MTL - Scumbags Follow the Good System-Chapter 88 Juvenile Delinquent in Shura Field

The two were laughing and laughing, but neither of them could bear to hurt the other. Jiang Yin pinched a few times before laughing, "No, no," Jiang Yin laughed for a while, and then rubbed his belly with a serious face. "You can really save it in the future..."

Cong Liang had already held back his laughter, but when he heard the words, he couldn't hold back, and burst out for a while, haha, Jiang Yin was still weak, and he didn't know that he was too violent, so he felt uncomfortable, but this serious plan If you want to save it in the future, it's really cute.

When the two finally had enough laughing, they went back to the bedroom. The room was quiet. Under the dim floor lamp, the two sleeping people hugged each other, quiet and warm.

Early the next morning, Cong Liang deliberately changed into a long skirt with a pair of long johns inside, and went to Cong'an's bathroom to pick up hairspray, which was considered to be meticulously soothing her habitually fluttering hair. Jiang Yinze directly rubbed Cong Liang's head a few times, and then dipped it in some water, and the long stubble stood up coquettishly.

According to the laws of this country in this world, men and women can register when they are 18 years old and both parents agree. Jiang Yin has no father or mother. People don't need to ask anyone's consent, they don't have anything and they don't need to issue any pre-nuptial property certificates. They directly take their ID cards and household registration books, and go to the door of the civil affairs hall early to wait.

Cong An had already made breakfast in the morning, but neither of them ate it. It was just after 7:30 in the morning. He bought steamed buns and soy milk fried cakes on the side of the road, and sat at the door of the hall waiting for the door to open.

The marriage registration office opened at eight in the morning. Jiang Yin leaned back against the door of the Civil Affairs Hall, carrying his and Congliang's documents in his arms, and was eating a hot bun in his mouth, but he couldn't taste it at all. , I can't even feel the heat, just like a pair of eyes glued to Cong Liang's body.

Like a dream, everything made him unbelievable. It only took a few months. The hatred when he first saw this woman will soon form a family with her, or a family with legal benefits. Jiang Yin's heart is full. All sour and joyful.

Even in the early winter of this city, the wind in the morning is not harsh. The glass door against which the back is facing is facing the sun, and it is still warm. In the past, she turned over her calf-like hairstyle.

Jiang Yin bit the bun's hand for a while, and couldn't bear to look directly. He stretched out his hand to pull Cong Liangpa over, but when he saw his empty little finger and ring finger, he seemed to be pulled back into that chaotic night.

He was screamed and dragged in front of him to block the knife by a woman with few pieces of cloth hanging all over her body. The order they were given at the time was to clean up the woman. The woman's unsightly photos were circulated by those hooligans, and the green Liu Dashao, who became a farmer, told them not to worry, just leave a sigh of relief.

But Jiang Yin never fought with a woman. He was taking advantage of the chaos, and he was staring at someone who was similar in size to him. The melee is just like this. With many feet on the boat, he turned directly into the gutter, and the screaming and screaming of being beaten was not pitiful at all.

He didn't know when the woman rubbed behind him, and he didn't know how he was pulled to block the knife. Two fingers rolled on the ground, leaving him no time to worry about fighting, so he lowered his head and slammed his fingers. He passed out. Jiang Yin had never eaten this kind of loss. At that time, he scolded this woman for the eighteenth generation of her ancestors. At that time, he thought, let him meet again.

Later, it was the juvenile management center, and inexplicably appeared a woman who kept a crush on him, and threw money for his little rich woman... Jiang Yin didn't know when it started, so he couldn't take his eyes away from this inexplicable woman, so much that he knew She was the **** who made him drop his finger and enter the juvenile detention center. The first reaction was not hatred, but fear. She was afraid that the woman would give him money to entangle him, and they were all teasing him.

He has never played, and he can't afford it either. Jiang Yin is extremely glad that he didn't control himself and dragged this woman into that dark private room, showing his heart in confusion and despair, falling in love with a **** He didn't think so, but when he fell in love and didn't dare to go, he was really cowardly.

I'm so glad.

Jiang Yin sighed, stretched out his hand with three fingers, and turned back the piece of Cong Liang's hair, using too much sticky hairspray...

Now this woman is about to have a home with him. He has longed for a home since he was very young, but has always been out of reach. All Jiang Yin's senses go to an unknown place to revel, leaving only a shell to support himself in the mechanical support. He looked dumbfounded, his lips were hot and red, and the tip of his tongue was numb, all the way to his heart.

After eight o'clock, the door opened. Cong Liang dumped the unfinished breakfast on the side of the road to feed her stray dog ​​for a long time, and grabbed Jiang Yin to enter the door. When the staff saw that they came in to register their marriage, they even joked , From the good smile, Jiang Yin smiled stiffly throughout the whole process.

"What's the matter with you?" Taking a one-inch photo, Congliang tilted his head to Jiang Yin's shoulder and whispered, "This is a photo to be affixed to the marriage certificate, can you stop laughing as if you were forced to be Mrs. Yazhai by the bandits. daughter-in-law?"

Jiang Yin was pinched on the waist, barely regaining his senses, but when he came back, something was wrong. He turned his head and kissed Congliang's face, making the photographers who pressed the shutter amused.

In the end, two sets of photos were taken. One was sitting upright and smiling and pasted on the marriage certificate, and the other was Jiang Yin who kissed her as if he was wandering, but the face was obsessed, and they were washed out. The whole row of Cong Liang was stuffed in her purse, the red background was terribly dirty, and the small boxy photo showed Jiang Yin kissing her with his eyes closed.

-Who said love is something you can't see or touch?

Holding the two little red books in their hands, when they came out of the marriage registration office, Cong Liangzhen couldn't help but sigh, "Marriage is really cheap, less than a hundred yuan..."

Jiang Yin followed Congliang like a little puppet, letting Congliang pinched and pinched on the bus, only staring at the little red in his hand.

Congliang can't be happy either. She has thrown away her status as a queen mother for three lifetimes. She can only have no name and no distinction. She has a married name all her life. She finally "has a system" in this life. In other words, the two people with their detached eyes and erratic eyes would not be able to tell that they came together if they hadn't occasionally turned their heads in a very tacit understanding, and kissed with wickedness and no one else.

The two took a bus to the door of a market, and Jiang Yin jumped out of the car with Jiang Yin from Liang, passed through a large row of stalls selling vegetables and fresh meat and aquatic products, and turned onto a small road with dense residential buildings.

Dianliang dragged Jiang Yin through an early-morning stall that was closing, avoiding the students in school uniforms who slept and slammed their bicycles in a gust of wind, and the little thieves on the wires were chattering, until they stopped in front of a small window. Jiang Yin was finally pulled back to his sanity hanging in the air by the strong breath of life.

Congliang looked nervously at Jiang Yin's expression, his hand when he took out the door key was trembling, Jiang Yin was stunned around the surrounding, noisy alleys, busy people, he seemed to have fallen into a dream, opened his mouth for a long time , turned his head to see Congliang's look full of anticipation, tears welling up in his eyes without warning.

It's really... so useless, Jiang Yin smeared his face and thought of self-loathing.

"Very good..." Jiang Yin knew what Congliang wanted to ask, but couldn't wipe the water stains off his face, so he hugged Congliang and hid his head on Congliang's shoulder, "I like it here! I like it very much!"

The most ordinary life may be noisy, busy and poor, but it was a dream he once wanted to see, and now this dream is being held in front of him by the person he likes, how can he not be excited.

Congliang didn't cry, but smiled slowly. She stretched out her hand and wrapped her arms around Jiang Yin's waist. She breathed a sigh of relief in her heart. Da Baoer liked it, and she picked it right.

The two hugged for a while, Jiang Yin wiped his face, red eyes and ears, embarrassed to urge Congliang to open the door, Congliang opened the door, and took Jiang Yin in for a walk, she found someone to pierce the wall facing the street, and it was safe. The floor-to-ceiling windows, next to the floor-to-ceiling windows are a row of glass display cabinets, and there is a small window above the cabinets that can talk and collect money, passers-by do not need to come in, as long as they can buy and sell across the window.

The inside is not big, and both walls are hung from the display cabinets, and even the lights with beautiful colors are installed. The glass cabinets, if the lights are turned on, and exquisite cakes are placed, it will definitely attract appetite.

Behind the front hall is the kitchen. All the utensils are bought in sets from well-known sellers. There is also a small compartment. In the corner is a machine that can choose coffee and fresh milk with a coin. The wheeled sofa bed can be pushed and rested anywhere. It can be said that the "software" is ready for everything, and it only needs Jiang Yin's "hardware" to open the door.

Jiang Yin was excitedly circling back and forth inside and outside the house. Cong Liang stood in front of the warm sunny glass window and watched him turn four times before finally walking towards her.

He was picked up by surprise, Jiang Yin held her and circled around the open space in the house, from Liang Liang was afraid that Jiang Yin would turn around and then throw her away, all four circles were full of glass, and he wanted to pee nervously, and Jiang Yin's mouth remained in his mouth for a while. After a while, the whistle will sticky and call her sister, like crazy with joy.

"You don't need to go to school anymore." Jiang Yin finally put down Congliang and hugged him tightly.

"Ah?" Cong Liang stiffened and pushed Jiang Yin away a little, "Why? Don't you want to go back on your words..."

"You don't need to go to school," Jiang Yin said. "Selling cakes and bread in this place, what else do you need to learn? What I learned is enough."

Congliang raised her eyebrows, "Is it true or false?" She had learned for a long time, and the things she made could only be hung outside and given away for nothing.

"You still don't believe me?!" Jiang Yin shook his head with bright eyes, "When I was in school, the pastry teacher often praised me."

Congliang liked Jiang Yin's stinky and particularly sullen appearance, and he followed his words and said, "If you really do it, I will feed in, and no one will buy what you make..."

"Impossible!" Jiang Yin tapped Congliang's forehead, "Let's go home now... Let's go back and sell something, and I'll make a cake for you to try."

"Okay." Cong Liang grabbed Jiang Yin's finger and nibbled at the tip of his finger, his eyes sticking to Jiang Yin's body, half joking and half serious: "What if it doesn't taste good?"

Jiang Yin let Congliang nibble on his fingertips, and a small pimple suddenly appeared on his back. His ears were red and he wanted to throw it away, but he couldn't. There was a warm yellow in front of my eyes, and my voice was very gentle, "Then I'll give you... something delicious." Me.

The author has something to say: Oh heh! I'm here _(:з」∠)_

Jiang Yin: It is impossible to save it, it is impossible in this life.