"I..." Tang Xinrou swallowed the swear words abruptly, telling himself to be elegant, calm and ladylike... Damn lady! She gritted her teeth: "Shen Xun, why don't you try scolding my mother again?"
Shen Xun raised his hand, "Brother, she swears."
The hand was on the top of the head, and the index finger pointed to Tang Xinrou.
Song Yaoyao looked at it, and Tang Xinrou hesitated, "It's not that I don't have it, Shen Xun wronged me!"
"Then Shen Xun added an extra Chinese test paper for homework today. Your foundation is not bad, but you are too careless. Write a few more papers to consolidate."
Shen Xun: "???"
So fucking angry, but still have to keep smiling.
Tang Xinrou turned her head, thinking that Song Yaoyao hadn't noticed, and raised her eyebrows at Shen Xun triumphantly.
In the next second, Song Yaoyao continued: "Rourou, don't provoke your classmates, you add half a math paper too."
Shen Xun burst into laughter instantly.
With his hands in his pockets, he passed Tang Xinrou carelessly, "Oh...what's this called? Feng Shui turns around, come to my house this year—"
Not to be outdone, Tang Xinrou said, "I have half a sheet less than you."
Shen Xun: "Oh."
Tang Xinrou: "Oh, go back."
Those who don't have talents and those who have talents are quickly divided. To Song Yaoyao's surprise, most of them have talents.
Especially girls, after Song Yaoyao asked, she found that they had all learned dance.
Thinking about it, they all come from rich backgrounds, so they must have attended various interest classes.
It's not a matter of learning well, but at least the foundation is there.
Song Yaoyao asked questions in a row, and finally saw Shen Xun and Han Jun standing at the end.
"you two… ?"
Shen Xun, "I'll make up the number."
Han Jun also smiled: "I also make up the number."
Song Yaoyao smiled sweeter than the two of them, "Oh well, the quota will be divided between you two, let's talk about cross talk."
Shen Xun Han Jun: "???"
Damn, misstep!
Forget about this guy who never plays cards according to the routine!
Meanwhile, the hospital.
A group of people blocked the ward tightly.
Zhou Manli couldn't bear the excitement, she firmly held Song Rui's hand, "Did you see it? Husband! Ah Chuan is awake! I said that he is a lucky man with his own appearance, and he will definitely not be given by that damn girl—"
"enough!"
Song Rui said with a dark face, "Can you stop saying this kind of thing? Forgot who was taking care of A Chuan during this time? Let me tell you, don't talk about superstitious things in the future! I don't think the house is messed up enough by you. ?”
During this period of time, he worked desperately to save the dying Song family.
Finally, he was able to see his son wake up.
Otherwise, when he wakes up and sees all the fruits of his hard work evaporated, he will be so disappointed.
"How do you feel now? Is there any discomfort? Are you dizzy?"
"Don't worry, take your time, you may not be used to it after sleeping for a long time."
"Brother!" Song Jingwan breathed a sigh of relief, covering her mouth and crying, "It's great that you finally woke up!"
The thin man in hospital clothes turned his head slowly. His facial features were handsome, but because of his illness, he was somewhat pale and sick. When a pair of eyes saw Song Jingwan, there was no slightest disturbance.
"Who are you?"
Zhou Manli's eyes darkened, "What are you talking about? A Chuan! Look at mom! I'm mom!"
The woman rushed to the front.
Song Wenchuan's eyes sharpened, like an unsheathed blade, which seemed to be able to cut through everything.
"A Chuan! Think about it carefully, don't worry..." Zhou Manli burst into tears.
Wei Yuanfan frowned, "Mrs. Song, the patient just woke up, don't shake the patient like this!" After finishing speaking, he looked at the man sitting on the hospital bed with a particularly indifferent and stern expression, and asked, "Do you remember your name?"
The man narrowed his eyes and paused every word, "Song Wenchuan."