Song Xuan angrily took song Ran's hand and said, "follow me home."

This girl is going to lose all her good feelings in front of Zhao Mingyi. She did her best to match her up with Yang Haitao, and ran here to make trouble. She was so angry that she really wanted to beat the girl.

Song ran couldn't wait to go with her.

Zhao Mingyi was intimate to the end: "Song Xuan, don't teach her when you go back. She is still a child."

The 18-year-old child who is well cared for does not speak through his brain, which is really a pleasant feeling.

Song Xuan's face sank and she was embarrassed: "Miss Zhao, don't go to your heart. This girl is spoiled and has no way to hide her mouth."

Zhao Mingyi waved his hand: "no, no, I like to deal with straight people. I'll help you to get a taxi."

Song Ran's sneer at the corner of his mouth is fleeting. Of course you like straight people. Would you like all the people in the Song family to be as easy to fool as my sister?

The car stops soon. Zhao Mingyi opens the door considerately. Song Xuan pulls song ran to get on the bus.

Yao Xifeng did not know how many to gather up: "Song ran, have time, I go to your home to visit your father."

Song ran was happy. Yao Xifeng really came up to let her perform. She gave him a blank look: "who needs you to visit? Do you think our family is short of your two bottles of Maotai? The most important thing in our family is money, huh

Song ranzhen almost amused himself, and the rest of his eyes focused on Zhao Mingyi's happy smile and went into the taxi with her sister.

In the car, song Xuan completely pulled down his face: "Song ran, you are very strange."

Song ran looked solemn: "why am I surprised?"

Song Xuan frowned: "I can't say for a moment. I feel that you are different from you before. I've recovered my arrogance and willfulness, and I'm Frank."

Song ran glanced at Zhao Mingyi from the rearview mirror and said, "sister, do you still remember the picture I showed old song before? Is it the picture of Shen Mengfang being helped by a man at the entrance of the dance hall? "

Song Xuan didn't understand what she meant by this and didn't say a word.

"Elder sister, you have a good memory. Is that man's back familiar?"

Song Xuan vaguely understood what she was trying to say, and her brow was even deeper: "no way."

Song Ran's chin lifted slightly. Her elder sister denied it, which showed that she was already doubting.

"I haven't said anything, you said no, not what? Can't it be Zhao Mingyi? Sister, you don't seem to trust him very much! "

Song Xuan was a little annoyed: "OK, don't say more."

Song ran stopped and went on to say that her sister was going to be angry. She still had to give her more time to think about it and to rationalize her thinking.

When they return home, song Xuan goes upstairs with a calm face, while song ran continues to do her homework in the hall.

Wu Ma was knitting a sweater, while she was knitting. She said to song ran, "you girl, why are you still growing up when you are 18 years old? It seems to be a little higher than last year. "

Song ran said with a smile: "maybe it's because you are in a good mood, so you can keep growing?"

One side of the phone ring, Wu Ma put down her needle and thread, picked up the phone, and then glanced at Song ran: "Xiao ran, something more enjoyable for you is coming. The phone call of your home battalion commander."

Song ran quickly picked up the phone, the low voice came: "Xiao ran, I will be discharged tomorrow."

Song ran held his chin and said with a smile, "battalion commander Gu specially chose one for me to leave the hospital when I was resting. Do you want me to pick you up?"

A deep, smiling voice crept into her ear:

"yes."

(PS: continue to update at night ~)

in the evening