Song Jingwan raised her head and looked at Song Wenchuan angrily, "Brother, you can pay attention to me anytime, and I will be unhappy! I will be unhappy too! Who else do you think will bully me at school? Except Who else can Song Yaoyao have?"
Song Wenchuan met her eyes, and actually saw deep resentment in them.
The hand he was about to drop on her head froze, and slowly dropped it.
Song Wenchuan said: "Jingwan, but most of your unhappiness is caused by you, maybe you can try to accept her, maybe it will be easier."
"Hey, accept her?"
Song Jingwan bit her lip, stubbornly refusing to bow her head, "Impossible!"
After experiencing such a thing in the resort, how could it be possible to coexist peacefully.
"Jingwan, you are all my younger sisters." Song Wenchuan sighed. He didn't understand that Song Jingwan had already been favored by her parents, but she was still domineering and didn't allow him as an older brother to give Song Yaoyao some insignificant things. focus on.
Is the girl's jealousy so strong
"Brother, do you know how Song Yaoyao treated me today?"
Song Jingwan cried and opened her sleeves, and there was a circle of bruises on her wrists, "She cut my hands backwards, and slammed my face against the wall! She also grabbed my hair and forced me to kneel to her! Even I My classmate saw it, brother! Do you understand that feeling? Huh? I wish I could die!"
Song Wenchuan was shocked to find that when he heard these accusations, his heart was actually very peaceful.
He was like a bystander, watching Song Jingwan cry coldly.
He and Song Jingwan grew up in the same family, but until now, he couldn't understand this girl. She seemed to be crying irrationally, but in reality she quietly looked at his expression from the corner of her eye.
"Don't cry yet," he put his hand on her shoulder and comforted her softly, "Why did Yaoyao do anything to you? Can you tell my brother the reason? If it is really her fault, Jing Wan, I will stand up On your side."
Song Jingwan's back stiffened, and then she stopped crying in disbelief, her eyes widened and she took two steps back, avoiding Song Wenchuan's comfort.
"Brother, don't you believe me?"
Song Wenchuan said: "I just want to know the cause of this matter."
"I don't want to say, when you asked this sentence, did you ever think about how sad I was?" Song Jingwan's voice was cold, she wiped away her tears, opened the door and got in the car, "Go back, I'm tired."
"Quiet—"
Song Wenchuan pinched the center of his brows, seeing her completely refusing to communicate with him, a little impetuous appeared in his heart.
As the car drove onto the asphalt road, Song Wenchuan handed her a wet tissue, "Wipe your face, it won't be pretty if you cry it to pieces."
Song Jingwan took it, her eyelashes drooping, and a hostile look appeared in her eyes.
"Brother, can't you just be my brother?" she murmured.
"Jingwan, stop joking," Song Wenchuan frowned, "I know a very good psychiatrist, may I take you to see it?"
"Do you think I'm mentally ill?! I'm not ill! Why do I need to see a psychiatrist!"
The girl's sharp voice sounded in the carriage, and she was frequently injured during this time, but Song Yaoyao was doing well in school!
Song Jingwan was going crazy, she couldn't stop being flustered.
This is everything to her, she must not be taken away by Song Yaoyao!
"I didn't mean that, I just thought you might be putting too much pressure on yourself." Song Wenchuan pulled off his tie, not knowing how to explain it to her.