MTL - Scumbags Follow the Good System-Chapter 137 main world (end)

"I can really support you!" Song Chen blushed, "I will..."

He choked for a moment, and suddenly thought of the person he was looking for, the world he showed him, and the clothes the people here wore were completely different from their world.

He put his hand around Congliang's waist and rubbed the cloth on Congliang's body.

His craftsmanship from childhood to university has no place in this world at all.

Song Chen's face was a little embarrassing, if he was really a son-in-law...

"What are you worried about?" Cong Liang raised his drawn face and said with a smile, "Our door is not what you think it is."

Cong Liang said: "The son-in-law here, don't have to be as timid as a little girl. At home, he is not a poor little leftover, and he has more status than a daughter-in-law with his mother-in-law."

"If you come to my house, my parents will treat you like their own son. Even if we quarrel, my mother will definitely beat me with a fire stick and won't touch you."

"Also," Cong Liangxun kissed Song Chen's lips, "I won't quarrel with you, you are my hard-earned darling, how could I be willing to..."

Song Chen put his arms around Congliang and buried his face in Congliang's shoulders. He gave up everything in that world, and followed a strange man in a desperate attempt to find him. He had already made a plan, as long as he could be by her side for the rest of his life...

The man told him that Congliang was an immortal who traveled through various worlds. Because he fell in love with him and wanted to stay in his world, he violated the regulations of the immortals and lost his mana, so he finally borrowed the man's mana and went back. See him one last time and tell him not to wait.

And even if she couldn't stay in his world, she never gave up on him, and did not hesitate to become an ordinary person in exchange for reuniting with him.

Song Chen couldn't help but burst into tears when he thought of this. He hugged Congliang tightly and said emotionally, "You gave up being an immortal for me, and I will definitely treat you well."

While touching Song Chen's head, he studied Congliang who took him to cut his hair and buy clothes: "..."

"Ah?" Cong Liang didn't understand what Song Chen meant, and he always felt that something was wrong, and then hesitantly asked again, "What did you say... What?"

"I will be good to you, and I will be good to you for the rest of my life." Song Chen's eyes were red, and he vowed.

"No..." Cong Liang scratched his head, "I asked about the previous sentence."

Song Chen was stunned for a moment, pursed his lips with red eyes, and kissed Congliang, "I know it all, that person has shown me, you don't have to hide it from me, I will definitely not make you regret giving up being an immortal. "

"Who told you..." Congliang's expression was strange, and he paused, no need to think about it, this must have been told to him by the main system, fortunately she thought the main system really told Song Chen the truth, it turned out to be because he was innocent and made up words lie to him.

I have pity on the little rabbit Ji, who was desperately ill and went to the doctor. The loser system just lied to him and didn't want to harm him. Otherwise, this person wanted to kill him, and his temperament to help others sharpen his knives.

Congliang patted Song Chen's head with a complicated expression, silly rabbit... She thought about it but didn't explain it, the facts were too complicated, and this simple lie was reasonable.

Seeing that Congliang didn't say anything, Song Chen was a little anxious. He imitated Congliang's way of biting his ear, and he leaned close to Congliang's ear, also holding her ear, hooking Congliang's waist, and using the little rabbit to shove Congliang hard. Going down, he said next to Cong Liang's ear: "There is a saying that you only envy the mandarin ducks, not immortals... You believe me."

Congliang was quite surprised, he jumped up, knocked his head on the upper bunk, rubbed his head, stared at Song Chen, and found that although Song Chen acted boldly, he couldn't raise his shy head, so he smiled and rubbed his head. rubbed the crispy ears.

"Tian'er," Cong Liang put his head on Song Chen's shoulder and sighed, "Are you still my innocent Song Xiaotu..."

The two of them hugged stickily, seeing that the sky was getting dark, Cong Liang pulled out a wider half sleeve from under his shirt, put it on Song Chen, and took Song Chen to cut his hair, and then take him there. Eat the best BBQ.

But Song Chen was wearing Congliang's clothes and refused to leave the house. After dragging Congliang for a long time, she couldn't move him. Since the system self-destructed and the golden fingers on her body disappeared, she was really not used to this feeling of powerlessness.

"Hey, come out, everyone here is dressed like this, you are a man, it's normal to go out shirtless."

Song Chen grabbed the door frame and shook his head wildly, "This, no, no!" Cong Liang hugged Song Chen's waist and pulled out, sweating all over his body, but he didn't pull anyone out, and patted him on the back in disbelief.

"You hurry up, after cutting your hair, you have to get a good spot, or the house will be full in a while!"

"How can I go out wearing trousers..." Song Chen hugged his arm again, "Is this top a child's? The sleeves are so big, how can I go out on the street."

"Hahahaha..." Congliang stood at the door pinching his waist, laughed for a while, and said helplessly: "You have to adapt, let's go home tomorrow, you can't wear your brocade robe, you will be regarded as crazy."

Song Chen twitched his face, hesitantly rubbed out for a while, then shrank back, looking at Congliang pitifully, and finally Congliang was helpless, found another long sleeve of his own, and wrapped it around Song Chen's waist, This was the only way to get Song Chen out with fright.

When cutting his hair, after Congliang finished talking to the barber, he wisely covered his face the whole time, but the barber was bitter. Every time he cut, he was stared at by Song Chen's red eyes, and there was still a dang in his head. Mizusawa, who was swaying back and forth, softened the hands of those who saw it.

Short hair that can be done in 20 minutes, it took more than half an hour to cut it. When Congliang paid the money, the hairdresser's hands trembled, "This hair, it's hard to keep it... I'm very reluctant to look at your brother. In fact, now boys have long hair, and it's nothing..."

Cong Liang held back a smile and nodded vaguely. After leaving the barber shop, Song Chen kept rubbing his head. Cong Liang turned around and stood still and gave him a look.

These 20 pieces have no white flowers. It is a common type of long on the top, and then short on the sides and back. When the most important hair stylist used a clipper to tidy his hair, Song Chen saw it and shook his hand. There was a pit on the side, and he simply scratched two crossed hooks...

These two hooks are a bit of a genius, neutralizing the tenderness on his face. If he doesn't look smiling, he's a bit ruffian.

The upper body has loose half sleeves, the lower part is snow-white trousers and black short boots, and a colorful coat is tied around the waist, which is inexplicably fashionable...

Cong Liang flicked her new wavy hair, stepped forward to straddle Song Chen's arm, and dragged him to buy clothes. It was too late, and he didn't try it. Affordable store, not too expensive.

After shopping, Cong Liang took Song Chen to the barbecue stall where she had eaten for several years. Fortunately, it was not full tonight. The two found a corner to sit down. Song Chen looked much better than when he first came out, but only two Looking around with one eye is even more exaggerated than when she came from the country to the city.

Cong Liang ordered something, grabbed Song Chen's hand, and Song Chen smiled shyly at her, from Liang Can see that he was very new to everything, but after waiting for a while, Song Chen just looked at it and didn't ask a question. .

After the barbecue came up, Cong Liang blocked Song Chen's eyes, "Don't stare at the lamp for too long, it's not good for your eyes."

Cong Liang took a meat skewer and handed it to Song Chen, raised his head, and said, "You can taste it."

Song Chen first looked at Cong Liang's food, then tilted his head and took a bite. His eyes were bright, and he could see that he liked it, but he didn't lose his temper at all, and he ate slowly.

While eating, Congliang shook his head and sighed: "My mother likes children who are well-behaved and not noisy since I was a child, but my brother and I, a girl is like a boy, and a boy is like a monkey, if you go , when she sees you like this, our status will be lost..."

"How come," Song Chen looked at Congliang, "You are very good... very good."

"Hahahaha..." Congliang poured a cup of sweet orange juice for Song Chen, and said, "How am I, no matter how good I am," Congliang said in a low voice, "It all belongs to you."

Song Chen was about to bite the meat on the signature, listening to what Cong Liang said, raised his eyes to look at her, the circles of his eyes were red again, Cong Liang immediately changed the subject, picked up the orange juice and put it to his mouth. "Sweet, you like it best, drink it!"

The two had eaten, and walked hand in hand under the bustling neon lights for a long time. At first, Song Chen was a little shy, and there were many people. Release Cong Liang's hand.

Back in the dormitory, after washing up, it was late at night, and the two of them hugged each other on the narrow bed and said some unnutritious words.

The next morning, the two of them took the gifts they had chosen for their family, took out the two birds from the bird cage and put them in their pockets, and drove the train with large and small bags.

The pastries I bought yesterday would go bad if I don't eat them. Song Chen ate the ones for breakfast, whether he liked them or not, so he bought a few small buns.

The two did not buy a seat. There were too many people traveling during the National Day. Song Chen and Cong Liang carried a lot of bags and managed to squeeze onto the train.

Congliang put the bags on top of each other and let Song Chen sit, but Song Chen sat with her. He took a taxi in the morning, and now he is curious about the train and has no fear. Congliang will applaud him.

But when the train started, Song Chen looked along the small window and looked at the scenery that was passing by quickly outside.

But he insisted on facing Congliang Station, propped up the car wall with his arms, and gave Congliang a small circle.

"If you're nervous, you can eat something to relieve it." Cong Liang found the bag he bought at the cake shop yesterday, took an egg tart, and handed it to Song Chen: "Look, there are people behind you eating it."

Song Chen looked back and saw that an aunt was eating tea eggs, so he took it, but he put the bag on Congliang's lap, eating with one hand, and didn't forget to support Congliang's "enchantment" with the other.

"Look at my boyfriend!" The little girl next to her who had her glasses squeezed out complained about a man with a stubborn waist that was clinging to her, and beat him.

The man glanced at Congliang, snorted, and turned his head numbly.

Sitting on the luggage, Cong Liang looked up and watched Song Chen eat two egg tarts and then start eating puffs. The cream came out in one bite and squeezed onto his fingers.

Just as Song Chen was about to lick it, Cong Liang grabbed his hand, stuffed it into his mouth and licked it off.

Song Chen's face flushed red, Cong Liang leaned against the swaying wall of the car, reached into his pocket, touched the two sleepy birds, licked his lips and laughed.

In the end, she didn't take a lot of money like other travelers. From then on, she lived a cool life. She still had to squeeze the train into the lane, stand for a day and a night, and return to the small mountain village where she came.

But she brought back a lot of luggage, all kinds of city goods with high-end labels, two birds that can't run in their pockets, one of them is more precious than any rare treasure in this world, he can distribute The taste of happiness, sweet and creamy, but also with a milky taste.

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The author has something to say: Last night, the mystery was revealed - it was the system that was arrogant, because the two recovered all their memories, and Cong An changed back to that Cong An.