Falling in Love with My Deskmate's Mother

Song Jinhe had heard her deskmate talk about her baby mother countless times. When the mistress comes to the top, she is green tea, cunning, vicious, pretentious, and does one thing in front of her and another behind her back. Until an unexpected bet happened, she came to tutor her deskmate, and finally met the legendary evil stepmother. A loose gray sweater wrapped around her charming figure. Her slender waist was softer than a flower stem and seemed to break in the palm of her hand when pinched. Her eyes were misty and watery, filled with melancholy, and he always called her softly: "Little classmate." Old-fashioned and old-fashioned. She misunderstood that Song Jinhe was a special student admitted to the work-study program, and she felt strange pity and sympathy for her. Not only did she secretly stuff her with tuition fees, but she also gave her a fruit plate during class breaks, and found various reasons to let her eat. She even had a share of the bento that she usually gave to her classmates. But Song Jinhe had more delusions. She blocked the person in the corridor and forcibly kissed her, pressed her down on the desk to tie her hands, held her hand under the dining table, and even her favorite garden was flattened by them. Doesn't she like to be someone else's mother? Song Jinhe called her mother in her ear again and again. The man was timid, always with tears in his eyes, and emphasized over and over again: "You can't tell Jiajia that you are her only friend." "She will be angry and uncomfortable." "This can't be done." Her frequent visits caused rumors to spread, and even her deskmate herself misunderstood, and took advantage of the opportunity to be alone to express her feelings. Song Jinhe listened to her words, but his eyes stopped outside the half-open door. Someone was hiding by the wall, covering his mouth with one hand, crying until his body was shaking. Didn't you say you wouldn't tell her? Why did you cling to yourself so tightly at night, crying and repeating over and over again that you are mine and mine alone? Song Jinhe bit her most sensitive earlobe harshly, and smiled softly: "Then will mom be my only mother?" Intention: Be positive and live hard