MTL - Scumbags Follow the Good System-Chapter 66 Juvenile Delinquent in Shura Field

Carrying Jiang Yin's dirty clothes, Cong Liang took out the pink version of the couple's phone as soon as he got into the taxi. This phone is expensive, but it does not have many functions, nor does it have super fast response, and even the standby time is not enough. Long, there is only one particularly powerful positioning function that the salesman bragged about, and it can be accurate to small alleys in Qinglin City.

When Congliang bought it, he had already asked the salesperson to adjust the positioning. Once the meeting was opened, you could see a little blue human-shaped icon flashing on the map of the phone. Congliang's coordinates were a pink small icon. People, the farther and farther she took the taxi, the distance between the two little people became farther and farther.

With this thing, as long as Jiang Yin holds the phone, Congliang can know where her eldest baby is 24 hours a day.

In the taxi, Congliang stared at the two little people, and the system that had not spoken much these days suddenly spoke in her mind, which shocked Congliang.

"Liang Er Liang Er Liang Er," the voice of the system called out was particularly excited, "The orange cat suits in the mall will be available for grabs at 0:00 today, and the first 100 will be free for a limited time!"

Congliang held her head and said nothing. Now is not a good time to get the system out. She doesn't have her own nest yet, and Jiang Yin is not interested in her. Liu Gaoyuan and Wang Yi still don't know what to do. Get the system out of her. How can I have the time and energy to make noodles every day, and I have to change my mother's style, otherwise I will always grind.

"You can get me a set, Hao Liang'er!" Xiao Fang rolled over and over in the system space with his short legs. Cong Liang's noisy brain was about to explode. Jinjiang Mall glanced at the orange cat. The limit is 30,000 Jinjiang coins, and it is really rare to get free once for a limited time.

"The top 100 will be exempted. If you can't get it, I don't have 30,000 yuan for you to play with a cat." Congliang rubbed his forehead in a deep expression, "I have a lot of troubles, and I can't do much. Take care of you."

"I'll grab myself!" As soon as the system listened to Liangsong's words, he hurriedly agreed, and the whole head of the happy square was filled with peach hearts.

Cong Liang took Jiang Yin's clothes back, rubbed them with his hands, and threw them into the fully automatic washing machine. This thing is really convenient for washing clothes. It is dirty when thrown in, and not only clean but basically dry when taken out. , For Congliang, who has only used it after washing, but also has to run through the water again, and then manually spin dry the old-fashioned double-cylinder washing machine, this thing is simply an artifact.

The clothes were all hanging out on the balcony and fluttering in the wind. Congliang held his mobile phone and looked at Jiang Yin's positioning villain. He spread it out on the sofa. The location on the icon was a Samsung hotel in the city. It is the industry under Liu Gaoyuan's hands.

After a short rest, the CEO came back from Cong An, and when he entered the room, he saw Cong Liang on the sofa, squinting his long and narrow eyes and slightly raising his lips, his joy beyond words.

Like every day from An, he took off his shoes when he entered the door, and seamlessly transitioned from the cool CEO to the little daughter-in-law mode. He took off his suit, put on a small floral apron, went into the kitchen, and tinkered with one dish and one soup. , Going to one end of the table, Cong Liangcai slowly washed his hands and ate.

Cong An served Cong Liang with a meal, but he took off his apron and put on a suit. He stood at the table like a wooden stake, watching Cong Liang eat, and from time to time he looked at his watch.

"Brother, why don't you eat?" Congliang was accustomed to Cong'an's unique gaze. She found that Cong'an was very strange. She was not at all wary of her, who had only been brought home for a few days. If she doesn't eat, she has to rush back to cook for her. As long as she doesn't go home at night, she will never sleep.

At first, the system was afraid of Cong An's misconduct, but Congliang is not afraid of that. She is not happy in this world, and no man can do anything to her. After all, she is pulling mountains and rivers.

But she was afraid that Cong An would take care of her. She knew in her heart that there was no relationship between the two of them for a dime.

But she has carefully observed Cong An, and has also stepped on the sideline to test it. Cong An has no intention of being male or female, and doesn't even talk to her very much. I was so busy today that I had to take time to come back. It wasn't that I had any thoughts about her. Cong Liang felt that this was more of a ritual.

It's still a ceremony that has nothing to do with her, she's just a sacrifice at best...

"Brother?" Cong Liang kicked Cong An's calf, "What are you looking at, eat!"

"Don't eat," Cong An raised his eyes and glanced at his watch, "I'm too late."

"Little...Sister," Cong'an's tone has always been particularly gentle and personable. This little girl's voice is extremely low and seems to be difficult to say.

"Huh?" Cong Liang stuffed the rice in his mouth, bulging, "What, what's wrong?"

"You eat more." Cong An said in a low voice.

"Well," Congliang was inexplicable, "then go quickly..."

Cong An responded with a sound, slender and beautiful fingers clenched tightly, her long and narrow eyelashes drooped, she took two small steps, suddenly reached out and touched Congliang's head, and then ran out of the room as quickly as she ran for her life. He knocked down, and with a bang, Congliang almost got stuck in his trachea with a mouthful of rice.

Cong'an's touch was very light, and his warm and moist hand rubbed against Congliang's head and quickly took it away. Congliang choked on the food without knowing the taste, and slowly put down his chopsticks, facing the food on the table. stunned.

"Whoops!" The system ran out of the system space at some point, staring at Congliang's neck and face, and lifted Congliang's collar, glanced inside and back, and was beaten up by Congliang.

"Oh hey!" The system screamed, "It's a big thing, look at me saying that he has bad intentions, he took advantage of you, let you eat other people's house three meals a day, how are you now, eat The mouth is short..."

"That's not right." Congliang interrupted the system, groping the skin of his ears and the back of his neck, and muttered like he was suffering from hysteria, "That's not right..."

"It's not right." The system made Erlang's legs crossed on the table, and broke through a discovery that the two of them were equally shocked by, "You don't get goosebumps."

Cong Liang suddenly stood up from the stool, "How could it be?" Cong Liang picked up the system and wandered around the room in a daze, "How could it be..."

The system was hugged by Congliang, and the one who benefited from it honestly nestled in Congliang's arms, pulled Congliang's long hair, and asked with a serious face, "In the last two lives, you have not been with a man other than your eldest treasure, slashing your shoulders. Got goosebumps?"

"Yes..." Congliang said, "Yes! But I just..." I didn't get goosebumps, I didn't even feel a little bit of disgust.

From the good god, she hugged the system to the balcony, staring at the clothes she just washed on the windowsill.

"Do you... like him?" The system sighed hard while holding Congliang's arm, and he was almost shriveled. "You don't like Cong'an..."

"No." Congliang frowned with a vertical line, "I don't, I don't want to get close to him."

"But you don't dislike his closeness?" The system asked tentatively.

"It seems..." Cong Liang released the system, sat cross-legged on the sofa, and touched his head, which had been touched by Cong An, without the urge to wash his hair.

"...It's okay if you really like him," the system said, "If you don't like the mission objective in your life, you can earn conservative points, or you can complete the mission strategy, and no one cares who you are with. "

"No," Cong Liang shook his head firmly. "It's not that I like it. Although I don't dislike it, I don't feel like I want to be close, and I don't... don't feel moved."

Cong Liang scratched his head, put the system on the coffee table, and calmly analyzed his feelings with it.

"Look, Cong An touched my head, I'm not disgusted, but I don't have that feeling of wanting to go deeper, you know?"

Cong Liang said: "I'll tell you this, if Jiang Yin touches this time, I'll ask him to touch me again, or kiss me and hug me, at least I'll rub against his palm..."

"Break you!" The system hugged his shoulders, seeing the loss of the needle.

"Then what's the matter with you?" the system asked, "Even if you don't like him, you still have a good impression of him, or you can let him touch him without frizzing, I don't believe it, you are feudal and conservative, just like the old society's bound feet Mrs. like."

"How do I know." Cong Liang also folded his arms, stared at the system for a long time, raised his hand and rubbed his nose.

All afternoon, Congliang has been deeply analyzing her heart with the system, dragging out her feelings at the time and comparing her with a corpse. She has never been afraid to face problems head-on, but the complex emotions of emotions cannot be self-clarified by in-depth analysis. s things.

The system was tormented by Cong Liang over and over again, and he was going crazy. In fact, he was looking forward to Cong Liang's transference and love, and Cong An was more gentle. If Cong Liang chose Cong An in his life, he would definitely not be killed again.

From noon to night, Cong Liang sat on the sofa with her left leg pressed against her right leg, and her right leg pressed against her left leg in a cross. She went through everything from the beginning to the end after she arrived in this world, and finally put on her clothes. After packing Jiang Yin's clean clothes, he ran to the small hotel to find Jiang Yin.

Jiang Yin downloaded the gunfight game on the phone Cong Liang had given him, and was lying on the bed, poking Huan Shi with one hand, when suddenly whistles and roars came one after another in the corridor, and then the door opened. Cong Liang had long hair and was carrying two bags. just run in.

"Why are you here?" Jiang Yin raised one eyebrow, his face full of surprise.

Cong Liang didn't say anything, he closed the door with his hand, put the bag on the ground, grabbed the phone in Jiang Yin's hand, took off the quilt, got into the quilt and hugged Jiang Yin.

"Hey, hey, no, eldest sister, what are you doing?!" Jiang Yin was wearing a small underwear, or the cow with two big eyes. Cong Liangyi posted it. His mouth is full of guns, and he has zero actual combat. The little chicken, the whole person froze, and he couldn't even speak.

Cong Liang stammered and hugged him, unable to push him away, his face, neck and chest turned red into the sunset on the horizon.

The moment Cong Liang hugged her, her heart flickered like a light bulb with poor contact, wrapping her obsessive breath. She just wanted to continue to strip herself and be more intimate with her eldest baby, but she was not greedy, forcibly He ripped it off, and walked away without a word.

Jiang Yin froze on the bed with a bewildered look on his face. After Cong Liang left, he scolded the hooligan who was making a fuss and watched the fun. He closed the door and lay back on the bed to cover the quilt. In hindsight, I realized that my hands were shaking and I couldn't hold the phone.

Jiang Yin threw the phone away and put the quilt over his head, but he couldn't breathe smoothly. He found that his heartbeat was deafening.

And Congliang took a taxi and returned home. After such a tossing, it was time for the old cadre Cong An to sleep. At this moment, he was working hard in the living room, waiting for Congliang to return home.

Seeing Congliang open the door and come in, he got up from the sofa and yawned and walked into the house. After only two steps, he heard the sound of "dong dong dong..." running barefoot on the floor behind him, and then he was embraced from behind by a pair of small hands. waist.

Congliang didn't even change her shoes. She was a dead brain and felt that she had to figure out what was going on with her. After an afternoon of in-depth analysis, plus the big treasure who hugged her just now, she felt like the system said to move out immediately, right? The way is to escape in disguise.

She hugged her eldest treasure. She felt the same about her eldest treasure as she always did. She planned to hug Cong'an to see if holding Cong'an felt the same as holding her eldest treasure.

"Little sister?" Cong Liang was startled at the beginning, but he soon laughed, a little cramped and a little happy, and touched Cong Liang's head, just like his mother touched him countless times when he was young He does.

"What's wrong."

One, two, three, four, five... Twenty.

Cong Liangmo counted to twenty, and let go of Cong'an's waist, she still didn't hate it, she hugged Cong'an, she didn't hate when Cong'an touched her head, but she counted twenty in silence - still her heart was still like water.

There is absolutely no urge to start talking or even want to be cheap as soon as he touches Da Bo'er.

"Brother." Congliang scratched his head and smiled, with a particularly relaxed smile, "I'm fine, go to sleep, I was just startled by my own shadow in the corridor."

The author has something to say: System: Do you like Cong Ann?

Congliang: I hugged, but I didn't like it.

Jiang Yin: Say another **** thing, who are you hugging? !

Congliang System (shaking hands wildly): No no no no no no no...