Wearing It Before Scum A Tortures The Heroine

Song Jiao is difficult to understand, yet very easy to understand.

Xu Jinchao hugged the gradually softened Omega, feeling her arms slowly raised and wrapped around her waist, thinking to herself, she is really a complicated and simple girl.

These two evaluations are not in conflict, and they are reflected in every aspect of Song Jiao's daily life.

Song Jiao often makes some incomprehensible actions, with her unique thoughts and intentions behind her. If she really wants to analyze these things thoroughly, Xu Jinchao can't do it.

But Xu Jinchao can simplify the complexity and deal with Song Jiao in a way that takes the least time to think about the reaction.

That is to be nice to her, give her love, and make her feel valued.

Song Jiao is undoubtedly lacking in love. When she didn't know her mother's specific past, Xu Jinchao understood this by reading "Jiaojiao".

A young girl, her mother died early, her father was in prison, forced to form a family with a person she hated, was tortured and persecuted by the other party, tortured and persecuted by the other party's family, and there were either evil tigers and wolves in her life, or ghosts who helped and abused.

Living in such an environment, no matter how firm the will is, no matter how rational and calm people are, they will feel lonely and cold.

Humans are born social animals, need to have communication, need to live in groups.

Even Yu Lan, who resists face-to-face conversations, uses the Internet to build her own social circle, communicate with text messages and online chat rooms, and have fun.

But from "Jiaojiao" alone, Song Jiao has been invisible and isolated since at least 17 years old. No one around her has experienced everything she has encountered, and no one will feel the same way as her and provide help.

Even in the three years that she has not been banned from traveling, she lacks relaxed and active social activities and is outside the group. This is not only the effect that [Xu Jinchao] wanted, but also Song Jiao's own choice.

Not to mention later, under the confinement imposed on Song Jiao, various forms of mental and physical violence, and the oppression of an irresistible power, she had no choice but to sterilize herself and let [Xu Jinchao] interfere with Xu Boyang's inevitable interference. voluntarily end the marriage.

There was nothing positive in Song Jiao's life, it was full of abuses that forced her to survive, and the perpetrators put on a arrogant attitude as they should have, but thought she owed her.

——Your father once hurt our Xu family.

——I love you so much, why can't you give me something back? Can't you feel the difference between me and you and other people?

When Xu Jinchao replaced [Xu Jinchao], Song Jiao had been living in suffocation for 3 years.

And through Song Jiao's gradual narration of her mother, Xu Jinchao also learned that Qiao Chu's excessive attention to work performance and other people's vision actually interfered with her family life, and Qiao Chu did not give her daughter enough time to get along and clear Expression of love.

Work and family, this is indeed a difficult choice to achieve both. Xu Jinchao can't one-sidedly say that Qiao Chu is wrong, because everyone pursues different things, but she can feel that Song Jiao has really been affected to a certain extent.

Her mother died at the age of 10, her father's mental state was not good, and she couldn't fulfill her emotional responsibilities as a parent other than providing materials. Song Jiao fell into loneliness and a cold vacuum earlier than she guessed.

Song Jiao is now an adult, well-developed and full of feminine charm.

But in a sense, she is still a somewhat paranoid child. Due to the lack of love and pity from others, she has become elusive and erratic.

Xu Jinchao couldn't completely analyze Song Jiao's inner world, but she could use a simple and rude but effective method to achieve the wonderful effect of one force and ten meetings.

Obviously, it's still working this time.

Xu Jinchao took the initiative to touch the top of her hair. Omega rarely did not braid her hair today, but simply pulled the hair on the temples behind her head and tied it together.

The long hair scattered behind facilitates Xu Jinchao's movements, and her fingers are gently inserted into these fluffy blue silk like dark clouds, slowly arranging and combing for the person in her arms.

This is the most straightforward and simple emotional communication. Human beings, as primates, can also get the positive emotions conveyed by their companions by combing each other's hair.

When Xu Jinchao felt that Song Jiao was really getting better, she laughed softly.

Song Jiao was still cuddling in her arms, pressing her side face against the collar of Alpha's sweater, her arms tightly wrapping around her waist.

Not long ago, Song Jiao was planning how to touch Xu Jinchao's plump and good skin, but at this moment, her thoughts were completely gone, and she only had a little palpitation and peace of mind like the rest of her life.

She asked in a low voice, "What are you laughing at?"

Xu Jinchao replied, "Oh, I smell paint on my hands, and it's rubbing on your hair now."

Song Jiao didn't care about this. If it was normal, she might have a trouble with Xu Jinchao, but now she doesn't want to think about it at all.

However, she stood on tiptoe, put her foot close to Alpha's cheek, sniffed through the mask, and said, "The whole room smells of paint, don't laugh at anyone else, we both stink."

Xu Jinchao took advantage of the situation and patted her thin back: "Okay, rest assured, little baby? My sister is going to write Spring Festival couplets."

This was of course a joke, and it was only after confirming that Song Jiao had calmed down.

Song Jiao didn't confront each other with the name 'little baby' as usual, and she really let go.

Xu Jinchao didn't write immediately, but looked at Song Jiao's expression on the upper half of his face outside the mask, and saw Omega's eyes softened again, and he was completely relieved.

She knew Song Jiao's character and knew that there would be no results if she tried to get to the bottom of it, so she picked up the brush placed on the paint cover, retouched the brush, and wrote a few more lines to find out how she felt.

After almost waiting, Xu Jinchao put down his pen, removed the paperweight, and removed the large red rice paper that practiced his hands, and greeted Song Jiao at the same time.

"Okay, unfold the couplet paper."

Song Jiao went to turn over the bag of rice paper, took out the couplet paper and spread it on the felt, made a gesture, adjusted it to a more comfortable writing position, and pressed it with the paperweight.

Xu Jinchao turned around to see Song Jiao posing seriously, and couldn't help but smile: "In a moment, help me move the paper up."

Song Jiao enjoyed this interaction very much, so when Xu Jinchao wrote a word, she helped drag the couplet paper.

Xu Jinchao did not make his own pair, but directly used the popular and common classic couplets of farewell to the old and welcome to the new, and also wrote two characters for blessing.

After all, it's not his own house, and Xu Jinchao didn't buy paste to paint the walls to paste the Spring Festival couplets.

Song Jiao was very sorry. She posted the 101 character blessing and said, "It's ugly to stick it with tape, and it ruins the feeling of the character. When I live in my own house in the future, I will stick it how I want."

Xu Jinchao laughed: "I can only see if there is any damage or damage to my word. Also, Boss Song, it's not like you don't know about the high-end villa areas now, they are all Western-style buildings, posted on The Spring Festival couplets are more funny."

This is true, the residential buildings are still normal at the moment, and it is indeed a bit abrupt that the little villa in Biwan is affixed with the Wannianhong couplet paper.

Song Jiao didn't care, she said, "I'm going to post it, I think it looks good."

The strawberries bought in the supermarket did not live up to Xu Jinzhao's prayers.

Xu Jinchao was so happy as if he was picking it up for nothing, he ate half of the strawberry without supervision from Song Jiao at all.

The greedy worms that Aunt Li planted on the balcony of Biwan were completely suppressed, and Xu Jinchao also took advantage of her leisure time to plan a follow-up fitness plan.

Considering that she will definitely return to the days of running around after the new year, she decided to focus on no equipment.

Xu Jinchao was very motivated, so he spread out his mat to do a crunch at night.

Song Jiao was watching, Xu Jinchao would not be embarrassed, but he always felt that Omega's eyes were too hot.

When she was out of hot sweat after exercising, she sat cross-legged on the mat, wiped her head and face with a towel, and asked Song Jiao, "Do you want to exercise too?"

Xu Jinchao believed that Song Jiao's interest was in the exercise itself, and she didn't know that she just stayed in the living room and stared at her because she simply wanted to appreciate the beautiful body.

Song Jiao's eyes were almost locked on Xu Jinchao's pliable and snow-white lower abdomen.

She thought it was bizarre, after all, she had never liked women's **** before, and she didn't care much about people's appearance and body shape.

It was very warm in the room, Xu Jinchao was wearing sports underwear and tight cropped pants.

The trousers wrapped Song Jiao's beautiful long legs that were also very interesting, revealing only the most slender and firm calf. Now, because of the cross-legged posture, the beautiful ankles and bare feet with delicate joints were also hidden under the legs.

So all Song Jiao's attention was on Xu Jinchao's waist and abdomen. Alpha raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his shoulders and neck with a towel, but his lower abdomen was temporarily ignored.

Her skin was sweating from the intense anaerobic exercise, and the water droplets floated on the snow, making the already eye-catching white even more dazzling.

Song Jiao really felt that Xu Jinchao's current posture was very good, and the fat layer under the skin of the lower abdomen was just right, making it feel light and soft.

Her fingers are not very obedient, and they are moving slightly on their own, as if to get out of the control of reason to achieve the purpose of evaluating the softness.

Song Jiao perfunctory: "Ah, no, I don't have this plan for the time being..."

As soon as the words came out, Song Jiao froze again, her mind turned very fast, and she said, "However, it seems that a little muscle is very good, just like you."

Xu Jinchao put the towel on his shoulder, bent his arm, looked at his arm sideways, and shook his head in disgust.

She looked down at her stomach again, and pulled off the towel to wipe off the thin sweat on her lower abdomen: "It's not good now, I've grown a lot of flesh, and I can't see the outline of the abdominal muscles clearly."

Song Jiao finally revealed her sinister intentions: "I think your waist and abdomen are beautiful, can you let me touch it?"

Xu Jinchao was a little embarrassed. First, she really felt that her waist was a little out of shape. Second, she was not straight. Song Jiao was a girl who was very in line with her aesthetic orientation. She asked her to touch her belly, um...

It's always weird, like letting an unsuspecting pretty girl get close to me, a sense of guilt.

She said vaguely: "It's nothing to touch, it's ugly."

Song Jiao: "It's not ugly, it's beautiful, let me touch it, maybe I can also be motivated to exercise."

Seeing the yearning on her face, Xu Jinchao finally let go: "Okay then."

At the end of the original book "Jiaojiao", Song Jiao was adored by so many excellent followers, but she never thought of any love.

Xu Jinchao felt that it should be nothing to satisfy the curiosity of the ice and snow villain?

She put the towel back on her shoulders and was about to stand up, but Omega had already thrown off her slippers and knelt down opposite.

Xu Jinchao thought her solemn and impatient appearance was very interesting, and most of the hesitation in her heart dissipated.

Xu Jinchao really put on a gesture of letting others touch him, but Song Jiao became the one who hesitated.

She felt a little guilty for not knowing why, but her eyes were firmly attracted by the beautiful white skin that was close at hand, like suet and jade, and she finally reached out and touched it.

Song Jiao's little hands are really cold anytime, anywhere. The moment her skin touched her soft fingertips, it was like a cold-blooded snake crawling up her belly.

Xu Jinchao thought that she would touch it at will, but she didn't want Omega's expression to be extremely serious, as if she was doing metaphysics research, lightly pressing her cold little hand on her soft waist and abdomen, and she would not move much.

She couldn't help laughing: "Master Song, are you doing this?"

Song Jiao reprimanded her: "Don't talk."

Song Jiao was trying very hard to endure, her heart was pounding out of her chest, and the warm jade-like skin under her palm had a kind of magic power, disturbing her mind and summoning her soul.

If Xu Jinchao was really the docile long-haired large dog in her imagination, she would definitely have been madly rubbing it, satisfying herself, and whether it would be bald by rua.

But his subordinates are a lively and beautiful person, so it can't be done.

Song Jiao rubbed it lightly, feeling the warm silky soft touch, and felt that her heart was about to jump out of her throat.

She finally retracted her hand, her whole body was in a trance, the tip of her tongue was inexplicably dry, and there seemed to be some vague noises beating in her ears.

Song Jiao: "...Your skin is poisonous."

Xu Jinchao: "Huh?"

Song Jiao made a decision and ignored Xu Jinchao's repeated questions, pretending to be deaf and dumb.

As the 30th of the twelfth lunar month approached, Song Jiao felt that Xu Jinchao's actions were a little sneaky and abnormal.

She ran out the afternoon the day before, and Song Jiao didn't say where she was going, only that she had something important.

Now the street outside is gradually deserted, most of the storefronts are almost closed, and there are no pedestrians on the road.

But Song Jiao observed Xu Jinchao's expression, and it didn't seem like she had done something bad, she seemed to be a little smug and complacent.

Song Jiao temporarily suppressed her suspicion and pretended that she didn't notice anything wrong with her.

Originally, according to the habit of Juzhou people, it was time to fry something to eat during the New Year, but Song Jiao and Xu Jinchao had never done fried food. Although there was Aunt Li who was far away from Juzhou, no one dared to make a big step. try.

Xu Jinchao also said: "Flour and oil, plus meat, wow, it's a calorie bomb, I'm determined not to eat it anyway."

Song Jiao suspected that she probably also completely distrusted the skills of the two of them, and thought that there was no possibility of making bombs with proper heat.

Not to mention, Song Jiao was not confident in herself.

She checked some information and felt that it was better to give up decisively, so as not to waste things.

However, on the 30th day of the twelfth lunar month, Xu Jinchao was very diligent and busy. Song Jiao mixed noodles and stuffed dumplings, and she cut vegetables and stewed spare ribs in the kitchen.

Xu Jinchao has experience in this simple method, blanching water, frying and coloring, adding water and simmering slowly until the meat is crispy, and also cut a plate of braised beef that was thawed in advance, and made a cold salad, and sliced ​​lotus root for use.

Song Jiao and Aunt Li learned several ways of making dumplings. Make the skin well, mix the fillings separated from the meat and vegetables, and quickly knead and wrap them in the easiest way.

Xu Jinchao came out of the kitchen, she took off her apron: "I'll go out."

Song Jiao was very puzzled: "Where are you going?"

Xu Jinchao knew that sometimes Xuanxu couldn't go too far, but it caused misunderstandings. She said: "If you don't go far away, don't worry, you will be back in about 20 minutes, there will be surprises."

When Xu Jinchao said this, Song Jiao was suspicious and muttered, "What surprises can there be?"

Still, he waved his floured hand and let the Alpha play the so-called surprise.

Xu Jinchao put on a wool cap, put on his down jacket, and picked up his gloves: "I'll be right back!"

When I left the house, it was freezing cold outside.

Xu Jinchao lifted the scarf that covered half of his face up again. A lot of snow fell in Hwaseong this winter, and it fell silently last night. Fortunately, the scale was not large, and the road was basically cleaned, otherwise it would take 20 minutes. I really can't make it home.

Song Jiao's birthday on the Gregorian calendar passed about a month ago. At that time, Xu Jinchao was not in Huacheng. Although she sent her a text message to wish her a happy birthday, it was a pity.

Fortunately, she remembered clearly that Song Jiao's birthday on the lunar calendar was Lunar New Year's 30, which was quite special. Song Jiao's real birthday when she was a child was also on the lunar calendar.

It was mentioned in the original text that after Song Yikang was imprisoned, Song Jiao would go to the Xu family's old house every Chinese New Year.

It wasn't that she wanted to go, but she was almost forced to be brought there for a 'reunion'.

The actual book also mentioned that since the death of Qiao Chu, there has been no festive atmosphere in the Song family.

Song Yikang's mood was unstable, sometimes better, sometimes depressed, and occasionally laughing and suddenly depressed, Xu Jinchao felt uncomfortable just thinking about it for her.

Omega has few happy experiences about Chinese New Years and birthdays.

Xu Jinchao hopes that the first birthday he spends with her will be perfect and worth recalling and smiling happily in the future.

Xu Jinchao prepared a gift in advance and put it in a drawer of a workbench in the living room. Now she is going to pick up the custom-made cake.

Fortunately, when I asked about a nearby cake shop earlier, one said that it would not be open until noon on the New Year's Eve, so that she didn't have to go far, and she could get it after walking more than 100 meters out of the community.

The store was still open, and the owner had already packed the cake. It was a small fruit cream cake, only 6 inches. After all, Xu Jinzong didn't plan to eat it.

The two of them had discussed before that the New Year's Eve dinner should be brought to noon, and Song Jiao's appetite would be enough, and she would not be able to finish it if she bought a cake that was too big.

Xu Jinchao came out of the store carrying the cake and walked very carefully on the road, for fear of accidentally falling over and confusing the surprise.

Fortunately, the worst development did not occur. She got home safely, but it took a long time, and it was nearly half an hour before she went out.

Xu Jinchao opened the door, no longer hiding it (mainly, he couldn't hide it), and directly raised the cake box to Song Jiao who was cleaning the chopping board: "Happy birthday!"

She closed the security door, pulled down the scarf covering her cheeks, showed a big smile, and emphasized, "Happy twenty-first birthday, beautiful."

Song Jiao was a little stunned, because Xu Jinchao had already sent her congratulations on her birthday on the Gregorian calendar.

Alpha not only sent text messages, but also talked on the phone and apologized, saying that she didn't expect that she would not be able to come back. Later, she bought a bunch of flowers to supply Song Jiao, so she really didn't expect Xu Jinchao to give her another visit. Birthday.

Xu Jinchao used to call her full name every day, but this time she suddenly changed her name to Jiaojiao, which made Song Jiao suddenly overwhelmed.

Not long ago, she was swayed by the "Jiaojiao" that fell on the red paper of ten thousand years, and realized something contained in her nickname, and realized the affection and affection in the tone of her parents when they called her.

Now that the name is spit out from Xu Jinchao's mouth, it seems that there are some different meanings in it, which makes Song Jiao's cheeks inexplicably hot.

It's clearly not the first time I've called her like that...

When pretending to be in front of Qin Lingyue, Xu Jinchao also called himself 'Jiaojiao'. Why did he suddenly feel different this time, he felt sweet, and he felt that he was deeply loved by a folded nickname?

Song Jiaoren was in a daze, but her body involuntarily stepped forward and took the cake from Alpha's hand.

The smiling face swaying in front of her was really beautiful. She heard Xu Jinchao ask, "Are you happy?"

Song Jiao nodded, of course she was happy, but she was a little confused and didn't know how to react.

Xu Jinchao said: "Very good, you will be very happy every birthday in the future. You should be happy when you have a birthday. Oh no, girls have to be happy at all times..."

She was already babbling about the importance of being in a good mood for women, taking off the scarf, taking off the coat, and putting on slippers.

Song Jiao wrapped the dumplings, and Xu Jinchao praised the round dumplings that were neatly flowing down an assembly line: "It's so beautiful, I'll go and cook them."

She also told Song Jiao: "Don't open the cake box. I asked the store owner for digital candles, and I'll light them for you later, blow out the candles and make a wish before eating the cake."

Song Jiao had gradually recovered, and she immediately retorted: "I'm not so greedy."

Xu Jinchao smiled: "Okay, it's my villain's heart and my wife's gentleman's belly."

Alpha fastened his apron and bowed his hands in a pretentious manner, making amends for the gentleman kitten.

Xu Jinchao took the initiative to undertake the work of serving meals and cooking dumplings, and Song Jiao was not allowed to enter the kitchen again.

"If I hadn't learned how to make dumplings, I would have made them for you. Birthdays only come once a year, so you can play outside."

Song Jiao was reluctant to be too far away from her, and joked at the door of the kitchen: "You are so diligent now, do you plan to enjoy it on your birthday?"

Xu Jinchao pretended to be surprised: "You actually found it!"

Song Jiao's heart moved, and she asked, "What date is your birthday?"

Xu Jinchao: "The second day of August."

It's the same as [Xu Jinchao], and it was a blurted answer without thinking, so she didn't miss Xu Jinchao's birthday, Song Jiao thought.

Xu Jinchao stir-fried lotus root, which is a simple quick-hand dish, and put the ribs in a large soup bowl, along with sliced ​​beef and cold vegetables, all served on the table.

She said to Song Jiao, "I'll cook the dumplings, open the cake box, and I'll start dinner right away."

Song Jiao opened the ribbon that tied the cake box, took off the plastic shell, and revealed a small 6-inch cake.

Xu Jinchao cooked the dumplings, and a table of rice was complete.

She washed her hands and didn't untie her apron, so she ran to the living room to look through the gift she had prepared, almost forgetting which drawer it was in, but luckily she managed to find it.

Xu Jinchao just pretended he didn't see Omega's look like a fool, opened the small jewelry box and pushed it to the other party.

"It happened to be found, you should like it."

In the jewelry box is a beautiful little brooch in the shape of a lily.

The brooch is made of alloy material, and the petals have finely simulated patterns, and the prototype can be recognized as the foxtail lily from the special long and curled stamen shape.

This is obviously not as valuable as the diamond buckle sea pearl necklace that Xu Jinchao once wore around Song Jiao's neck, but it did make Song Jiao like it.

She picked up the brooch and handed it to Xu Jinchao: "Put it on my clothes, I'm going to blow candles with my gift."

Song Jiao is now wearing a thin sweater, which is not suitable at all. Xu Jinchao laughed at her: "How can anyone wear a sweater and a brooch?"

Omega insisted on wearing it, but Xu Jinchao simply pinned it to her updo, which was quite chic.

Song Jiao touched the small alloy flowers in her hair, and Xu Jinchao inserted the two number candles of 2 and 1 and lit them up, and the atmosphere immediately took hold.

Xu Jinchao urged her: "Blow out a candle to make a wish, don't say it, it won't work if you say it out loud."

Song Jiao ignored the other party's ranting, she folded her palms, blew out the candle, and meditated in her heart—

Buddha, God, Jade Emperor, God, no matter what kind of fairy, whoever hears my wish.

Please bless me and Xu Jinchao together forever.

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The author has something to say:

Although you kitty is not particularly sincere, but God approves.