Scumbags Follow the Good System: Chapter 61 Juvenile Delinquent in Shura Field

This is the first time Jiang Yin has carefully looked at Congliang. He hasn't had time to experience any love and love, and he still can't understand the deep affection in Congliang's eyes.

But he was looked at by this kind of eyes, listened to Congliang's sleepless sleep and asked questions, still restlessly picked up his ticklish place and pinched, but he didn't feel Congliang at all. Malicious, but also inexplicably appreciate the warmth of the orphanage's old dean touching his head and whispering softly when he was very young.

In those eyes, he had seen it in others like a flower in the fog for countless times, but he had never tasted the doting, and his "going out" for the sake of the youth was taken over and pressed on the warm water. In the middle, Jiang Yin rubbed his nose cautiously.

Instead of directly reaching out to pick up the little yellow bag that had the money in it, he took over a large pile of bags slung over Cong Liang's other arm—all of which were bought for him.

Jiang Yin bowed his head like a sullen donkey, and gave Congliang's tenderness wrapped in honey to Xiao Qingshui, whose head was stunned and stuck to his scalp, and pouted helplessly.

Jiang Yin grabbed his neck and carried the things into his hands. Forced by the owner's embarrassed desire to sew in the ground, he glanced at the underpants that Congliang had bought for him in the bag. The black and white flowers of the thorn cow style are displayed on the top of the bag, and the unsatisfactory face is silently red.

It wasn't until the two got into the taxi again that Jiang Yin found an opportunity to put his hand into the bag and quietly stuffed the little cow's underwear under the bag.

Congliang has been observing Jiang Yin's every move. Of course, he saw his little gestures that he wanted to hide. He rubbed his itchy palms, and rubbed a hand on his chest. In Yin's ear, the mouthful mouth is hooligan.

"It's not just the cow flower," Cong Liang lowered his voice, "there's also a little rabbit, and a baby elephant, that baby elephant..."

Jiang Yin's skin is thin, and he is quite white when he was born. This will change with Congliang's "Animal Science" face, and his face will change to red and colorful. He doesn't know what unpleasant bastard's words he hears, and even he is now "selling himself to others". "Xiao Qing'er" forgot all about it, and pushed Cong Liang's head away, and let out a roar that pierced through the sky.

"roll!!"

The driver's hand holding the steering wheel trembled in fright. Congliang smiled sullenly. He stopped provoking the little tomatoes that would explode when touched, leaned his head back on the cushion, and slipped Jiang Yin's fingers through the bag. Find.

Congliang, the police station, came to the police station for the first time in his life together. In the afternoon, there was no nervousness like in TV dramas. Calls came in at any time, and there was no group of little brothers in neat police uniforms sitting upright. The scene of waiting for the night at the desk.

When Liang Liang followed Jiang Yin in, he saw a police uncle who should be over forty years old, nodding straight to the door, his eyes closed, and he was dozing off.

Jiang Yin seemed to be familiar with the road at first glance. Cong Liang watched him tap the table lightly with his knuckles, and after waking up the police uncle, he made it clear what he was here for, and filled out a document that he did not know. Lying down on the table, he wrote very seriously.

The tight waistline and the plump waist below the thighs go up, poking like this, it can be said that the scenery is unique, the bones have not been stretched, and the buttocks are bare, don't you feel heavy when walking?

But soon her attention was drawn away by Jiang Yin's way of doing things like a 27-year-old adult who did not look like seventeen at all. Since entering this room, Jiang Yin has been negotiating with the police in an orderly manner. After filling out the form, I was waiting for the police and the little girl's adoptive parents to call.

Cong Liang looked very attentive, Jiang Yin's little anxiety between his eyebrows, and the impatience of rubbing the barrel of the pen were all seen by her, and she cared about the little girl, so Cong Liang couldn't help rolling his eyes.

Just at this moment, Jiang Yin looked back at her. The huge white eyes were directly on Jiang Yin's body. Jiang Yin's back suddenly straightened with a slightly curved back. After a while, he put the pen down, looked around, dragged He passed a stool and placed it in front of Cong Liang.

"That..." Jiang Yin frowned briefly.

Cong Liang quickly and smartly answered, "Just call my sister!"

"...Sister," Jiang Yin's movement seemed to be caused by rubbing his back molars, with seven dissatisfaction and eight dissatisfaction, "You wait here, the adoptive parents of Xiao Bell will come over and pay... Give it to them, withdraw the case, and the little bell will be released next month."

Cong Liang nodded, then sat down like a flow, looking at Jiang Yin.

Jiang Yin's lips moved a few times, and Cong Liang guessed that he wanted to say thank you or something, but he was embarrassed to be stared at by Cong Liang after holding it for a long time, so he didn't say anything. I heard the police call.

When he turned around, although he didn't make a sound, Cong Liang clearly saw Jiang Yin muttered from his mouth shape, "Look at the fart."

Just look at the fart, you little fart.

"Well, well, come here as soon as possible, the other party is here to compensate how much, you can meet and negotiate, that's it."

The police hung up the phone, and the meeting time was set at 4:30, with more than an hour to wait.

The sun shone in diagonally through the glass door. Cong Liang was so excited last night that he was going to pick up Jiang Yin today, so he didn't sleep much. The sun would follow her ankles and climb on her, because it was In the afternoon, there was also a layer of glass doors, and it was not too warm, so it was very comfortable.

Congliang squinted his eyes, just like the police uncle who entered the door within two minutes, he started to nod, and in his narrowed eyes, Jiang Yin was sitting on the edge of the table and looking out the window. Truly her lover.

Lazy Liang glanced in the direction of Jiang Yin's gaze again, and outside the window of the police station was a solid wall with a fart looking good.

In fact, Jiang Yin is looking at such a wall. He is not old enough to sigh in life, but he feels that the children coming out of the orphanage are a bit like the scene in front of him. There is no beautiful scenery outside the window, not what they want. Everything was red and green, but even if the window was transparent, they couldn't help but want to push it open. Even if they were facing a wall, they had to slap the blood on their scalps to believe it.

Adopted, retired, changed hands and given away, their childhoods lived like cats and dogs, and their futures are also a bit like such a wall, blocking everything they want, so that nothing can be seen. sky light.

He himself was adopted once, and because he was not smart and could not learn the piano that the hostess liked, serious quarrels often broke out. At that time, he was only ten years old. When he was returned, he blamed himself for a long time. It was because he was not smart enough. He secretly memorized piano scores for a long time, and practiced with his fingers clumsily hanging in the void. He always felt that as long as he mastered it, he could have a home.

Xiao Lingdang's adoptive parents are very wealthy people. When she was adopted, everyone in the yard envied her, but Jiang Yin knew that Xiao Lingdang was in that house, not as good as a dog raised by the hostess. There is a biological son who has a disease that cannot be stopped as long as he bleeds.

Little Bell was adopted because her blood type was the same as that of the hostess's son. She was not playing the role of a daughter, but a living blood cow.

It was only a moment when the boy's thoughts became melancholy. Jiang Yin retracted his gaze from the damp wall that was still cold even in midsummer. When he turned his head, he saw that he was bathing in the sun, and he was constantly dozing off.

Between half-sleep and half-awake, her good eyebrows and eyes relaxed and softened, her long black hair covered half of her face, and the afternoon sun covered her body, giving her a dreamlike edge. Yin looked at the cold wall for a long time, and the limbs that were gradually cold, couldn't help but walk in this direction.

Congliang didn't know how hard she was going to sleep, but God mercifully gave her a soft light filter in front of her beloved eldest baby. Her brows and eyes could stop the fierce appearance of the child's cry at night. Under this layer of warm yellow halo, it was hazy and gentle.

It also specially attracts the wandering little guy who is thrashing in the homeless gutter.

I don’t know if the public security in this city is really that awesome. At this time, apart from the buzzing of the computer, the police uncle occasionally talks in a low voice, or clicks the mouse, and there is not even a call to the police. It's quiet.

Jiang Yin rushed to the sun and moved to Congliang, his hands were raised and hung on top of Congliang's head, but he didn't know what he was trying to do. : Am I trying to play her like a piano?

Before Jiang Yin's sneer at him took shape, he smelled the familiar cold smell on his man from his good sleep, closed his eyes and instinctively searched for the aroma, put the dog's head close to him, and rubbed it intimately.

Jiang Yin froze into a dead wood lump on the spot, Congliang tilted his head, leaned against his waist, and slapped him and changed his color like a chameleon. Congliang woke up, but he still didn't move, allowing Congliang's breath to be sprayed on his waist, and the warmth spread along the thin fabric and goose bumps under his clothes.

Jiang Yin turned his back to the police uncles and faced Congliang. His dangling hands were hanging down. He wanted to put a hand on Congliang's shoulders, but after a long time, he seemed to be rusted. The warm current of breathing is still raging, Jiang Yin's goosebumps are running down the back of his spine, and his mind is just at the door of the mall, when Liang Yi's eyes looked at him...

"Squeak-" I don't know which police uncle rubbed his stool on the ground.

Jiang Yin pressed Congliang's shoulder and pushed him to the back as if he had been electrocuted.

He quickly took two steps back, turned and sat down where he filled out the form just now, but instead of looking at the wall outside the window, he pinched a pen and stared at it.

He has always been the most resistant to physical contact with others, but he agreed to let them soak in. Jiang Yin stared at the small words on the pen and thought: It doesn't seem to be that difficult.

The author has something to say: Congliang: Little cows, little rabbits, and little elephants, little elephant trunks...

Jiang Yin: Get out!

After eating the marrow and knowing the taste together.

Jiang Yin: Do you want a big cow, a big rabbit, or an elephant tonight?

Cong Liang... When can we switch back to the human channel?