Chapter 64: Sixty-four gangsters

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The infirmary is very simple. It should be a combination with a small library. On one side, there are three yellow wooden cabinets that are peeled off and filled with books. On the other side, a curtain is opened. A medicine rack is placed behind the curtain, which is used as medicine. Room.
Song Yehe stood at the door, his eyes fell on the man sitting at the window. He looked indifferent, and cleaned the wound on his hand at random. He did not wipe even the medicine and wine after disinfection. La La's open.
"Don't you wrap a gauze?"
After bearing it, Song Yehe still couldn't hold back his voice.
Xiao Yuanmu raised his eyes to look at him, and when he fell on his slightly wrinkled eyebrows, he blinked suddenly and asked, "Do you think I killed the dog?"
Song Yi and Yi Yi, the words of the little boy just came to mind.
Before, he only contacted the easy-going and kind dean and the lively and cheerful Yuan, because he subconsciously thought that the welfare home is like this. Although there is no loved one, the overall environment is indeed harmonious and warm.
But the smashed stone just now, and the little boy's calmness as a matter of course, made him deeply realize for the first time what kind of environment Xiao Yuanmu grew up in.
The young Xiao Yuanmu was holding the puppy, the body of the puppy after being killed, the blood on Xiao Yuanmu's body, and the vigilant and doubtful eyes of the people around him, all of which formed a clear picture in Song Yi and his mind. , And then combined with the indifferent Xiao Yuanmu in front of him.
The evening light didn't enter Xiao Yuanmu's dark eyes. Song Xunhe pouted his lips and felt that this moment seemed to have met him. At the moment when the sun completely went down, he turned on the light switch at hand.
The medical room lit up, and Song Yunhe asked Xiao Yuanmu, "Do you like dogs?"
Xiao Yuanmu was stunned by the light that suddenly lit. He heard Song Yunhe's question and gave him a meaningful look. When he met his clean eyes, he suddenly knew what he was thinking.
For some reason, he felt a little funny, and he also chuckled and asked, "Do you believe me?"
Then he asked, "Why?"
Song Xuan blinked in confusion and said, "I didn't say I believe you, I just asked you whether you like dogs."
The smile was just a flash in the pan, Xiao Yuanmu's expression returned to coldness: "I don't like it."
"That's fine." Song Yan shrugged his shoulders in disappointment, turned around and hugged a little humming dog outside the door, and said, "I originally wanted to raise it for you when I picked it up. I ’m not interested in raising these little things, and since you do n’t like them, I put them back in.

Xiao Yuanmu didn't look at Song Xihe's expression, and fell his gaze on the little ears exposed in his wrist, then moved his eyes away: "Let's go back."
"Why not give these children in the orphanage?" Song Zhenghe suggested: "I think those kids really like puppies."
"No." Xiao Yuanmu's voice was cold, and he directly rejected the proposal.
Song Yan and raised eyebrows: "Why?"
The little milk dog got out of his head and lay on Song Xihe's arm, crying milkily, a pair of black eyes stared at Xiao Yuanmu, and looked curiously.
Xiao Yuanmu frowned, walked to Song Ye and beside him, without looking at the puppy in his arms, said lightly: "This dog will not live here for a week."
Song Ye and the dog holding his hand were rigid, this time without asking why.
"Let's go." Xiao Yuanmu stepped out of the infirmary door and said, "It's time to eat."
"What about dogs?" Song Yanhe subconsciously glanced at him only with a small brown slap dog.
Just coming out of the play area, when he went down the road to the infirmary, he heard the sound of humming outside the wall, and was curious to go out again to see what it was. I didn't expect to find this little dog in the box. At that time, he had a clever idea. He was very clear about what Xiao Yuanmu was. Usually, when he got closer to him, his face would be worse, let alone holding things he didn't like. The little boy said that Xiao Yuanmu was holding a dog. When he was thinking, Xiao Yuanmu should like dogs, at least the dog he was holding at the time.
So when he saw this puppy, Song Xunhe felt that he had found a gift of thanks, and it was better to give anything. Xiao Yuanmu avoided the disaster of his blood, how could he not thank him in a single sentence.
In addition, he actually has some feelings of temptation. After all, people like Xiao Yuanmu don't look like pets. In his eyes, they like to have pets and can keep them well. A loving and responsible person, these two descriptions, the latter is not reluctant, but the former and Xiao Yuanmu he knows are not too close.
But in such a try, Song Yunhe was not sure if Xiao Yuanmu liked dogs, maybe he only liked the puppy at that time.
Thinking about it that way, Song Yehe didn't expect to give this dog to Xiao Yuanmu. After asking, he replied, "I'll take it home for one night, and I will send it to the adoption center tomorrow."
Xiao Yuanmu inadvertently looked down at Song Ye and the little milk dog with tongue in his arm. The little milk dog sniffed and was very excited: "Wang!"
When he arrived at the cafeteria, the dean saw Song Yun and the puppy in his hand and asked. He heard that he picked it up, smiled, and touched the puppy. "Then you need to take good care of it You see how much it likes you. "
Song Yan and Wei Yan, looked down at the little milk dog who was digging around in his clothes, and he didn't really like the character of small animals, but at this time, he saw the fluffy, chubby little milk dumplings The lively turmoil on him still felt a bit cute.
He bent his eyes slightly, and thought it would be good to take them home. Although he hadn't raised them, it was easy to find personal care.
The next instant that Song Yonghe thought about it, he suddenly felt that his thighs were hot, connected to his crotch, and stroked by a cold wind. Goosebumps went up with the smell of urine, making Song Yong and the smiling face instantly ironed. .
Seeing that Song Ye and his face were not right, the Dean asked with concern: "What's wrong?"
"Woohoo ..."
The little milk dog seemed to perceive that he had done something wrong and did not crawl around. He was so trembling that he moved his paw to Song Qian and the dry front side. He seemed to want to avoid the wet place, but he did n’t go much. Steady, one by one, stepping back and forth from time to time, rubbing on his suit pants before leaving a clean spot, leaving a drop of watermark.
Song Yan and his face turned greener. He has always loved to be clean since he was a child. He doesn't want to touch any dirty things. At this time, a dog urinated a pair of pants. The idea of ​​trying to raise a dog just disappeared. He was really not suitable for any pet. .
"Wang!"
A frightening cry sounded. Before Song Yinghe had responded, he saw the little milk dog falling from his leg. He reached out to pick it up, but was caught by the other hands stretched out from the side. .
Xiao Yuanmu had no expression, but his tone was a bit cold: "What are you thinking?"
Song Yanhe rolled his eyes: "My pants are wet, and I don't know I thought I'd pee ... I can't get angry?"
Xiao Yuanmu handed back the puppies in his hands, and Song Ye and Leng got up and hurriedly stood up, taking a step back: "Don't give it to me, hold it by yourself, this big beach on my leg ... how do I hold it it."
"Are you afraid it will pee on you again?" Xiao Yuanmu raised his eyes, with a ridiculous smile on his face.
"You care if I'm afraid." Song Yan and his lower body are wet, and the wet parts are embarrassing. At the moment, he is not in a good mood, but he will not be upset if he will not be angry with a small milk dog. clothes.
The dean also saw Song Yonghe's pants. Now it is winter. The canteen of the orphanage did not turn on the air conditioner to save electricity, but only covered the door with thick curtains. At this time, it was still cold. She was worried: "Xiao Song, You can't do this, it will be frozen later, Yuan Mu's room and his clothes, you should go and change him. "
Then the expressions of Song Yunhe and Xiao Yuanmu changed at the same time.
Song Zhenghe was shocked: "I don't need the dean, I just need to go back to change my clothes. I don't need to wear his clothes."
Xiao Yuanmu didn't want Song Xunhe to wear his clothes. In some ways, he also had some clean habit, but seeing Song Xun and such reluctance, he wanted to see Song Xun reluctantly wearing The look of his clothes.
"It takes at least 30 minutes to go back without traffic jams, and the traffic jam may take an hour and a half." Xiao Yuanmu's expression was very indifferent, it seemed that he was just explaining the best way he thought: "It's better to change clothes."
"Yes," the dean echoed. "The wet pants will definitely catch a cold if worn for more than an hour."
Song Yanhe didn't want to wear a pair of wet pants with ... After weighing the balance, he chose to wear Xiao Yuanmu's clothes.
Once again in Xiao Yuanmu's small bedroom that couldn't turn around, Xiao Yuanmu took out a pair of trousers from the closet and threw it to Song Yanhe and then rummaged inside.
Song Yanhe took the pants and frowned, "What are you turning?"
Xiao Yuanmu stood up and asked him lightly, "Are you wet in your underwear?"
Song Yihe: ...
His underwear must be wet, but he must not accept wearing other men's underwear!
"Or do you plan not to wear it?" Xiao Yuanmu held a pair of dark in his hand, his eyes turned around somewhere in his lower body, and suddenly he started at the corner of his mouth, summing up lightly: "It doesn't matter if you don't wear it. "
No man can stand this provocation!
Song Yan and ridiculed a sneer, and then opened his mouth to fight back: "Have anyone told you not to treat others by yourself, and you will know the ruler when you look at your underwear. It ’s the same whether you wear it too small, but if you think I'm the same, so I'm too deceiving. "
After speaking, he raised his chin, held his chest with both hands, and expressed the most disdainful attitude with the most disdainful gesture.
A few seconds later, Xiao Yuanmu also chuckled, and his bottomless eyes were dark and dull, and his voice was hoarse and muffled: "Am I big or small, didn't you know the first week with me?"
Song Xun and Hitomi Renton suddenly remembered the scene in which the system forced him to force Xiao Yuanmu to be pinched on his lap, almost at the same time when this scene appeared, his scalp was a little numb, a danger Intuition sprang up.
Xiao Yuanmu approached step by step: "Perhaps you still want to be sure and tell me what you just said is true or false?"
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