This way! Yujing holding a spoon waving around eyes without meaning.
Song Qingcheng sat opposite her and noticed that the floral umbrella was put aside by Yujing at hand.
Yujing chewed the pancake and pushed the umbrella over. My second uncle said you left his car.
Your uncle sent it to you?
Uncle Buer called me and I went upstairs to get it. Yujing bent his finger and scratched his mouth, swallowing pancakes in his mouth. I still want to correct my uncle for a big meal, but he was called to a blind date first.
Song Qingcheng’s chopsticks poked at rice at will I’m married
You don’t know that since my second uncle divorced, the threshold of our family has been trampled by those references. My great grandfather has to go to the hospital several times every year because of my second uncle’s marriage. There is still a family that is going bankrupt and can’t get around. Why don’t you take a fancy to my second uncle, who is now the head of the company? We really don’t have a way to take advantage of our family!
Song Qingcheng smiled faintly. Who makes your home in good condition?
It is Yujing quite satisfiedly she chuckled.
……
After dinner, they went back to their dormitory respectively.
Song Qingcheng changed her wardrobe door and took the bedside bag to study at night.
Just out of the dormitory building, it was tuned to vibrate and the mobile phone buzzed.
Yuan Wei’s lax control over students’ communication tools is to open your eyes and close your eyes unless you are bold enough to make the teacher bear with you.
Song city slowed down and bowed their heads and took out a mobile phone from the package interlayer.
The mobile phone shook hands and the screen stared to show that her feet were glued to the lawn in front of the teacher’s building.
The dim road lights fell on her shoulders, making her figure thinner and thinner.
Seeing this 
number again after two years still has a legal resistance to her emotions. Song Qingcheng doesn’t know how she pressed the answer key. She put her mobile phone on her mobile phone to hello.
I, you won’t answer my words is a charming woman.
Song Qingcheng didn’t say anything
The other party didn’t expect her to respond by simply saying, Shen Zhi has handed over the work, and we can go back in the middle of the month at the latest. I think you should inform you first about this matter. After all, you grew up with Shen Zhi, and he always treats you as his sister.
Sister?
These two words plunged into her heart like a sharp knife, and the pain spread rapidly.
Lu Yunxuan went on to say, The whole city, you, Shen Zhi, and I will never forget it, but guilt should not become a tool to repay kindness. The emotional world doesn’t stress who comes first, who loves who doesn’t love who cherishes who doesn’t cherish who. That’s all, don’t you think?
Liu Yunxuan is still the same as the original Liu Yunxuan. Miss Lujiajiao raised her daughter, Ge Jia, especially loved her granddaughter, and she was supported by her.
Because she has enough personal resources, she can still behave as if she had robbed others.
-hand bag hand is slowly clenched.
Still talking? Come and have dinner. There’s a man’s warm voice.
Once so familiar, the sound faded completely, and after that, I couldn’t hide my spoil and bag.
Song Qingcheng heard Liu Yunxuan’s little woman answer, Well, how many times did Ma tell you in the past? I didn’t cook it myself every time. You see that your white shirt has grease again.
The man laughed in a low voice, and even through the words, she still heard clearly.
Song city don’t know how to hang up.
Shen zhi shen zhi shen zhi …
The whole song dynasty closed its eyes and recited the name in its heart. Every word was like a cold current pouring into her body, which made her hands and feet cold.
She has really forgotten herself. I really don’t care.
Unfortunately, it always backfires.
……
Early the next day, Song Qingcheng looked pale in the mirror, probably because he didn’t sleep well for a night. Zhou Gonghong waited until the class came back from the toilet, and the door of Class Five, Grade Two, was blocked by Yujing.
Why is the spirit so bad?
Some heatstroke Song Qingcheng’s eyes fell on her hand. It was mathematics.
Yujing looked around to make sure that no teacher took the whole city to the corner. I’ll exchange it with you and return it to you after math class. Our math teacher said that students should take turns to answer questions in class. I remember that there are two more math classes in your class than us.
Waiting didn’t take the whole Song Dynasty back for a while.
Yujing immediately beamed.
The bell rings.
Song Qingcheng entered the classroom of Class Six and just got back to her seat. The deskmate An Ran turned to look at her. While the history teacher hasn’t come yet, she thought about it or spoke in a low voice. When did you get to know that Yujing in Class Five so well?
Yuan Weiduo’s rich brothers also have many ordinary students from An Ran who belong to the latter.
And Yu Jing is a typical representative of those rich brothers.
If you have money at home and don’t like to study, you will cheat on your classmates’ exams on weekdays and get caught by the invigilator. It’s also a dead mouse feels no cold posture. There’s no way to let people have money at home. I heard that Yuan Wei must have a Hengyuan group on the list of sponsors for every major event.
-digression–
The plot unfolds slowly, and all kinds of melancholy always like to collect one? （^？ ^*）
☆ Chapter 12 Meet Yu Tingchuan again
The whole song dynasty took out the history from the drawer back to shopping and talked
An Ran screwed up her eyebrows slightly. She seems to have excellent grades. Song Qingcheng shouldn’t associate with people like Yujing. Even many teachers don’t like top students hanging out with poor students, even if the poor students are rich.
She bit her lip. I heard that Yu Jing didn’t get very good grades.
It’s not so good. Song Qingcheng turned over the class, and the teacher talked about that page, and she casually replied, She failed in four subjects in the monthly exam next month.
There are only six subjects in liberal arts …
See the whole Song Dynasty. An Ran opens his mouth and wants to say something. The teacher over there has entered the classroom so that she can swallow back the words to her mouth.
The teacher was late, and the explanation quickly plunged into the lecture.
The projection screen is the key point pointed out by the teacher, and the students are struggling with their pens.
Song city wrote but stopped. She looked at the black font and outlined the word court. Some trance came to mind, and those eyes that were deep and bottomless were sure to be calm, as if the young people had never had a strong past.
……
Song Qingcheng received Lu Xishan’s words at noon.
After listening to Lu Xishan’s confession, she said it in a low voice and hung up for a long time before she walked out of the secluded stairs and went to the squad leader’s office to ask for leave.
Section 7
Song Qingcheng didn’t go back to the dormitory after class in the evening and went straight to the school gate.
Lujia car has been waiting there.