Ting's clothes.

There was a murmur in the classroom. The moon was covered by dark clouds. In the darkness, Jiang Ting's body was still shining white, and her big black eyes were shining brightly.

"a little cold."

"I'm holding you."

Zhou Yuwen looked at Jiang Ting.

Jiang Ting also looked at Zhou Yuwen.

After the two made out, Zhou Yuwen clearly felt that Jiang Ting was ready. Well, Zhou Yuwen found that Jiang Ting seemed to be more sensitive than the girls like Qiao Linlin.

"Can you?"

"Do not ask."

...

drizzling,

It started to rain lightly outside the window, which is rare in December. The light rain continued continuously, moistening things like spring rain and silently.

The drizzle was steep at first, then pattering, and then dripping, just like what Yu Guangzhong wrote in "Listen to the Cold Rain".

On this rainy night, the old teaching building was pitch black, and the murmurs of boys and girls could be heard in the room, and the voices were continuously submerged in this rainy season.

Listen, that cold rain.

Look at the cold rain,

Sniff, that little mole,

Smell that little mole,

Lick that mole.

The rain is airy and psychedelic, sniffing carefully, it is refreshing and fresh, with a little mint fragrance. When it is thick, it emits the unique smell of grass and woods after bathing. Maybe it is all the smell of earthworms and snails. , after all, it was the Waking of Insects.

Maybe the life on the ground and underground, maybe the layers of memories of ancient China are all stupid and wriggling, maybe it's the subconsciousness and dreams of plants, that fishy smell.

The rain hits the trees and tiles, and the rhythm is crisp and audible.

Especially the knocking on the roof tiles, the ancient music is the most primitive rhythm.

The big bamboo is broken like oak, the sound of rain is like waterfall, and the sound of dense snow is better than broken jade. Regardless of drums, zithers, poems, chess, and pot throwing, the resonance effect is particularly good.

It rained that night, and the sound of the rain was continuous. It seemed to be spring rain, but in fact it was the last autumn rain. Winter seemed to come later this year. After the autumn rain, the temperature dropped by eight degrees.

The rainy season is always cold, I didn't feel it at first, but after the rain, it became colder. Jiang Ting's snow-white body was curled up on the sofa, and Ruyu's feet were natural.

"I am cold."

"I'm holding you."