Quick Travel: He is obviously cannon fodder but becomes a heartthrob

That night, the two of them almost clashed with each other and lost control.

Zhao Haicheng was young and vigorous, not to mention that he was holding his favorite girl in his arms. He was on the verge of life and death. He was suddenly stimulated so much that he couldn't help but move while kissing her hands.

Song Song simply felt sorry for him, with a hint of indulgence, and hummed, but didn't really resist.

It wasn't until the man's hand touched her waist and abdomen that there was still a faint tendency to slide down that Song Song suddenly woke up.

She defended her waistband with all her might, shook her head constantly, and even though her mouth was in her mouth, she could still yell vaguely: "No, no..."

Zhao Haicheng was sweating all over his body. The bath he had just taken was in vain. He didn't know whether it was because he was tired or anxious.

As soon as his hand touched the little girl's skin, it was like fire, and the temperature was so high that it could burn someone.

He humbly begged Song Song to only let him take a look, but the little girl shook her head desperately and refused to die, resolutely guarding the bottom line.

Even if he lost his mind after being kissed, he would not let go.

The man became anxious, suddenly let go of his hand, and ran outside the house to pour cold water on himself.

Seeing his hopeless look, Song Song couldn't help but laugh while sitting on the table.

But after laughing, she felt a little depressed again.

Zhao Haicheng was like a dog, kissing and licking, causing her neck to turn red and her lips to look swollen.

Song Song blushed, and in the end she could only cover her mouth and pretend to be fine and sneak back home.

Zhao Haicheng sent her to the door of his house. Before leaving, he wanted to steal some incense, but Song Songyi categorically refused.

Men like this are better than her at rubbing their noses and faces, and they will shine brightly if given a little sunshine.

Song Song said that he would resolutely stick to the bottom line and never give Zhao Haicheng a good look.

*

The next day, the news of Zhao Haicheng's return immediately spread throughout the village.

No debts were owed, no other women were brought back, and he easily slapped everyone in the face in an instant.

What followed was even more shocking news: Zhao Haicheng and the Song family were moving away!

"Move?! Where?" Yu Pingfang opened her mouth in surprise, and she and Song Shengwen looked at each other, looking at each other.I really didn't expect that this son-in-law would take their whole family away as soon as he came back.

"Go to the north." Zhao Haicheng explained, "I found a job outside this time. The boss is kind and he even arranged a place for me to live."

"We can all go live in the city as a family."

Zhao Haicheng had always thought that sooner or later he would move his family into the city.

After just one trip back, Song Song suffered a lot of grievances for no reason just because he had been out for a while, and there were so many rumors. He must have shed a lot of tears secretly because of worry.

It's not that the people in the village are uneasy and well-intentioned, it's just that people always have bad natures, so it's hard to see people who are usually close to them suddenly having a better life than themselves. There are so many gossips that they can overwhelm people like a mountain.

So he made up his mind to move away quickly.

The old man not only arranged a place for him to live, but also gave him a car and followed him into the village.

He didn't know why the old man was so kind to him. Even if he wanted to cultivate a loyal subordinate, he didn't have to go to this extent.

But Song Song knew it.

They were discussing going to the Imperial Capital there. She leaned in a corner and secretly chatted with the system about Zhao Haicheng and world consciousness.

"Ah? It turns out that world consciousness doesn't mean you can do whatever you want, right?"

"Yeah, yeah, wow, it can only promote the plot and cannot directly arrange it. More importantly, its own son will not listen to him! In fact, it has paved the way for Zhao Haicheng a long time ago. No matter how he goes, he will definitely end up He will become the richest man."

"So this time we have done something with it, and it will probably make the world's consciousness very angry." The system laughed with some schadenfreude.

Song Song nodded confusedly: "Then will it be angry with us and drive us away?"

"Kick him away? You have to ask his own son first if he is willing!" The system complained while cracking melon seeds, "Look at Zhao Haicheng. If you were gone, wouldn't he be able to just jump into the river and drown himself?"

"He can swim and he can't drown."

"Let me use an analogy!"

*

The sixth day of September.It's really a wonderful day, the temperature is neither high nor low, and the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus floats in the air.

Song Shengwen and Yu Pingfang got up early in the morning and hurried about. People invited from the village filled the small courtyard of the Song family, and there was a constant stream of laughter and shouts.

Song Song sat in the room, yawning from sleepiness.

She was pulled out of bed by Yu Pingfang before dawn, and the aunt who was responsible for putting makeup on her moved very quickly, rubbing her like a rag doll.

Originally, I had to twist my face before applying makeup, but my aunt looked at the little girl's fair and flawless face again and again, and then met her pitiful eyes, and felt that it was not necessary at all!Finally put down the tools at hand.

Song Song also escaped and breathed a sigh of relief.

The clothes have been changed and the makeup has been put on.The aunt brought her a mirror in front of her. Song Song looked at it and almost laughed.

These thick eyebrows and those big red lips, are they still her?

She lowered her head and pulled the big red flower on her chest again, wanting to laugh even more.

The aunt kept praising her: "Little girl, I haven't seen such a beautiful girl like you in so many years! She looks even more beautiful with makeup!"

While talking, the door was pushed open, and a tall girl holding a bouquet of flowers walked into the room. When she saw Song Song for the first time, her eyes widened slightly in surprise.

"Does it look good?" Song Song's hairstyle had not been fixed yet, so she did not dare to move. She could only turn around and look at Li Yuan expectantly.

Li Yuan nodded, looked her up and down carefully, and said honestly: "It looks good, very different from your usual."

"She doesn't look like a little girl anymore." She sighed with regret, and suddenly wanted to blame Zhao Haicheng for abducting the little girl so quickly.

She put the tied flowers on the table in the room and said while playing with them: "When are you leaving?"

"I can't remember clearly. It seems that they said they would leave after having a banquet in the past few days, right?"

"Zhao Haicheng said you can keep your things at home and buy new ones when you get there." The little girl tried to remember and answered seriously.

She seldom worries about these things. In the past, Song's father and Song's mother arranged it, but now Zhao Haicheng will arrange it.

Li Yuan said "Oh", then shook her hair and said confidently: "Then wait until I am admitted to Tokyo University and come to play with you."

"Okay!" Of course Song Song agreed with both hands and feet, "I will send you a letter later."

Li Yuan stepped forward to touch her head, but found that her hair was already done, so she could only retract her hand with regret.

"They seem to be calling for help outside. I'm going out first."

Song Song responded obediently and waved to her.