Quickly wear the sinister villain, let go of my tail

Qin Xin covered her face and waved her hands, asking the staff to only collect those that violated the regulations and search them carefully, and to ignore the others that did not violate the regulations.

When Song Guo saw a black shirt that the staff member took out, his pupils contracted and he could no longer maintain the calmness on his face.

Help! Don't take it out!

What if someone finds out something is wrong?!

Ding Siyuan followed the little fan's gaze and raised his eyebrows. Why did this dress look so familiar? He seemed to have seen it somewhere before.

Song Guo’s eyes flickered and he didn’t dare to look at his lover’s face. ┭┮﹏┭┮, it was over, his pervert nature was about to be exposed.

He shouldn't have been so obsessed as to secretly hide the shirt that his lover had changed out of, thinking that he could feel his lover's scent when his lover was not around.

Song Guo closed his eyes in despair. Now that he was completely exposed, he regretted it to death.

Ding Siyuan suddenly had an idea. He knew why this piece of clothing looked so familiar. Wasn't this the shirt he had changed out of? !

How did it end up in the little fan's suitcase?

What did the little fans do with his clothes?

Ding Siyuan's mind unconsciously emerged some pictures: the little fan secretly put on his shirt, because the size was too large, she looked even smaller, the collar was slightly open, revealing her delicate clavicle and fair skin, and her lower body was a pair of slender white legs, looming...

Ding Siyuan suddenly felt his breathing become shortness of breath and his throat became dry.

Everyone has some special quirks, maybe this is the little quirk of little fans.

At this time, the staff's inspection speed was very fast, but for Song Guo, every second seemed like a long century.

Song Guo was so nervous that his heart beat faster and even a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Shu Fuling, who was standing by, also noticed the black shirt. She subconsciously touched her double chin and muttered to herself: This shirt looks so familiar, I seem to have seen it somewhere...

She tried hard to recall, her brows gradually furrowed.

Ding Siyuan noticed Shu Fuling's gaze and immediately moved sideways to block her view.

It's finally over! Song Guo wiped the sweat from his palms, feeling extremely lucky that A Yuan didn't find out.

Ding Siyuan looked at him with indulgence and said, "You little fool, I've already discovered it."

The staff held a loud speaker and said: "Okay, thank you teachers for your cooperation, please enjoy your next trip!"

Song Guo gently took Jiang Ze's hand, and the two of them got on the vehicle to Shatang Village together.

The other four guests also got on the bus one after another. They smiled at each other and started to communicate. As the car started, the group set off for Shatang Village.

The scenery gradually changed from prosperous cities to depressed villages. High-rise buildings were replaced by earthen walls, and straight and smooth roads became bumpy dirt roads.

The car was running on the dirt road, shaking constantly, making people feel like they were sitting in a rocking chair.

The car body was tossing back and forth, making people's buttocks hurt and their bodies were tilted from side to side.

However, such road conditions did not affect everyone's interest, but made the whole atmosphere more interesting.

Bursts of laughter could be heard from the car from time to time. Everyone shared each other's interesting stories and jokes, and the laughter echoed in the car.

The petite little squirrel was once again turned upside down on his lover, and his forehead hit the back of the chair. Song Guo covered his head in pain, "It hurts!"

"Let me see. It's not swollen. Does it hurt?" Ding Siyuan frowned, and with heartache he parted the hair of his little fan, checked it carefully, and then blew it gently.

"It doesn't hurt much anymore." Song Guo shook his head. A gentle airflow blew past him, and the pain on his forehead slowly subsided.

Zhong Jiayan said disdainfully: "It was just a slight knock. Teacher Ding, there's no need to make a fuss. Your assistant is not a piece of glass that will break if touched lightly."

In order to steal his spotlight, Ding Siyuan teamed up with Song Guo beside him to stage a sad drama. He was so despicable.

Song Guo saw that her lover's face had turned completely cold, and anger burned in her eyes, as if she wanted to burn Zhong Jiayan in front of her to ashes.

He quickly grabbed the corner of Ding Siyuan's clothes and said softly: "Siyuan, don't be angry, I'm fine."

Ding Siyuan took a deep breath and tried to suppress the anger in his heart, but his eyes were still staring at Zhong Jiayan coldly.

Song Guoru placed her white hands on her lover's shoulders, asking him to calm down and not act rashly.

Song Guopi smiled but his face was not smiling: "Teacher Zhong, you are joking. I am not an unconscious vegetable, nor am I Iron Man. I am just a mortal body. Of course it hurts if I hit my head."

Zhong Jiayan crossed his arms and said: "Young people nowadays are so spoiled that they can't bear any hardship."

"Yes! Indeed, how can a newcomer who has just entered the society compare to you, the senior, who have climbed and rolled over for many years and endured hardships and hardship? We are delicate and tender, while the seniors have trained themselves into steel bones and are not afraid of pain."

Song Guo confronted him without any hesitation, saying, "What's wrong with him crying out in pain after getting hit on the head?"

"You!" Zhong Jiayan pointed at Song Guo angrily, shaking with anger.

"Guoguo is young and still naive. Teacher Zhong, please bear with me. I think Teacher Zhong is a very tolerant person and will definitely not argue with a child, right, Teacher Zhong?"

With just a few casual words, Ding Siyuan blocked Zhong Jiayan's way out when he wanted to lose his temper with Song Guo.

Zhong Jiayan's face turned blue and white, white and blue again, like a palette. No matter how aggrieved he felt, Zhong Jiayan could only respond with a stiff face: "Of course."

[I knew that Ding Siyuan and Zhong Jiayan didn't get along well, so just watch the show.]

【(●'?'●), bring my little stool and my melon seeds, and watch the show. 】

[Oh my god, the more I watch the interaction between Ding Shen and his assistant Song Guo, the more I feel that there is something very sweet between them.]

Song Guo and Ding Siyuan smiled at each other, and Song Guo gave his lover a thumbs up, awesome (.＾▽＾)

Shu Fuling watched from the side with an auntie smile on her face. She followed her husband's lead. The couple she supported was finally showing off their sweetness, which made her feel so sweet.

Liu Jianeng poked Shu Fuling's arm and asked her to restrain herself in front of the camera and not smile so obscenely.

Shu Fuling restrained herself, but not completely. Her eyes were fixed on Song Guo and Ding Siyuan, and she would giggle from time to time.

Liu Jianeng held his forehead with his hand helplessly. Forget it, he couldn’t save her, so let it be.

Song Guo also saw Shu Fuling's auntie smile. Having experienced several worlds, he could tell at a glance that Shu Fuling was supporting him and his lover. The little squirrel couldn't help but sigh: Sure enough, fujoshis are everywhere.