"Where, Auntie praised her. Jingwan has always had good grades, and our principal even praised her in public." Huo Ningxi smiled.
"No way, your grades are the first in the whole grade. Compared with you, I still have a lot to learn." Song Jingwan tucked her broken hair behind her ears, and stared at him adoringly, with shyness flashing in her eyes.
Huo Ningxi's eyes paused slightly, and the smile in his eyes deepened.
Seeing this, Zhou Manli and Song Rui looked at each other, and they both smiled with satisfaction.
Only Song Wenchuan stood up suddenly, said, "I'm sorry first," got up and walked towards the stairs.
Zhou Manli frowned, and stood up with her shawl folded, "Achuan, where are you going?!"
"I'm going to see Yaoyao."
After all, he left without looking back.
Song Jingwan saw it, bit her lower lip slightly and remained silent.
"Tuk-tuk-"
Song Yaoyao had just dried her hair, and the girl reflected in the mirror had black hair hanging down her waist like a waterfall. Her eyes are black and round, her nose is upturned and her lips are upturned, her palm-sized face is delicate and charming. Like a doll placed in a glass window, the milky white skin tends to give people a fragile feeling.
Hearing the knock on the door, she moved her eyes and slowly went to open the door.
Displeasure was written all over her little face, thinking that it was Song Jingwan who came to harass her again.
Opening the door, she opened her mouth and asked, "Are you annoying? Why—"
Before she finished speaking, she raised her small face in a daze, stared at the young man in front of her in a daze, "Why are you?"
Song Wenchuan listened to her waxy voice, and when she lost her temper, she looked like a little milk cat with teeth and claws.
He sneered, "It can't be me? Song Yaoyao, I found out that you have been out for a while, are you good at temper?"
Song Yaoyao didn't say a word, and looked at him with a pair of dark eyes, and didn't say a word.
The freshly washed hair showed a soft and fluffy feeling, and a few strands of new growth stood on the top of the head in a daze. The streamer flashed in her eyes, and the cute Song Wenchuan's face was covered with blood.
"Cough..." He clenched his fist to his lips and asked uncomfortably, "I haven't seen you for a few days, and you don't even call me brother?"
Song Yaoyao frowned, with a sullen face, "You are not my brother."
Even if she inherits this body, it doesn't mean that she is willing to inherit the original relationship.
Her glazed eyes showed seriousness, not like she was joking, making Song Wenchuan's smile disappear from his face little by little.
"I'm not your brother? Song Yaoyao, are you stupid to be bullied by Song Jingwan when you go out?" Song Wenchuan looked at her coldly.
This sentence made Song Yaoyao burst into laughter, "So you know everything?"
Knowing that Song Yaoyao has been wronged and bullied by Song Jingwan.
"You are Song Jingwan's elder brother, not mine. My elder brother won't sit back and ignore me being wronged!"
If her brother knew that his younger sister, whom he loved since childhood, had suffered such a great grievance, he would have wished to kill someone.
Song Wenchuan was dazed, the girl in front of her eyes held her head high when she said this, her eyes were filled with endless starlight, she was proud and dazzled, she never felt aggrieved.
But who is she proud of
It is undeniable that there is a little pantothenic acid in my heart.
Song Wenchuan asked sourly: "Do you have another brother?"
What responded to him was a heavily slammed door panel and an unconcealed irritable sentence.
"I want you to manage!"
"I go… "
Song Wenchuan took two steps back and touched the bridge of his nose.
If he hadn't retreated in time, Song Yaoyao's nose would have been crooked. He shook his head and laughed, smiling and suddenly relieved.
"It's better to have a bad temper, and save yourself from being bullied every day."