Song Wenchuan walked straight out the door as if he had never heard of it.
Zhou Manli couldn't see her precious daughter being wronged, so her expression darkened immediately, "A Chuan! There are still guests at home, why are you going out at night? Didn't you hear your sister said that she brought you a gift?"
Song Wenchuan frowned and turned around, Song Jingwan looked at him tearfully, pinching the hem of her skirt with both hands, looking expectant and pitiful.
"Come here yet?" Song Rui ordered, frowning.
"Brother..." Song Jingwan begged in a low voice.
Everyone was waiting for him, Song Wenchuan pursed his thin lips slightly, at this moment, he heard movement from outside the door.
The petite girl is dragging a huge 27-inch suitcase, and is preparing to climb the stairs with difficulty.
He frowned, strode over, and said in a cold voice, "Song Yaoyao, are you a fool?" Would you call someone if you couldn't move
Song Yaoyao was dragging her suitcase when she heard someone calling her a fool.
She looked over with a sullen face. The young man was wearing a gray casual T-shirt and looked somewhat similar to Zhou Manli. He was staring at her displeasedly.
From memory, he is the eldest son of the Song family, Song Wenchuan.
"Give me the suitcase, how clumsy you are." He had a dark face and a cold voice.
Song Yaoyao leaned away, avoiding his hand, and rolled her eyes at him, her voice was colder than his: "No need."
After all, she easily lifted the huge 27-inch suitcase with one hand, walked up the stairs in two or three steps, and put it on the ground with a bang.
Song Wenchuan: "..."
The corner of his mouth twitched, and before he could react, the petite girl had already walked past him.
The attitude is cold, not cowardly.
Song Wenchuan's expression was indescribable, and when he turned around, he saw Song Yaoyao walking through the living room with an indifferent expression, without saying a word.
Zhou Manli sneered, "You've grown up, and you can't even bark when you come back? Are you dumb?"
Song Rui obviously saw Huo Ningxi frowning, and immediately gave Zhou Manli a warning look, "Okay, the child is tired and wants to rest, why are you talking so much?"
Song Jingwan hurriedly stood up from the sofa, and said softly to Song Yaoyao's back: "Yaoyao, don't go back to the room in a hurry, sit down and eat something first! Put the suitcase first, and ask someone to carry it for you later—er —”
Before the words were finished, everyone watched Song Yaoyao pick up the oversized suitcase with one hand and step up the stairs step by step. His figure quickly disappeared around the corner.
Song Wenchuan frowned silently, feeling that there seemed to be something different about Song Yaoyao.
Except the same words less gloomy.
Song Jingwan smiled awkwardly, "I didn't expect Yaoyao to be so strong..."
"If she wants to carry it by herself, let her carry it. The yin and yang eccentricity of the day, who owes her!"
Zhou Manli snorted coldly, patted Song Jingwan on the shoulder, and asked her to sit down again.
But then, Song Jingwan was obviously a little absent-minded. Knowing daughter Mo Ruomu, Zhou Manli saw that Song Rui and Huo Ningxi wanted to talk happily, so she dragged Song Jingwan back to the room.
As soon as she entered the door, Song Jingwan threw herself into Zhou Manli's arms, her tears were like broken beads, her shoulders trembled slightly, "Mom!"
"What's wrong, Wanwan? Don't cry, don't cry first... Oh my baby, you're crying so much that my mother's heart is going to break." Zhou Manli quickly patted Song Jingwan on the back, "What's the matter? Did that stinky girl bully you?" ? Don't be afraid, if you have something to tell mom, mom will teach her a lesson for you!"
Song Jingwan was buried in Zhou Manli's arms, a cold light flashed in her eyes.