Abused Alpha Quits

Distressed, but arriving late.

She finally knew that she had been burned.

Song Miyan remembered her desperate protection of Yu Manning in her mind, and she was suddenly unwilling. That unwilling mood was like boiling water in a kettle, hitting the lid of the kettle, making buzzing hums.

Ye Ci, you know, you protected her at the time, and I wanted to protect you too.

Is it just because I failed to protect it that I can't let you know the truth?

This burning unwillingness prompted her to speak. Although this kind of opening was very scheming and the behavior of "calling for credit afterwards" was very shameless, she still said:

"At that time, I saw that Wanwan was unsteady, and the hot water in her hand fell towards you. I rushed over anxiously, trying to block you..."

Ye Cizheng was holding her injured hand while looking through the ointment in her schoolbag. She passed by the pharmacy today and went in to buy one. It was expensive, but the effect was excellent.

The slightly cool tube ointment was held in his hand, and he was taken aback when he heard the words: "Are you blocking it for me?"

Song Miyan glanced at her: "Yeah."

After finishing speaking, even though she was very embarrassed, she was also spitting on herself, but she still resisted the surging emotions and carefully observed her expression.

Is it moved, plain, or dismissive?

At that moment, to be honest, Ye Ci's head was blank, and there seemed to be something growing in his heart. He wanted to say that she was a silly girl, how could she use her hands to stop it, but she also understood that she was in a moment of urgency, and caring was chaotic.

It is false to say that it is not moved, but it is also really a bit at a loss. It is like when you were thirsty, you thought that there was only half a glass of water, but the other party gave a full glass more.

Ye Ci has never been good at dealing with too complicated emotions, so he lowered his head and didn't speak, he unscrewed the lid of the ointment and applied medicine to her.

Her reaction was called Song Miyan's ups and downs. Does she think I'm nosy?

Song Miyan's heart was very uncomfortable, but she was not the character to rush to ask.

So silently.

"The effect of this ointment is better. If I have more strength, you have to say it. I will give you one later. Remember to apply it three times a day, morning, afternoon and evening." Ye Ci raised his head and smiled softly, soft as a spring breeze. The warmth of my heart will seep out.

Now she was thankful that the scald area on her back was large, so she bought two at once, otherwise she had to give it to her first, and then go to the pharmacy by herself.

The action of applying the medicine was very meticulous. The fingertips were covered with cold ointment, and they walked back and forth along the burned area. The thin red fingertips, transparent and moist, evoked a strange sense of ambiguity.

Song Qiyan's eyelashes trembled slightly, although there was no straightforward words, but from her body language, she felt her pity.

Before I knew it, the stone in my heart was put down, and the irritability was relieved a lot.

After finishing applying the medicine, Song Qiyan was ready to teach the topic of Ye Ci.

Ye Ci tidied up the desk and put all the pen holders that were not in use into the drawer. As soon as the drawer opened, Song Qiyan saw a little black light flashing under the light of the desk lamp.

When you look closely, it is a black man-made gemstone. Why is this shape so familiar?

Why is it so like that artificial gem stuck in the navel when dancing in a black gauze dance skirt.

Song Miyan squeezed it out with uncertain eyes and looked at it from a close distance. She didn't find this after leaving the Marriage Hall at that time. She thought it was where it was, but she didn't expect it to be here.

Ye Ci saw the small black spot on her fingertips, and took out a bag of clothes from the closet on the side: "It's a coincidence. I picked it up at the time. I thought about the bento as a souvenir, so I didn't throw it away. It just happened that I washed the black gauze skirt, and I will return it to you now."

"I don't want it." Song Mingyan put the black gem into her palm, with a characteristic stubbornness: "I have said that, I am not a black yarn dancer."

"Okay, you are not." Ye Ci trembled with a smile, and suddenly said, "But don't you know her? Then please transfer it to Miss Osmanthus for me, okay?"

"No, she said no, just throw it away or keep it." Song Qiyan glanced at her in shame.

This person is really bad!

Why do you want to mention sweet-scented osmanthus, we can still be good friends without mentioning sweet-scented osmanthus.

Ye Ci blinked, "I really don't want it? Are you sure and sure?"

"OK, she really doesn't want it."

"Then I threw it?" Ye Cizuo opened the window, and outside was a colorful garden with red roses blooming in full bloom.

She pretended to throw her clothes.

"It's up to you." Song Qiyan moved his toes, anyway, just don't want it.

Ye Ci was really willing to throw it away, and before he got close to the window, he fished it all back: "Forget it, I'll take it for Miss Osmanthus, in case she regrets it someday and wants it again."

There won't be that day.

Song Qiyan replied silently in her heart, she didn't plan to do it in a noodle restaurant, why did she need clothes? Waiting to be discovered by parents?

Thinking of her father and mother, her heart became heavy again.

Ye Ci walked back to the desk, took out a white envelope from another drawer, and shook it in front of her: "For you."

"what?"

"Salary, don't you want cash?"

Ye Ci's voice was smiling, Song Qiyan raised his eyes and glanced at the envelope. The appearance was very flat, because it was facing her instead of the side, and the thickness inside could not be seen.

But I guess it won't be too much. It was just a busy afternoon at the shaved ice shop, but she remembered that Ye Ci said that she would pack a big red envelope, so she was more curious about how much it would be.

"Can I open it and have a look?"

"Yeah." Ye Ci nodded.

Song Miyan turned slightly to his side, opened the envelope, and glanced inside, one, two... nine, ten?

Ten sheets, one thousand yuan?

Song Qiyan was shocked, and looked over with beautiful eyes: "This is too much."

But it is undeniable that this unexpected sense of surprise has dispelled a lot of the depression that arises from thinking of mom and dad.

Ye Ci shook his index finger: "Not much. There is also the cost of distributing flyers and advertising fees."

Based on Song's influence in Beicheng No. 1 Middle School, if she promoted shaved ice, the effect was definitely first-rate. Ye Xiaoru said that since yesterday afternoon, there have been many students who went to the store or order takeaways one after another.

Song Miyan squeezed the envelope happily, and said shyly, "Thank you, Boss Ye."

"You are welcome."

Ye Ci turned out the math exercises and asked her with a smile:

"Class leader, can we start teaching now?"

Song Miyan nodded, and sat down while stroking the hem of his skirt: "Which question can't be answered?"

"This question."

"Let me see."

Song Moyan leaned closer, poked his head over, and read the question silently.

The two are so close, they seem to be cuddling together from a distance.

When Ye Xiaoru came back, he saw this picture from the garden.

Oops, chasing girls are chasing girls to the house.

She walked gently through the garden, walked to the window of Ye Ci's bedroom, quietly stretched her neck, and at a glance she saw the envelope on Xiao Ci's desk by the girl.

It turned out that Xiaoci came here specifically yesterday and told me that he wanted to exchange a thousand yuan in cash, which was for her.

You're all so hard, and you say it's not chasing?

Girls have a thin face, even their own words are no exception.

A teasing smile appeared on Ye Xiaoru's face.