Chapter 50 kitchen knife

In the afternoon, Murong Qingyun called Ye Rou and asked her to report to Baiweixuan. He has agreed with Bai Weixuan's lobby manager that she can work smoothly as long as she goes. At the other end of the phone, she hesitated and wanted him to accompany her. Murong Qingyun understood her thoughts and decided to be cruel once in order to better exercise her.

After hanging up the phone, Ye Rou's eyes focused on Ye Jing and said, "Jingjing, can you accompany me to a place?"

Ye Jing, who looked at the beautiful nightdress on her, casually asked, "Where are you going?"

Ye Rou told the truth: "Mr. Murong found a part-time job for me. In the afternoon, I need to report there.

Ye Jing said helplessly, "In the afternoon, I still need military training, so I can't accompany you. Sister, why is Mr. Murong so kind to you?

"Fate." Ye Rou added: "The first time he came to inspect our girl's dormitory, I bumped into him. This is probably arranged by God!"

There were only two sisters in the dormitory, and his roommate Li Yuan went to visit his good friend, so Ye Jing asked boldly, "Do you like Mr. Murong a little?"

I took a look at Ye Rou, who was almost as beautiful as me, and suddenly lowered my head. I felt hot on my face and said shyly, "I don't know!" She raised her head slowly and lost her eyes. The woman said to herself, "Mr. Murong has a fiancee. He and I may be fruitless."

As a twin sister, Ye Jing is naturally a channel of heart: "Sister, tell the truth. I don't agree with you to have any emotional relationship with a poor teacher. With the beauty of our two sisters, it is completely possible to marry into a rich family. Famous cars, luxury houses, jewelry... The life of superiors is the right way.

Ye Rou took her sister's hand and kindly reminded her, "Jingjing, your idea is extremely dangerous. We should marry a man who loves him and he loves me.

Ye Jing shook off her hand, yawned, and completely disagreed: "You go to pursue your so-called love. No one will stop you, but you don't care about my affairs. Eighteen years of poverty have made me feel pain and suffering since I came to our poor family. I don't want to be poor for the rest of my life.

When the two sisters were about to argue, Li Yuan went back to the dormitory happily. Seeing that Ye Jing's beautiful nightdress was well praised, which greatly satisfied her vanity. Everything was fine, and the three of them went to bed separately. Ye Rou is still wearing the 20 yuan nightdress that Ye's mother bought for her at the stall in the night market several years ago. At that time, Ye Rou was happy to get it, and Ye Jing was full of anger.

Murong Qingyun, who returned to the dormitory, looked at the two sacks of information and was a little depressed. It's really hard to find my hard-working little bee in the world. Sister Qiu Wei is also really "stingy" to the extreme. Every time he is asked to do similar work, he is not paid. Murong Qingyun felt that he was mute and couldn't say anything about his suffering.

Sitting on the chair, he recalled that he had contributed and paid for so many years that he often couldn't get a good word from Qiu Wei. If it hangs on his mouth, I must not be Sister Qiu Wei's own child. It must be the abandoned baby she picked up from there. Whenever he said this, Murong Qiuwei was not angry at all and told him to find his relatives quickly. She often sings two classic old songs happily to express that she can get rid of him as a debt collector in his last life. Often at this time, Murong Qingyun can see his mother's smile and good mood, and he is quite depressed.

If he says he is going to run away from home, go find his rich father. Murong Qiuwei was as excited as a drug, took the initiative to help him pack his clothes, told him to go quickly, and even took out a large amount of money for his travel expenses. At this time, Murong Qingyun even wanted to die. He can't do anything about his mother. He absolutely believes that it is his own mother. My heart is like a mirror, and I want Sister Qiu Wei to hold him with tears. I guess there will be no moment when the end of the world comes.

Murong Qingyun held a large pile of information from a sack and put it on the computer table, full of complaints. He only dared to scold his mother behind his back as a mouse, and could only oppress and bully himself. She said that she was angry outside and went home to vent her anger on him to find a balance. However, the person who can be angry with Murong Qiuwei in the world will definitely not be found in Hedong City, nor in the whole province. It should be difficult to find in the whole country. It is estimated that a few people in the world can be found.

Complaining is nothing but something needs to be done. Murong Qingyun sat on the chair and looked at it wholeheartedly. He completely left the meeting in the department behind. In fact, even if I know it, I won't go. The dean said that it was all about the topic of tying cowhide and cowhide. It's nothing new. I just want to sleep. It's better to go back to the dormitory to read the information. As a result of not participating, the worst thing is to deduct dozens or hundreds of yuan. It hurts to delay Sister Qiu Wei's business. Dozens and hundreds of words should be added to the back. Just thinking about it hurts.

After a few hours, Murong Qingyun, who was too involved, was shocked by the ringing of his mobile phone and cursed. The damn thing picked up the phone and said a little unhappyly, "That? What's the matter? Say it."

"Damn it, you took gunpowder! What's so fierce?" Yang Mengmeng complained.

Murong Qingyun, who heard Yang Mengmeng's voice, suddenly said pleasantly, "You haven't seen me for a while today. Do you miss me?"

"I miss you, you big-headed man. Don't think that the thing you hit other people's little buttocks last night is just like this! I reserve the right to complain to Qiuwei's mother. Now, my buttocks still hurt a little!" Yang Mengmeng was alone in the corner of the corridor and touched her buttocks.

"Today, as long as you can sit down, it's enough to prove that you have nothing." Murong Qingyun leaned back and leaned his back on the chair and said, "Tonight, after we go to bed, I will make up for you as my debt."

"The stinky big pervert." Yang Mengmeng's delicate little face blushed slightly and said, "I'm reminding you to buy 3D movie tickets for Harry Potter 7 (Part 2)."

"Understand." Murong Qingyun put his feet on the computer table and said.

"You must buy it. Don't fool me into saying that movie tickets are sold out." Yang Mengmeng added.

After Murong Qingyun agreed, he hung up the phone with a smile on his face and waved his head, feeling that the little girl was starting to learn to be smarter. It seems that the fastest way to grow is to step into society to participate in work, learn to grow in the exploitation and exploitation between people, competition and struggle.

A few "dong-dong" doors rang, and Murong Qingyun got up to open the door. Bai Bing stood outside the door with deep affection in her eyes. Before Murong Qingyun could react, she had thrown him in, and then her mouth attacked and kicked the door back and closed it. Bai Bing, who had first tasted the forbidden fruit of human nature, slowly fell in love with the feeling of soul out of the body.

While dealing with Murong Qingyun, she retreated. After all, she completely pressed the center of gravity of her whole body. After a few steps back, she pressed him heavily on **, pulled his clothes and kissed him on the neck. Murong Qingyun suddenly felt that he had been raped.

As he asked for it, he said helplessly, "Don't be so lustful, okay? To be honest, I still suspect that the film you lost that night was man-made.

The thunderous white ice pounded Murong Qingyun's chest and cursed, "Murong Qingyun, you are not a person. You are a beast. Do you want to mention your trousers? If you dare to do that, I won't live."

She ran into the balcony, pulled out a kitchen knife and trotted back to Murong Qingyun. When he saw Bai Bing's posture, he was a little shocked and defended, "I'm just talking!"

Bai Bing, who pointed a kitchen knife at Murong Qingyun, said angrily, "What's wrong with you? Just talk about me. You don't doubt her so much! You have no conscience."

Murong Qingyun looked at the emotional Bai Bing with a sincere face and said in an apologetic voice, "I'm sorry, I was wrong. If you have something to say, let's say it well. Why use a knife?"

Bai Bing, who was still angry, threw the kitchen knife to the ground and cried without any warning, "I'm just a little enthusiastic about you, and you doubt my chastity. Whoo... you son of a bitch..."

Murong Qingyun, who did not dare to talk back, picked up the knife from the ground in silence and said with a smiling face, "Don't cry. Outsiders can't hear it well."

Bai Bing, who was desperate, did not mean to lower her crying voice at all. Instead, she raised her voice and cried more fiercely. According to Murong Qingyun's long-term experience of "fighting" with Yang Mengmeng, it is useless to persuade her to encounter such a thing. It will only "encourage" her to cry more. Pretend to be indifferent, he took the kitchen knife to the sink, washed the knife, wiped it clean, and put it back in place. After all, things with iron are dangerous and it is not good to hurt him or her.

Bai Bing looked at Murong Qingyun not coming to coax herself. The more she cried, the more she felt bored. She sat on his lap and said aggrievedly, "Bastard, you shouldn't doubt me."

The helpless Murong Qingyun said objectively, "In front of me, you are so** that I have to think about it! The effect of the original goods and the assembled goods is the same, and there is no way to judge it at all.

Bai Bing, who didn't shed tears, explained, "Aren't you men the most ** woman, the kitchen, and the hall? I am a woman who is completely in line with your aesthetic views.