What is it like to have a sand sculpture blood wife?

Chapter 93 93. No noise is allowed in the library
After Ying Sitong finished watching, the corners of her mouth first went up, then down, and gradually became flat.

She turned her face to the side, and began to accumulate anger points for herself, so as not to be accidentally captured by the enemy's sugar-coated shells.

Just two small notes, just want to calm my mood?
Let me tell you, it's impossible.

Xia Yuan, let me tell you, if you can’t remember my mother’s birthday today, you can’t pass this hurdle no matter what.

Before 12 o'clock in the evening, if you don't say happy birthday, my mother will divorce you!
……

But Xia Yuan looked like a normal person, reading his book with peace of mind.

The name of this book is "Actor's Self-Cultivation", which was recommended to him by Duan Qian.

As an actor, it is impossible not to know this book. In-depth study of "Actor's Self-cultivation" is an actor's self-cultivation.

Ying Sitong looked at her book beside her, and raised her head to take a look from time to time.

Time passed by every minute and every second, but this guy seemed to be really reading a book, and he didn't mention anything about his birthday at all.

The beautiful young woman of the blood race felt extremely uncomfortable.

You can't spend the whole day here, can you?
You know it's her 21st birthday.

How many 21-year-olds can there be in life?
After one year, I will be one year older. Thinking about it, I am also a Ben 3 person, so I can't help but feel a little depressed and melancholy.

But Xia Yuan, a bastard, left behind the important 21 years of her life and came here to read books!
Thinking of this, Ying Sitong became furious.

Especially seeing the couple sitting in front of them on the left in the library, Ying Sitong became even more angry:
Obviously a couple of college students, the two were wearing light green sweaters, because the library was air-conditioned, so they put their coats aside.

In such a huge (ruò dà) space, these two people insisted on sitting on top of each other like no one else.

The boy surrounded the girl, talking softly.

This is a normal reaction of couples in love. Let alone sitting together, they wish that the two of them could be ice cream, which could be blended together by stirring.

Look at others, and look at the guy next to him who is dedicated to reading...

There is a saying that goes well, there is no harm without comparison.

"what happened?"

Xia Yuan's sudden voice startled Ying Sitong.

She quickly looked away and continued to watch her "The Gentle Schoolgirl Falls in Love with the Domineering Queen"

Xia Yuan looked at the younger brother and younger sister on the opposite side, and then looked back at Ying Sitong.

"Otherwise we are like them?"

"Hmm... what?" Ying Sitong looked up like a frightened little rabbit, took a quick look, and then buried his head back.

She lowered her head and said weakly, "In the library, it's not a good influence."

Ying Sitong was already flushed with shame.

At this moment, Xia Yuan grabbed her hand and pulled it away.

Before she could turn around, her knee suddenly became heavy.

A huge figure stood in front of him, and because of the lack of space, the table creaked.

Mom! ! !
Is it the other way around?

Xia Yuan's back pressed against her face, making her breathless.

"Hmm... did you make a mistake?" Ying Sitong lowered her voice and growled, "Shouldn't I be on top?"

Xia Yuan suppressed a smile and coughed.

"This is the normal situation, but in our family, women are strong and men are weak, and the weak should be taken care of." He turned back and said softly, "Isn't it easy for you to lift me up?"

"I……"

Ying Sitong frowned fiercely, her emotions were on the verge of breaking out.

"What's wrong with you?!"

"Shh, no noise is allowed in the library."

……

Xia Yuan felt that the joke couldn't be overdone, and it wasn't a joke when the beautiful young woman of the blood race demolished the house later.

So he sat down on the chair again and continued to read his book as if nothing had happened.

After a lot of tossing, Ying Sitong couldn't read her own book anymore.

She wants to go home early now, and then give this guy a meal to relieve her hatred.

Moreover, Xia Yuan, this dead trash, has never mentioned anything about his birthday until now.

What an asshole!
Ying Sitong clasped her hands, puffed up, thinking about a question in her mind:
Do you want to give him a proper hint?

There are so many books here, and there are many books about birthdays, or birthday cake making...

no no no no no...

The beautiful young woman of blood race shook her head.

Ying Sitong, oh Ying Sitong, be sober, the happiness you want is not the happiness you want, and the birthday blessing you get reminded is not as sweet as you imagined.

Being a vampire still requires a bit of backbone and a bottom line.

After a while, Xia Yuan pushed a note in front of her.

The beautiful young woman of the blood race was still angry and didn't want to watch at all.

"Don't look at it?"

Xia Yuan pouted regretfully, "Then I'll tear it up."

"Humph."

Ying Sitong glanced at it.

The note was unfolded and read:

"I am a firm materialist, only you, I hope to have an afterlife. - Zhou"

"Well……"

For some reason, Ying Sitong was a little moved.

Well, excuse me for a few seconds.

She folded the little note and carefully put it in her pocket.

Xia Yuan smiled slightly and continued to read his book.

After a while, another note was pushed in front of Ying Sitong.

It says:

"I used to believe in nothing, fearless and fearless. Then you appeared, I believed in the devil, and I also believed in God."

"Hmm..." Ying Sitong was not sure whether it was a good word or something else.

"I found love stories on the Internet, and I heard that girls like it." Xia Yuan smiled.

you sure?
Ying Sitong was very puzzled.

Now think about it again, the words that romantic Zhou wrote to Deng, although others may think it is quite romantic, but when applied to her, why does it have a strange smell?

At this time, Xia Yuan pushed a small note in front of her again:

"I don't care about human beings tonight, I only think about you. - Haizi"

Ying Sitong stood up abruptly, "Xia Yuan, are you on purpose?"

Xia Yuan quickly raised a finger to his lips, "Shh, making noise is prohibited in the library. Are you so angry when you talk about love?"

Is it because the love words are not sweet enough?
"Call your head..."

Ying Sitong's teeth itch so hard, is this a love story?This is clearly scolding her for not being human.

"Don't get excited, you will feel better after watching this one last time."

She suppressed the anger in her heart, and unfolded Xia Yuan's note, with a series of numbers written on it:
"13, 14, 3, 15, 16, 8"

"What the hell?" Ying Sitong looked at Xia Yuan suspiciously.

"Don't you know if you go and look for it?"

……

There are 13 book partitions, 14 bookshelves, and 3 books in the third row.

Ying Sitong got it and found that it was written by Wang Xiaobo:
"loving You like loving life"

She walked back with the book in her arms, feeling a little more comfortable.

"Is that what you were going to say?"

With a smile on the corner of Ying Sitong's mouth, he raised the book in his hand.

"Well, part of it."

Xia Yuan nodded, "Aren't there two numbers behind?"

Ying Sitong sat down at the desk and silently opened the book.

Text Section 16

Eighth paragraph:
"Please don't eat me don't eat me,
I will sing you a nice song. "

"Xia Yuan! Did you do it on purpose?" Ying Sitong turned her head angrily, with a fierce look in her eyes.

Xia Yuan put a finger to her lips, "Hush, listen."

"Listen to your big head..."

At this moment, Xia Yuan's mobile phone rang with a kind voice.

The host of FM xxxx radio broadcasted in a gentle tone, "Among our audience today, a classmate Ying Sitong celebrated her 21st birthday. Here I was entrusted by a boy named Xia Yuan to serve She sends birthday wishes and plays a song.

The name of the song is——

"Happy birthday to you""

……

In order not to disturb other people, Xia Yuan played the sound very low, but it was clearly audible to the ears of the beautiful young woman of the blood race.

Xia Yuan stared into Ying Sitong's eyes, and sang softly:

"Happy birthday to you.

Happy birthday to you.

Happy birthday to you.

Happy birthday to you. "

After the song was played, Ying Sitong lowered her head and smiled slightly, her throat choked up.

With a snap, a crystal clear tear hit the desk.

"I, I thought... I thought..."

Ying Sitong bit her lower lip, not daring to look into Xia Yuan's eyes.

"Why do you think I forgot your birthday?"

Xia Yuan sighed, looked at her with doting eyes, stretched out his hand to wipe (kāi) the tears on her face.

He bowed his head and took a sip, frowning silently.

"Hmm... so the tears of the blood race are also salty."

"Stupid. Could it be sweet?" Ying Sitong was angry and funny, crying with tears in her eyes, "You know what? I originally thought that if I don't receive your birthday wishes today, I will divorce you! "

"Really?" Xia Yuan raised his head and looked at her with surprised eyes.

Ying Sitong raised her head and snorted arrogantly, "Fortunately, you corrected it in time, and you deserve praise."

"Why didn't you say it earlier? If I had known this earlier, I wouldn't have made any preparations." Xia Yuan slapped his thigh, "Wouldn't it be better to just get a divorce? It's what I wish for."

"Xia Yuan!"

"Hush! No noise is allowed in the library!"

"damn you……"

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