MTL - Scumbags Follow the Good System-Chapter 59 Juvenile Delinquent in Shura Field

However, in the next two days, it was verified that the little person in the system was completely at the heart of a villain, and the president did not make any actions with unknown intentions.

Not only can Congliang eat breakfast made by Cong'an in the morning, and soup cooked by Cong'an in the evening, the president will come back to cook lunch for Congliang even when there is no important meeting at noon.

Congliang feels that she is like a cat or a dog brought home from An, because the look in Congliang's eyes from An has changed from urgency on the first day to doting, not the kind of doting that looks at people, but Looking at the kind of pets he keeps, Cong An looks at her with a smile, and Cong Liang suspects that the next moment Cong An will take out a ball of wool to tease her, or throw the whole Frisbee out for her to take back...

This kind of eyes that treat people as pets, with a smile that doesn't mean anything, and will let her call "brother" after a while to listen, if ordinary people will definitely think that they have suffered a great insult.

But compared with Zuo Shen Yun Chou's whole life, **** incidents could be rectified every three or five years, Cong An's seemingly abnormal behavior, Cong Liang had also passed through the nerves like a vast grassland, and the good ones were filtered out. The remaining nerves degrade naturally before they reach the end.

It's good to just filter out these things, but it still makes Congliang a little embarrassed. After all, Cong'an has nothing to do with her. She originally wanted to ask for help, but now she not only enters the house, but is also served like a foster grandmother. Congliang can't bear it. .

So on the third day, Congliang had to reciprocate, got up early and gave Cong'an breakfast.

Later in her last life, Cong Liang was used to being a family with difficulty getting up because of Yun Chou. She couldn't open her eyes so early, and half-squinted she picked up some soup for Cong An, while Cong An devoured it while telling Cong Liang about Jiang Yin. .

"It has been fished out," Cong An said. "I checked the person who fished him out. It was a girl who came out of an orphanage with him."

With a sigh of conscience, he listened to An again, "It seems that the little girl stole the whole set of gold jewelry from her adoptive mother and sold it, and she gave tens of thousands of dollars. Bureau."

I went out in the daytime two days ago and observed that there were people wandering around the house of the original green tea every day. It should be Wang Yi who was looking for her all over the world. Wang Yi was not afraid, but she didn't seem to see the white-striped chicken again.

Jiang Yin will be released tomorrow, and Congliang plans to go back today. She discussed it with the system. She was originally a green tea with lovers everywhere, and she was also the kind of lover with a head and face. It's not normal to have no bags or jewelry. Congliang made a toss and sold it, and got some money to spend.

She was really embarrassed to use Cong'an's money, and Cong'an gave her a black and gold secondary card the day after she moved in. Not to mention using it, it was pretty cool when you touched it, and it also had a layer of cool hollow lace. But Cong An Yue is so embarrassed to use it. She originally planned to play dirty and find this decent older brother. A decent man, he must be able to give her a sum of money in order to get rid of her disgraceful illegitimate life. of.

But Cong'an has such an unexpected style of painting, where does Cong Liang have a big face, and she can spend it with peace of mind, even though her "face" is not small.

Right now, if you can think of a way by yourself, you should think of a way first, if you really can't, then follow An borrow.

Cong Liang didn’t dare to go back during the day, and only waited for it to get dark before wearing Cong An’s brand new black sportswear, and slipped back to the original Green Tea’s residence by taxi.

The original Green Tea lived in an apartment. From the outside, it looked more upscale than the president's home. After walking around for several laps, he ate a bowl of noodles in the beef noodle restaurant. He didn't find any suspicious people before wandering in.

The combination lock of the apartment was easily cracked by the system. After Cong Liang entered the house, he went straight to the wardrobe and dresser. Sure enough, he didn't know how many sets of real or fake diamond rings and jewelry, and there were a lot of clothes and bags in the wardrobe.

Congliang, like a bandit, carried two bags. She couldn't help shaking her clothes at a glance. She didn't even look at it a second time.

It was already past nine o'clock in the evening. Cong Liang shook her wrist and said Cong An didn't want it anymore. She put on a big watch and carried two bags. She was about to go back. She didn't want to live in this apartment. Who knows if there is any green tea available? Whoever brought her back, she didn't want to touch anyone, and it would be troublesome if she met Wang Yi's person.

The night wind was blowing slowly, and under the street lamp pole, Congliang waited for a long time without waiting for an empty car, and his bored eyes were shaking.

Cong Liang hurriedly squatted on the ground and rummaged in his bag. Finally, he squeezed a very small ring and came out with a colored diamond. Cong Liang took advantage of the street lamp and stared at it for a long time. The ring on the top of the small bits and pieces doesn't look any different, can it be valuable?

Cong Liang thought for a while, then pulled out a broken diamond bracelet and put it in his pocket before walking towards the small gold shop.

How nervous she was when she entered, and how nervous she was when she came out, she was nervously groping for the five new bundles of red notes in her bag, deeply doubting the authenticity of all this.

A small ring of the original green tea sold for more than 50,000 yuan. She didn't dare to take out the chain. Seeing how the boss's mouth was grinning to the root of his ear, the small ring was probably more than 50,000 yuan. Little boss After researching for a long time, I said that the price was good and he agreed without hesitation. This will come back to me, and it should have made the little boss a big bargain.

But Nangliang didn't feel bad, these things were all for nothing, but she thought that a small ring was so expensive, if she sold it all, wouldn't she become a rich woman?

The money came too easily. Congliang walked out of the Jindian Gate, and after walking a few steps, he met an empty car and sat home like a sleepwalker.

It's past ten o'clock. Cong'an is a veteran cadre. He goes to bed at ten o'clock in the evening. Congliang opens the door and enters the room lightly. When he looks up, he sees that the veteran cadre has not slept yet. The TV in the living room is on, and his mother-in-law Cong An gave Cong Liang a listless look, "You're back."

"Well," Congliang was quite puzzled, and lowered his head to change his shoes, "Why are you still not sleeping?"

When Cong Liang looked up after the change, there was no trace of Cong An, this person would not just wait for her to come back...

The next morning, Congliang was carrying a small bag, which contained the money she sold the ring yesterday, and went out early in the morning after having breakfast. She wanted to deal with the curling yellow hair on her head. .

The barber brother heard that she was going to dye black and straighten, and pointed the little orchid to her, let's talk about a bunch of fashionable hair colors, didn't hear a word from Liangyun Mountain's fog mask, and finally raised his eyebrows, the little brother shut up, It took two full hours to come out of the store, with a wavy yellow hair that turned into a long straight black.

There was still a while before noon, Congliang went to a small shop on the side of the street again, and finally got himself a long skirt that fit... ankle length.

It was the popular floral style that the shopkeeper turned down from the warehouse and turned it out ten years ago. It has long puff sleeves and light blue color. It was charged 80 yuan from Liangliang, and it was also equipped with a pair of wedge sandals with closed toes.

Not to mention, the effect of this body is very retro, with good black and long straight, without any jewelry all over, it has an inexplicable conservative beauty.

It's a man's watch that's loose on the wrist, a little out of harmony with the latest luxury small bag in bright yellow.

But Cong Liang was very satisfied, so she dressed as a lady from the ancient painting, made a big bowl of chaos at a small stall on the street, and then took a taxi to squat outside the juvenile detention center and waited for others.

It was almost noon, and the sun was a little hot. Cong Liang sat on the flower ponds on both sides of the road, full of cool trees. She bought a bottle of iced black tea and just took a sip when the door of the juvenile detention center opened. Lived the figure of haunting dreams.

The peaked cap was lowered, his face was full of impatience, a cigarette was slanted to his mouth, and his hands were in the pockets of his jeans. The back is straight like a walking small green pine.

Jiang Yin took two steps, suddenly turned his head and glanced in Cong Liang's direction off guard. Cong Liang took a mouthful of iced black tea and dried it out from his nose. He was squatting on the edge of the flower bed, coughing and crying.

He coughed in a dim light, and saw Jiang Yin walking towards her in the corner of the light. Cong Liang held back his cough, and finally pulled out a tissue from his bag to wipe his face. Jiang Yin just happened to be walking past her, and Cong Liang anxiously stood up. , turned his head and walked on sandals with a little wedge heel. Just as he was about to start to chase, he twisted his feet and rushed forward.

There is no such beautiful plot where the heroine accidentally throws herself into the arms of the male protagonist in an idol drama, and the male protagonist catches it with a graceful posture and makes a mouthful by the way.

Cong Liang's feet were mixed together, and when she subconsciously grabbed something, her body was almost touching the ground. She was grabbing, and she was also grabbing her "male protagonist".

The problem is that this one is caught on the waist of someone's trousers, and even the jeans that hang loosely on the outside, and the small pants inside, are pulled down by the force of the body.

Jiang Yin's reaction was extremely fast, like a cat whose tail had only been stepped on, "Fuck!" As soon as his voice came out, it wasn't a good move, and Submissive Liang quickly grabbed his pants and put them up.

The shorts have good elasticity, nothing bad. The buttons of the jeans are no longer stretched, and the zipper is torn off. Jiang Yin can only hold it with his hands, turning his head and grinning at Congliang.

From a good cough that is not easy to hold back, to the familiar, upturned buttocks that flashed away in the backlight, and then coughed again and blushed and had a thick neck.

With great difficulty, he took a deep breath and faced Jiang Yin's gnashing of teeth. He couldn't help laughing, "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

Cong Liang got up and ran while laughing, like a tacit understanding of several lifetimes. Cong Liang took two steps, and Jiang Yin pulled up his pants and pushed him up.

At noon, people were inactive and dozed off, the hawker across the road and the security guard on duty at the gate, no one saw the scene just started and ended quickly in the street. When they saw it, it was Cong Liang. While running and laughing, Jiang Yin pushed up his pants and chased and cursed his mother.

The hot air battered the noodles, the scorching sun was scorching, and it was so lively.