"Hey!" Song Yaoyao stared, her cheeks bulging, "You're so annoying!"
Her soft and fluffy hair feels very good to the touch, and Song Wenchuan rubbed it like a chicken coop, messy.
Coupled with a pair of big, black and accusing eyes, the cute Song Wenchuan's face was full of blood.
"Good~"
Song Yaoyao ignored his rippling tone and rolled her eyes in disgust.
This seemingly distasteful but exceptionally harmonious way of getting along made Song Jingwan grit her teeth silently.
When did Song Yaoyao and his brother get along so well
At this time, looking at the soft-boiled egg on the dinner plate, Song Jingwan's mood was very complicated, and she even felt a bit of resentment towards Song Wenchuan.
Therefore, when Song Wenchuan turned his head, he caught such a look.
He withdrew his hand and lowered his eyes.
"I went to the company."
Song Wenchuan left, and Song Yaoyao also took the last sip, took a gulp of the milk in the cup, and walked out with her schoolbag.
"I'm done eating, you eat slowly."
Song Jingwan bit her lip, watched her follow Song Wenchuan, stood up and chased after her.
"I'm full too, goodbye Mom and Dad."
"Hey, be careful on the road!" Zhou Manli chased after her.
She waved her hand and went out with Song Yaoyao.
The servant was already waiting outside with an umbrella, the sky was covered with mist, the light was dim, it looked like it was four or five o'clock in the morning.
Song Jingwan kept her face sullen all the way without saying a word, Song Yaoyao was happy and at ease.
After the two went upstairs, they parted ways and went back to their classrooms.
"My baby~ good morning!"
As soon as she entered the door, Song Yaoyao met a bright and beautiful face. When she smiled, it seemed that the light around her brightened.
"Morning~" She waved her hand and smiled at Tang Xinrou.
"Quickly! Tell me the truth!"
As soon as Song Yaoyao took her seat, she grabbed Song Yaoyao and began to bite her ear.
"I heard that you beat Huo Ningxi at the school gate after school yesterday?"
"OK."
Song Yaoyao took out the textbook she was going to use later, and nodded calmly.
"Mist Grass..." Tang Xinrou was shocked, she left early yesterday, and now she felt terribly regretful, if she had known, she would not have left early, so she could still enjoy a good show!
"Why? Why did you hit him? He didn't fight back? You weren't injured? Huh?"
Song Yaoyao was made uncomfortable by Tang Xinrou's hands.
She moved back like a frightened little rabbit, crossing her arms with her chest, "Don't move, I'm afraid!"
Looking at her big round eyes, Tang Xinrou's smile got worse, she rubbed her hands together, "Hey, they are all women, what are you afraid of? Come, let me hug you!"
"No! You female hooligan!"
Song Yaoyao stared and backed away again and again, leaning her back against the edge of the table until there was no way back.
At this moment, the back table was suddenly pulled back, and Song Yaoyao, who was caught off guard, suddenly fell backwards.
"Well-"
Her back hit the hard table, and Song Yaoyao burst into tears in pain.
It hurts, it hurts to death!
"You bastard!"
With tears in her eyes, she turned her head abruptly, clenched her fists and gritted her teeth and stared at him.
The young man with hostility in his brows lazily leaned against the wall, staring at Song Yaoyao sleepily.
Seeing her tears, he hooked his lips and sneered, with a nasty tone, "Student, you are so delicate—"
The format of this sentence is especially familiar.
Han Jun rolled his eyes, and glanced at Shen Xun, who was fooling around.
Brother Xun really depraved, even started to bully the little girl!