The waiter spent about ten minutes mopping almost all the carpets in the room, and then Song Yiming continued to give orders, pointing to the instant noodle bowl on the other side of the bed, "Hurry and take that thing to the bathroom and pour it."

"It's over!" The waiter quickly walked over, picked up the instant noodle bowl, and walked to the bathroom. Who would have thought that Song Yiming saw the waiter walking up to him, and quickly stretched out a leg. The waiter couldn't dodge and was tripped directly.

The soup in the instant noodle bowl spilled all over the floor.

The waiter seemed to be petrified. He knelt on the ground and trembled at a loss. Song Yiming kicked him again and yelled: "Why are you still standing there? Clean me up quickly!!" The waiter seemed to be

While trying not to cry, my voice changed a bit, "This...has...can't be done...can't be done..."

Song Yiming lowered his body, grabbed the waiter's hair, and said word by word into his ear: "Then clean me up! Hurry!!"

Even after suffering so much humiliation, the waiter never seemed to have any intention of resisting. Although it seemed that it was easy to restrain Song Yiming with his size, he still leaned down obediently and really stretched out his hand.

Use your tongue to remove the stain.

Li Moyang couldn't stand it any longer. He silently begged the waiter for help. However, Song Yiming didn't seem to appreciate it. He didn't even turn around to look at Li Moyang. He just looked at the waiter picking up the stains on the ground with his face.

It was filled with complex expressions of anger and satisfaction.

It took ten minutes before the waiter got up and said tremblingly, "This... can't be removed... please... please let me go..."

Upon hearing these words, Song Yiming seemed to be completely irritated. Although these words did not seem to be provocative, if Li Moyang hadn't pulled Song Yiming, maybe Song Yiming would have immediately beaten the waiter to death.

"Get out! Get a new pair for me!!" Song Yiming kicked the waiter hard, causing him to groan in pain, roll over, get up and run out of the room. Only then did Li Moyang let go

Kai Yanran looked like an enraged beast like Song Yiming.

Damn it... The last time I asked him to cooperate with Dong Huasheng, I didn't see him so excited... Li Moyang was muttering in his heart, and Song Yiming, who was still angry, started to say to Li Moyang again, "Pack your things,

Let's go and change rooms..."

Li Moyang was stunned for a moment, not understanding Song Yiming's intention, "What? Change rooms? Don't you need to change to a hotel..." Song Yiming frowned and pushed Li Moyang away impatiently, and began to pack his things, while saying angrily,

"Hmph, are you still afraid that he will go back and complain about me? Give him a few courages to be so paralyzed!! You hurry up and clean up, I don't want to see that bitch's face again..."

In desperation, Li Moyang followed Song Yiming, packed up his things, and went to the front desk to change rooms.

As soon as he entered the room, Song Yiming threw them away, threw his luggage on the bed, sat down on the sofa, and buried his face in his hands.

Li Moyang was a little overwhelmed and wanted to go up to comfort him, but before he could speak, Song Yiming suddenly burst into laughter, "Haha...hahaha...hahahahaha...even the scenes are exactly the same...exactly the same...

...That stinky bitch and this bitch are indeed a match made by nature...hahahahahahaha..."

After laughing, Song Yiming's laughter gradually turned into a hint of helpless crying. Seeing Song Yiming's frustrated and crazy look, Li Moyang didn't know how to comfort him, so he sat quietly next to Song Yiming. Song Yiming never shed tears.

As she cried, her shoulders undulated violently. This continued for a while, then she wiped her face violently, collapsed on the bed, covered her eyes with her arms, sighed, and her mood stabilized slightly.

"Brother Yang, I'm sorry, I told you to watch a joke..." Hearing Song Yiming say this, Li Moyang felt relieved and breathed a sigh of relief, "Hey, why are you telling me this... There is no such thing as a joke, who can

There’s never been an emotional moment...it’s just that I don’t understand..."

"That man's name is Yang Guoying."

Li Moyang's words were interrupted by Song Yiming's meaningless words. Li Moyang opened his mouth, waiting for his next words. After a long time, Song Yiming said: "Twelve years ago, the appearance of this person ruined my life...

...But this is only caused by my own problem...But no matter what, this guy is the culprit who ruined my life..."

Because he didn't understand a bit, Li Moyang didn't interrupt and listened quietly.

After getting to know Song Yiming, Li Moyang's impression was that Song Yiming was a cynical playboy who never had any worries and could easily play around with the world. Nothing could make him suffer or feel sad.

But no one is born dull.

No one is born so cold and heartless.

My name is Song Yiming, and I am a loser.

There are many failures in this world, but in my opinion, not being able to protect the woman you like is the biggest failure in the world.

Isn't it?

I once had a girl whom I loved deeply, her name was Sun Chenchen.

My love for her is so great that I spoil her to the point of being lawless. I will accompany her in everything she does. I will unconditionally forgive any mistakes she makes, and I will work hard to fight for her no matter what she wants.

This kind of unprincipled doting makes me feel very accomplished. My woman is very dependent on me and needs me very much.

Until that day.

When Chenchen and I were together twelve years ago, we often went to her school. When we were not at work, we almost spent time at her school and nearby Internet sites, especially when she came to visit her aunt every month.

God, I get up at around six o'clock every morning and cook a large glass of red wine

Put the sugar-ginger water in a thermos cup and wait for her downstairs in her dormitory. He carried her to the cafeteria for breakfast, watched her drink the brown sugar water, and then carried her to the classroom. After class, he carried her downstairs to her teaching room.

Wait, carry her to the cafeteria for lunch, and then carry her back downstairs to the dormitory.

She almost never walks during her menstrual period. As long as I can go wherever she wants to go, I will carry her on my back, especially when the Youth Volunteer Association of their school has a meeting. Chenchen, one of the members of the organization department, has to go

She arrived at the meeting, and the meeting place was nearly one kilometer away from her dormitory...

Don't believe it, their school was invested and built by an automobile group. It is a famous aristocratic school in the country. The school covers an area of ​​more than one million square meters. Her dormitory is less than 100 meters away from the east gate of the school, and the mobile classroom of the Youth Association
Chapter completed!