She is A and Sa at the same table

Chapter 258 Be Good, You Don’t Need to Talk

"Nuomituan, I bought this for you, you don't want to drink what I bought for you, do you?" Jing Xing looked at her, his eyelashes drooping down, and his voice also lowered.

"...No, I want to drink." Lin Qingyou nodded with great difficulty, and said, "I'm just... I'm just happy for a while and don't know what to say."

Jing Xing smiled with his lips curled up, looking very satisfied: "Hey, you don't need to talk, just concentrate on drinking."

Lin Qingyou: "..."

All right, let's drink.

Isn't it... twenty cups?
Lin Qingyou is a belching KFC. Although she didn't finish the twenty cups of milk, she drank it all in the rain and dew. Jing·Domineering Little Emperor·Xing is quite satisfied.

As soon as she opened the door and walked out, a bowl as big as a washbasin was handed to her eyes tremblingly. Lin Qingyou was stunned, and subconsciously took half a step back.

Jing Xing hadn't come out behind her, but the moment she retreated, she crashed into his arms.

Jing Xing closed the door casually, grabbed her shoulders and avoided the side, and the big bowl followed like a shadow.

Lin Qingyou looked at the homeless man with the "deaf-mute" sign hanging around his neck in front of him, then at the big bowl that almost hit his face, hesitated for a moment, and said very honestly: "Sorry, I don't have any money with me , but I can hold the bowl for you for a while."

tramp:"……"

What did he want her to do with the bowl?
Lin Qingyou tilted her head back and looked at Jing Xing.

"I didn't bring any cash." Jing Xing shook his head and said.

Nor is he in the habit of carrying cash with him.

At this time, the homeless man quickly took out a printed payment code from his pocket, and said very skillfully: "We support WeChat Alipay transfer."

"...Aren't you a deaf-mute?" Lin Qingyou pointed to the sign on his chest, doubtful in her eyes.

tramp:"……"

One didn't pay attention and revealed his stuff.

As soon as the homeless man was sent away with her front foot, another big wrench hit her in front of her back foot. If she hadn't reacted quickly, Lin Qingyou thought that this big wrench could poke her eyeballs out.

"Be careful—" Jing Xing frowned slightly, and subconsciously pulled her into his arms.

"I'm fine." Lin Qingyou pressed her back against his chest, staring at the girl holding a big wrench in front of her in confusion.

Looking for revenge?

She has only been in Xiangzhou for less than half a year, why would she make enemies?
The girl's hair was disheveled, and she couldn't see her appearance clearly. In the winter, she wore a very thin short-sleeved pajamas and slippers on her feet, and her two exposed arms were covered with bruises and purple streaks. scars.

Lin Qingyou blinked, and before she could ask, the girl knelt down with a plop, grabbed Jing Xing's clothes with her hands, and shouted in panic, "Please help me!"

Lin Qingyou was slightly taken aback, this... What kind of script is this?
"...Ah?" Jing Xing didn't know which one was being staged, so he let out a bewildered sound.

"Jing Xing, I beg you!" The girl grabbed his clothes even tighter like a drowning person grasping at the last straw.

"?" Jing Xing was even more confused.

fuck me?

Still know his name?
Now that Pengci is so advanced, you have to find out the name in advance and come prepared?

Lin Qingyou was also quite dazed, and within a few seconds, she had already completed an epic love-hate drama of "an old love turns a corner and meets a new love" in her mind.

"Jing Xing, don't you remember me?" The girl raised her head and said hastily, "I'm Zhou Xiaomeng! You once helped me."

Lin Qingyou noticed that the girl's fair little face was covered with bruises, and there were even bruises on her eye sockets, which looked shocking.

As soon as the three words Zhou Xiaomeng came out, the expression on Jing Xing's face went blank for a moment, the little glutinous rice dumpling who was closest to him was the first to feel his emotional change, she was stunned, and looked up at him subconsciously.

Jing Xing's long eyelashes drooped heavily, his thin lips were pursed into a sharp straight line, and the arc drawn from the end of his long and narrow eyes was almost cold.

Lin Qingyou was in his arms, and she could clearly and distinctly feel the negative emotions he was trying to suppress. Such a scene... reminded her of the first monthly exam, when he met the little dreadlocks .

That sharp and gloomy breath almost swallowed him whole.

"Jing Xing?" She moved her head a little uneasy, and called his name in a low voice.

Because of this soft sound, Jing Xing broke free from his emotions, and lowered his head to meet a pair of worried eyes.

His eyes paused, he didn't speak, and raised his hand to rub her head soothingly.

Lin Qingyou tilted her head and looked at him for two seconds, then suddenly pulled down his arm, and squeezed his hand carefully.

"Don't be afraid, as I said, I can only bully me at the same table." She looked up at him and said seriously.

Lin Qingyou didn't know what happened, but she could subconsciously guess that it might have something to do with Dreadlocks and the others, and Jing Xing seemed to be very concerned about it.

"I'm going to be angry when someone bullies my tablemate." She clasped his fingers tightly and said again.

Jing Xing was startled for a moment, then his cold brows and eyes softened, and he smiled.

Obviously Xiao Nuomi Duanzi hadn't sorted out her emotions yet, but regardless of her dusty appearance, she stood in front of him again as a protector.

Zhou Xiaomeng sat on her knees on the ground, looking up at the familiar and unfamiliar young man in front of her in a daze. She suddenly had a very strange intuition that Jing Xing seemed to be different from before. .

The indifference from his bones faded a bit, and the edges and corners of his body also converged.

Zhou Xiaomeng remembered that the first time he met Jing Xing was last summer, at the gate of the vocational high school.

The black-haired and black-eyed boy stood under the Fatong tree, with a straight back and a cold expression. No matter how beautiful that face was, none of the girls around him dared to strike up a conversation under his almost indifferent eyes. .

Love is precious, but obviously the value of life is higher.

At that time, she was in a mess.

Only the completely unfamiliar boy stretched out his hand towards her, and cut off the fists and feet that landed on her body.

He called the police and took her to the hospital along the way.

(End of this chapter)