
Song Beisha looked at Song Xiyue and smiled gently, "Sister, so you're here. Third brother came back today and just went to school to pick me up. You can go home too."
Song Bertha emphasized a few words.
He turned around, faced the third brother who was driving, and said affectionately: "Third brother, connect him together."
Song Xiluo raised his eyes and glanced at Song Xiyue, looking at the stranger, frowning, as if impatient.
But he still listened to Song Beisha's words and said indifferently, "Yes."
When Song Beisha saw Song Xiyue again, she smiled, "Sister, third brother agreed, hurry to get in the car, we'll go home together."
Song Xiyue looked at***** Song Beisha and showed a creepy smile, "Song Beisha, didn't my father tell you, I won't be coming back alive for now."
If possible, he wanted to break away from the Song family.
Song Xiyue had just looked at Song Beisha calmly.
Song Beisha's facial expression froze, and she always felt that Song Xiyue's eyes were meticulous, as if she could see through her mind completely.
But how can.
It's definitely a douchebag.
He knew about his life in the countryside, his grades were very poor, let alone his skills.
"Sister, I'm good too. I know you're used to living in the village, but not in the city, but you'll get used to it over time."
There was something in Song Beisha's words, which implied that Song Xiyue's hamlet was a hamlet, and the mud could not support the wall.
Although Song Xiluo did not speak, he looked at Song Xiyue with a look of disdain.
The Song Family also noticed the faces, and they all felt that Song Xiyue was going to humiliate the family.
Song Xiluo did not care about Song Xiyue at all.
…
Song Xiyue looked lazy and did not care about that.
Someone can hurt you because you care and care about their attitude.
Song Xiyue lightly said: "Are you done?"
"Huh?" Song Beisha did not understand what Song Xiyue meant.
Song Xiyue narrowed her eyes lazily, "Since I'm done, can I leave now?"
See how attentive he is, he acts like *****, and he concentrates on being a spectator, which is enough to give his face.
Seeing Song Xiyue walking forward with the school bag on her back, with a dashing look, Song Beisha gritted her teeth silently.
"Let's go home." Song Xiluo increasingly hated seeing Song Xiyue.
Song Beisha bit her lips, her face was pale, and she looked guilty, "Third brother, I'm good, do you think my sister has an opinion of me?"
Song Xiluo looked at Song Beisha, his expression softened, "Don't think too much, you're too good, because he doesn't want to go home, then don't go home, let's go back."
"okay."
…
Song Xiyue walked over to the old community behind, she suddenly seemed to think of something and look back.
In the last life, how did this third brother die?
He heard it later. She seems to be in the car with Song Beisha and dies in a car accident, but Song Beisha miraculously survives.
After surviving, she is interviewed by reporters, she cries and says what the third brother saved her regardless of her life.
It's really a brother-sister relationship.
…
Song Xiyue shook her head without thinking anymore, and continued walking back.
At the community gate, Song Xiyue saw a familiar figure.
He stopped and looked up.
Jian Ningning was helping her parents sell noodles when she suddenly felt a line of sight. He looked up, stunned, and then asked with a hint of embarrassment, "Song Xiyue, do you want to eat noodles?"