Sand sculpture tyrant always called my wife

Bian Yunluo reached out to take it. The cold noodles couldn't cover the oversized lobster at all. The lobster's huge pincers were exposed from the side of the cold noodles, which was completely beyond the level that a food stall should have.

There is no doubt that the money spent today is probably not enough for the big lobster in Zaizhou.

Just like that, Bian Yunluo and Mianmian sat on the ponytail behind the food stall at the gate of the university, and stared at the huge lobster wrapped in cold noodles, because they couldn't eat it without tools...

I don't know if their combination is too weird, or Ying Zhou's dress is too scary.

Since the few guests left by Secretary Li left, no one passed by their stall, and the stalls next to them seemed to have become deserted.

Ying Zaizhou didn't notice anything wrong at all, he looked at the long line of milk tea shops opposite him and fell into thought.

He remembered that when he took his little wife out to play last time, Bian Yunluo acted as if he really liked these fragrance-filled things.

After waiting for a while and confirming that no one was patronizing their booth, Ying Zaizhou took off his rubber gloves resolutely: "Don't move around here, I'll go buy a cup of milk tea and come back."

After speaking, he headed across the road in his eye-catching sterile suit.

Bian Yunluo slowly put down the paper bowl in his hand, but fortunately Ying Zaizhou was not going to buy two oranges.

Bian Yunluo patted Mianmian's head, wiped the little guy's mouth, stood up, and planned to take over Ying Zaizhou's small cart.

Many college students on the commercial street had already noticed Bian Yunluo's booth, but due to Ying Zaizhou's attire, he didn't look like a normal person.

No matter how beautiful Bian Yunluo next to him was, no one would rush forward to test the poison.

Now that the state is gone, the students are getting restless.

"Um, may I have a basic set of grilled cold noodles?" The 1.5-meter-long girl, who looked super small, held her friend's arm, leaned over to the booth with a flushed face, and asked Bian Yunluo cautiously.

Bian Yunluo, who hadn't set up a stall for many years, suddenly remembered when his mother was still there. Hearing the sound, he put away his sadness and nodded in response: "Of course, wait a moment."

Before their mother fell ill, the family barely survived on the money contributed by their mother, but there were not so many tricks at that time. They bought breakfasts such as scallion pancakes, potato pancakes, and soy milk.

Later, my father owed more and more money, so my mother had to study more categories, and basically pushed the cart around all day.

Bian Yunluo and her sister would go to the stall to help their mother when they had time, until the mother was dying of illness, the stall was sold by her sister who had no choice but to raise money.

"Okay." Bian Yunluo put the finished baked cold noodles into a paper box, inserted a bamboo stick and handed it to the little girl.

The girl looked at him with bright eyes, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she dragged her friend and ran away shyly.

Looking at the girl's back, Bian Yunluo was a little lost in thought, always feeling that this scene seemed familiar.

But before he could think about it, the people around him came up.

The front of Bian Yunluo's stall gradually became lively, surrounded by three floors inside and three floors outside.

"I want two fried chicken fillets!" "These are my oden, boss, please count the money."

Bian Yunluo roasted the cold noodles in an orderly manner, and counted the money, looking easy.

"Did the boss belong to our school before? Why does he look familiar?" The boy who took the cold noodles asked with a smile.

There is an alumni salon jointly established by alumni in Jiangda University, which is actually a small coffee shop that sells desserts and snacks.

On the wall of the salon store is a group photo of the graduates of the previous alumni of Jiangda University, and on a separate wall there are representatives of outstanding alumni.

There is Bian Yunluo inside, the boy probably saw him there.

"Yes, I just graduated three years ago." Bian Yunluo didn't mean to hide anything.

The person next to him exclaimed: "Ah, is that Senior Brother Bian Yunluo? My mentor keeps telling me about you, saying how outstanding you were back then, I can almost recite it hahaha."

"I heard from your instructor that you don't go to teach in school?" When they mentioned this, their instructors were full of grief. It's not that the job is not good, but that Bian Yunluo's ability should not stop there.

If the teacher sees Bian Yunluo running to the school gate to sell snacks, he must not cry on the spot.

Bian Yunluo didn't think there was anything shameful about setting up a stall, but he explained a few words: "Well, I'm just helping a friend today."

"By the way, Senior Brother Bian, the [-]th anniversary is about to be celebrated. I heard that outstanding alumni will be invited back to school. Is Senior Brother Bian coming?" The boy took out his mobile phone and showed Bian Yunluo the push of the school's official account.

"Now the school has added a lot of buildings. If you want to come, you can contact me and I will show you the new facilities."

When Ying Zaizhou came back, he and his little wife's food stand was full of people, and there were even a few daring brats holding up their mobile phones, asking Bian Yunluo to scan the QR code.

How long has he been gone before someone covets his little wife?What audacity!

It's too dangerous to set up a stall outside the university, he has to make another plan for Bian Yunluo's career.

Ying Zaizhou was furious, forced his way into the encirclement, and came to Bian Yunluo's side.

The only eye exposed on the entire face scanned the surroundings fiercely, abruptly scaring away the hands of several students who were trying to add Bian Yunluo's contact information.

Ying Zaizhou took off his mask to reveal his face.

He didn't want to reveal his identity, but he didn't expect these people to be so bold.

The students around were frightened by Ying Zaizhou's fierce aura, and no one acted rashly for a while.

Unexpectedly, this crazy guy dressed as if he was about to enter the operating room is also a handsome guy.

"Hmph, why don't you hurry up?" Ying Zaizhou snorted coldly, and sure enough there was no one in this world who didn't know Ying Zaizhou.

These people were not very courageous, and after recognizing who he was, they were so frightened that they forgot to leave.

Bian Yunluo didn't understand why he wanted to drive away the customers since Ying Zaizhou wanted to set up a stall.

Just when Bian Yunluo was about to speak, suddenly a thunderbolt struck, the sky instantly became gloomy, and the rainstorm came unexpectedly.

For a while, the students gathered in front of the booth didn't care about alumni or not, and they didn't rush to add Bian Yunluo's contact information, and all ran to shelter from the rain.

The rain came suddenly, and it fell heavily, but in the breath, there was only a rain curtain on the street, but no one was there.

Fortunately, the small cart that should be prepared in the state has a roof, which can accommodate three people just enough to protect them from the heavy rain.

The rainwater continued to drip down the roof of the cart in a continuous line, and it seemed difficult to stop for a while.

Ying Zaizhou glanced at the dark sky in a bad mood. He didn't expect his mood to have such a big impact on the weather. Although giving up and stopping is just a spell, Ying Zaizhou doesn't want to do it now.

What if the rain stopped and those people ran over again?

Ying Zaizhou took out the milk tea he had just bought, and the cones that had not been put in the trolley in time, and had been washed horribly: "It's a pity that I waited in line for so long."

You must know that as a killer dragon king who has mastered the lifeline of the global economy, he is willing to follow the wind and the rain. The word "queuing" has never appeared in his dictionary in the past two decades.

He wouldn't have gone if it wasn't for Bian Yunluo.

"Isn't the milk tea ready?" Bian Yunluo took the bag from Ying Zaizhou's hand. Although the ice cream had been washed out, the milk tea was still intact.

As before, he and Mian Mian each had a drink.

Bian Yunluo leaned on the small cart, inserted the milk tea and handed it to Mianmian habitually.

Now that it's autumn, the temperature is not too high, and this autumn rain has caused the temperature to drop sharply, and the damp water vapor makes the clothes cold.

I don't know if Ying Zaizhou did it on purpose, but the two cups of milk tea were both warm, and the feeling of ironing spread from the palm of my hand to the bottom of my heart.

Bian Yunluo took a sip, and the slightly bitter and light tea taste of the matcha filled his mouth, with a slightly salty milk cap.

"Good?" Ying Zaizhou asked curiously.

To be honest, it's only a few tens of dollars. I'm afraid that a random bottle of wine in his wine cabinet can directly fill Bian Yun's milk tea bags for half his life.

What good can such cheap items have, should be incomprehensible in the state.

However, the little wife seemed to be in a good mood.

Ying Zaizhou originally didn't look down on these things at all, but now he is inexplicably curious.

Seeing Ying Zaizhou staring at the milk tea in his hand, Bian Yunluo was a little unsure if he wanted to try it.

This milk tea is not plastic-sealed, if Ying Zaizhou doesn't dislike it, it's not difficult to lift the lid and drink it.

"Want to drink?" Bian Yunluo handed the milk tea in his hand to Ying Zaizhou.

Ying Zaizhou showed a look of surprise, this, this, in broad daylight, the sky is bright, the little wife actually invites him to drink milk tea with the straw she used?

This is too bold, Ying Zhou's ears are red.

Taking advantage of the heavy rain and no one around to tempt him like this?Ying Zaizhou's eyes wandered.

Bian Yunluo saw his embarrassment, thinking that Ying Zaizhou was embarrassed to say that he wanted to drink.

So he reached out to lift the lid off the cup.

This action of his frightened Ying Zaizhou so much that he jumped out. The little wife was too proactive, actually wanting to put the straw directly into his mouth?

"No, no, no, I won't drink it!" Ying Zaizhou rejected Bian Yunluo righteously.

Bian Yunluo didn't expect that Ying Zaizhou's reaction would be so big. Seeing that half of his shoulders were exposed outside the canopy of the small cart, he stretched out his hand and pulled him back.

The rain had already wet Ying Zhou's half of his shoulders, and even the broken hair beside his ear was not spared.

"It's fine if you don't drink, what are you running for? It's raining so much outside." Bian Yunluo can understand that the young master Ying Zaizhou is not used to drinking a glass of water with others, but Ying Zaizhou's reaction is too exaggerated.

Fortunately, there was still a pack of tissues in Bian Yunluo's pocket. Bian Yunluo took out the tissue, grabbed Ying Zaizhou with one hand, and wiped the water on his shoulders and hair.

Ying Zaizhou didn't dare to move his whole body, the arm that was in contact with the little wife seemed to be on fire, the heat burned from his forearm all the way to his neck and cheeks.

Now not only the ears, but also the cheeks and neck seemed to be cooked.

Even though he turned his face sideways, Ying Zaizhou's eyes were still glued to Bian Yunluo.

The little wife frowned slightly, and her eyelashes, which were the same color as her hair, trembled slightly, wanting to touch them.

From Ying Zaizhou's perspective, you can still see the small red mole on his temple.

The tip of Bian Yunluo's nose was slightly red, and his porcelain white skin seemed to have a pearly luster.

want to touch...

If he says he wants to drink now, will he look very shameless?

Ying Zaizhou gently stroked the fingers hanging by his side, and suddenly remembered that on the day when he was drunk at the auction, he even touched the soft face of his little wife, it was too cute.

As if being bewitched, Ying Zaizhou raised his hand, and just as he was about to touch Bian Yunluo's cheek, he was instantly brought back to his senses by the lingering smoky voice.

"Father, when are we going home?" Mianmian tugged at the corner of Bian Yunluo's clothes, the milk tea in her hand was almost full.

The rain also seemed to be getting lighter.

"I, I'll call someone to pick it up." Ying Zaizhou hadn't fully adapted yet, he subconsciously agreed to the fact that he was his mother in Mianmian's mind.

The person who picked them up came quickly.

The small cart was put away by the people who came, and the three of them got into the driver's car and prepared to go home.

Bian Yunluo noticed that Ying Zaizhou hadn't gotten into the car for a long time, and looked out strangely.

Ying Zaizhou outside the car held an umbrella with a solemn expression. Bian Yunluo followed his line of sight and saw a little boy wearing a dinosaur raincoat and rain boots, playing on water in front of the grocery store.

Although he didn't know what Ying Zaizhou was thinking of, but after seeing the dinosaur raincoat, Bian Yunluo couldn't help but see two large characters "bad" in his heart.

In order to prevent Ying Zaizhou from doing anything embarrassing in public, Bian Yunluo hurriedly uttered a voice, trying to attract Ying Zaizhou's attention: "Go home, get in the car."

"Hey, don't worry." Ying Zaizhou bent down as expected, and he softly comforted his little wife with a sticky forehead, "Did you see, that is my clan's cub, I have communicated with him using brain waves just now, His parents were in the small shop at the back and had no trouble."

Bian Yunluo watched Ying Zaizhou put away his umbrella and squeeze in speechlessly, brain waves?I didn't expect this function to be available in the state.

If he talked to Ying Zaizhou like this every day, Bian Yunluo would be a little suspicious. After a while, his worldview might also have problems.

Speaking of which, didn't he discover the identity of his teacher when Ying Zaozhou came to school to look for him that day?

Why did he insist on taking him out to set up a stall today, Bian Yunluo felt a little strange.

After going back in the evening, the two of them occupied the big bed as usual without interfering with each other, but it seemed a little strange that they should be in the state today.

Although Ying Zaizhou usually wouldn't sleep straight and honestly, but now Bian Yunluo could feel the people behind him tossing and turning, and he didn't know what they were worrying about.

Bian Yunluo suddenly remembered that Ying Zaizhou had said before that he was going back to the Dragon Palace this weekend, could it be that he was thinking about it?

"Tsk." Ying Zaizhou made an impatient voice, and then Bian Yunluo heard rustling noises. He closed his eyes and guessed what Ying Zaizhou was doing.

At this time, Bian Yunluo's mobile phone next to his pillow vibrated shortly, which was a message from a group he was particularly concerned about.

Bian Yunluo's special concern is only the parents of Class [-], Grade [-], and I don't know which parent is in a hurry at this late hour.

Bian Yunluo temporarily put aside the abnormality that should be in the state and picked up the phone.

[Jiang Zhan's parents]: Parents, do you have any troubles about children's eating?

Looking at Jiang Zhan's parents' endless questions, Bian Yunluo frowned in doubt. Why does this way of speaking sound like someone?

[Parent Li]: Indeed, the pre-competition training will start again next week, and even dinner has to be eaten at school. My son always says at home that he is tired of eating in the cafeteria.

[Wang's Parents]: Damn, isn't it? Last week, my children's lunch was delivered at noon.

……

There were many voices of approval in the group.

Bian Yunluo's high school has dormitories, and most of the children choose to study part-time, which saves time.

But this also means that the children's lunch basically needs to be settled in the school cafeteria. The scale of the school cafeteria is not too large. Not to mention grabbing meals every day, there are not many types, and students will inevitably complain.

After the competition is over, evening self-study will be added in the third year of senior high school. At that time, you basically have to go to the hotel every day to finish school, and dinner is also settled at school. At that time, the complaints will reach their peak.

It was also thanks to the food stalls at the school gate and the occasional meals delivered by the parents that the students were not able to revolt collectively.

It's just that they don't know what Jiang Zhan's parents are going to do, so Bian Yunluo didn't speak for the time being, quietly waiting for the next one.

[Jiang Zhan’s parents]: According to my recent observation, there is a very clean stall outside the school gate, and the food tastes good. Basically, they are small dishes with many kinds. Many students, Teacher He, love to eat them. Will order takeout too.

[Jiang Zhan's parents]: If parents are willing, I can contact the stall owner and order meals for the students in Class [-] every day.

[Fang's Parent]: Is it really clean?Come on, the child's stomach is broken.

[Parent Liu]: Ah, I seem to have heard from my son that the stall owner sometimes takes his son with him, and the child also eats with him, so it should be fine.

[Parent Li]: Then I think it's okay.

Bian Yunluo watched as parents in the group began to sign up one after another, expressing that they would order meals together.

I always feel that the direction of things is a bit strange, but I can't tell where there is a problem.

So Bian Yunluo chatted with "Jiang Zhan's parents" privately, and the person behind Bian Yunluo's default account was Ying Bozhou who had come to the parent meeting before.

[Teacher Bian]: What is this?

Those who received the news should think about it for a while, and instantly remembered the message that this teacher had been sent by him two days ago.

[Jiang Zhan’s parent]: Teacher, you are right. I usually pay too little attention to my children. I didn’t pay attention to his complaints about the poor food at school before. This plan is the best I have come to after my recent investigation. best solution.

[Jiang Zhan’s parents]: I know that what I have done is far from enough. This is just the beginning. Don’t worry, teacher, I will definitely pay more attention to all aspects of Xiaozhan’s life.

It turned out to be the case, Bian Yunluo felt relieved, probably the conversation with Ying Bozhou at the parent meeting played a role.

After putting down the phone, Bian Yunluo continued to pay attention to the state of Ying Zai Zhou behind him, wondering if he had fallen asleep, but Ying Zai Zhou suddenly became quiet, and there was no sound of cloth rubbing behind him.

After Bian Yunluo waited quietly for a while, he vaguely heard the person behind him gently put down his phone, as if he was planning to take a rest.

It doesn't seem to be going back to the so-called Dragon Palace, maybe something happened at work?

Bian Yunluo didn't move, maintaining the posture with his back corresponding to Zai Zhou, waiting quietly for Ying Zai Zhou to fall asleep before he relaxed.

I have to go to the school meeting early tomorrow morning.

Although this is only the first half of the third year of high school, at Bian Yunluo's morning meeting, the school leaders made a special request to the senior high school students.

In order to clarify goals, boost morale, and motivate students, the school has customized banners for each class and asked the class teacher to instruct students to hang them today.

Moreover, the blackboard newspapers at the back of each general are still the "relics" of the previous year, and the school leaders also specifically asked each class to replace all the blackboard newspapers with each student's college entrance examination goals.

"Come on, the squad leader finds two male students and hangs the banner on the blackboard." After morning exercises, Bian Yunluo hurried to Class [-] during the break to inform the specific matters, "Be careful, Don't fall."

The two tallest boys in the class helped hang the banner of "As long as you don't die, learn from the dead" that was randomly assigned to the eighth class above the blackboard.

Bian Yunluo walked to the propaganda committee's desk and bent down: "At the end of September at the latest, we need to replace the blackboard newspaper. Who else was responsible for drawing the blackboard newspaper in our class before?"

It is already mid-September, which means that the propaganda committee will erase the huge blackboard newspaper at the back and draw it again within at least two weeks.

The girl's face turned pale, and she pointed to herself and her deskmate: "Teacher, the classmates who drew the blackboard together before have all been transferred to other classes, and we are the only ones left."

Before the start of the third year of high school, the school fine-tuned the members of each class according to the results of the final exam. The other two students who could draw board newspapers happened to be transferred to other classes.

This workload is too much for two people.

Although the start of school is not too long, but in the sprint stage of the third year of high school, no one is willing to sacrifice their time to be a Bodhisattva.

"Don't worry." Bian Yunluo habitually imagined comforting Mianmian as usual, and patted the propaganda committee member's head, but as soon as he raised his hand, he noticed something was wrong, and turned a corner to put it on the girl's desk.

Bian Yunluo raised his head and raised his voice to ask in the class: "Are there any students in the class who can draw? Recently, I need to redraw the blackboard newspaper. Is there any classmate who is willing to help?"

Students, you look at me, I look at you, and no one responded for a while.

Jiang Zhan, who was behind, secretly asked the class monitor what the blackboard newspaper was.

"Teacher Bian, I, I, I, I can draw!" Jiang Zhan raised his hand happily, it sounded very interesting, he wanted to try.

Bian Yunluo nodded, but apart from Jiang Zhan, no other children were willing to raise their hands. Bian Yunluo glanced at the blackboard newspaper at the back of the classroom.

It was probably left over from the last session during the [-]th National Congress, with a red flag painted on the upper left corner, full of red energy.

If you want to change it completely, the project is really not too small: "Look at some of them that can be kept and used. The rest will be wiped off during the big recess today, and I will officially start painting tomorrow. I will also come to help. Don't worry." Worry."

I don't know if it's because of another person, or because of Bian Yunluo's two words, don't worry, the propaganda committee seems to have taken a reassurance, and his face looks much better.

The phone in Bian Yunluo's pocket vibrated. Seeing that the banner had been hung up and class was about to start, Bian Yunluo gave a few more instructions and left quickly.

He didn't take out his mobile phone until he walked out of the teaching building. It was an unfamiliar number. Bian Yunluo was not too surprised. He had sent his phone number in the parent group, and it was probably a parent who called.

He picked it up casually: "Hi, hello."

There was no answer there.

"Hello, how are you?" Bian Yunluo took away the phone, and the call was indeed still in progress.

Just when Bian Yunluo thought it was a harassing call and was about to hang up, a familiar voice came from the receiver: "Brother..."

Bian Yunluo's movements froze instantly, his mind went blank, he lowered his head slightly, staring at the concrete road under his feet, did he hear wrong?Bian Yunluo called softly in a daze: "Sister?"

"Well, it's me." He heard it right, although the voice was a bit distorted, it was indeed Bian Youyue.

Bian Yunluo's hand holding the phone was slightly white due to too much force, his brows were pressed down and his eyes were red, and he was speechless.

There might be a teacher passing by here, so he turned and walked towards the woods behind the teaching building.

Bian Youyue was probably waiting for him to speak, and both sides of the phone fell silent.

Bian Yunluo blinked to calm down his excitement, and there was a smile in his voice: "Sister, will you come back this year for the Chinese New Year?"

The woman far away in France clutched the apron in front of her slightly nervously. After hearing Bian Yunluo's question, her expression was clearly confused for a moment.

She had been gone for nearly three years without hearing from her. She thought that after this phone call, her younger brother would question why he left suddenly, would complain that she just threw a child at him for no reason, and would even hang up the phone directly...

But Bian Youyue never thought that her younger brother just asked her if she wanted to go home for the New Year this year.

Bian Youyue's eye sockets were filled with tears, and they fell on her chest.

Uncontrollable sobs reached Bian Yunluo's ears.

The person on the opposite side was very anxious, Bian Youyue knew that her younger brother was always taciturn, but at this moment she seemed extremely flustered: "It's fine if you don't want to come back, I don't mean to let you come back, it's okay..."

A few words were repeated over and over, just to make Bian Youyue stop crying.