Shen Mengfang takes a careful glance at Song Guoqing. Song Guoqing's face is not very good-looking. It seems that the pillow side breeze these days is just a word from a little bitch, and it is just a white blow.

Shen Mengfang loves to play. She often goes to the dance hall and is much younger than him. Song Guoqing was worried about this. When song ran mentioned it, he thought of the picture again.

No man can stand his daughter-in-law in the outside, and their husband young wife model, so that men are more worried.

Song Ran is precisely aware of this point, so he will stir up the flames and stir up the suspicion that his father has pressed down.

Sure enough, old song's face became ugly.

Although the resentment in Shen Mengfang's eyes is fleeting, it is also successfully captured by song ran.

Come on, let the horse come here. My aunt will accompany you to the end!

The next table was much quieter, and Shen Mengfang did not dare to say anything more. Song Guoqing, halfway through the meal, put down his chopsticks and went upstairs alone. Shen Mengfang quickly followed up.

As soon as they left, song Xuan said in a low voice, "how did she mention battalion commander Gu? What's Ann's heart?"

Song ran shook his head: "it's not very clear. It's just that you don't have good intentions."

Song Xuan took a sip of old duck ginseng soup and said, "you should guard against her. Let camp commander Gu guard against her."

Song Xuan really broke her heart for her sister and future brother-in-law. However, both of them were much smarter than her.

Song ran said with a smile: "elder sister, don't worry. Jingxing is not in Haicheng now. She has gone to work. I don't know when to come back. I will be careful of Shen Mengfang during this period of time."

The next day

When I went back to school, I got all the scores of the first test.

Song Ran's total score did not fluctuate much compared with the last exam. She did it on purpose to make her opponents take it lightly. There was no need to go all out for this kind of quiz. She was exhausted enough. If she had to guard against Wen Huihui in her study, she might have died of overwork.

She has a deep understanding of the golden mean.

In contrast, Wen Huihui is a bit ironic.

Results of the collective decline, a significant step back, the overall test scores less than dozens.

In the last semester of her last life, Wen Huihui was able to get into the top five in every exam, leading song ran by a large margin each time.

This time, song ran got 17 and Wen Huihui got 18.

Song ran got 17 because she only wanted to be 17.

but Wen Huihui did her best to win 18.

They can't talk at the same time.

How about all the tricks?

Song ran sneers in her heart and stares at the person sitting in front of her who keeps flipping the test paper. Does she not believe that she did so badly in the exam? If you didn't cheat to raise your math scores by more than ten points, you might not even be able to win 18 places, 28 or 38.

So, how can she not regress when she spends her study time calculating others?

Wen Huihui repeatedly turned the examination papers of each subject several times. She hoped that the teacher would approve the wrong papers and add more points. Otherwise, her ranking would be too ugly.

She was even worse than song ran in the exam, and her ranking was even behind song ran. Why did she song ran?

She flipped through the test paper several times, and found in despair that there was no mistake, and the fire of jealousy in her heart was even stronger.

Even the advantages of learning are not, no, all are gone, song ran took everything from her.