Chapter 179

"It's a coincidence," Song Jingwan didn't seem to see Tang Xinrou's disgusting look in her eyes, she walked towards her with a small smile, "Yaoyao, we haven't had a good conversation for a long time, let's go together?"

"never--"

"OK."

Song Yaoyao bent her eyes, interrupted Tang Xinrou's words, and pinched the palm of her hand secretly.

Tang Xinrou held back the remaining half of the sentence, facing Song Jingwan, it was her nose, not her nose, and her eyes were not eyes.

No matter how you look at her, it's not pleasing to the eye.

When they came downstairs, the biting cold wind blew, making Song Yaoyao sneeze.

Song Jingwan rubbed her arms, hesitated for a moment, and handed the jacket she was holding to Song Yaoyao.

"Hey, you should wear it. You have not been as good as me since you were young. Don't catch a cold."

"Will you be so kind?" Tang Xinrou glared at her, it was late autumn before, wasn't she the one who pushed her body into the swimming pool?

"Tang Xinrou, I don't seem to have anything to do with you, right?" Song Jingwan looked at her with a smile, "What do you think? I don't remember we are familiar with each other. If I offended you in any way, then I will apologize to you."

With her soft and gentle tone, it is very easy to gain the favor of most people.

Unfortunately, Tang Xinrou is a minority.

She sneered, irony beyond words.

Neither of them thought that Song Yaoyao would wear her coat, but Song Jingwan did so anyway. At least she has done a good job on the surface, whether she accepts it or not, that's Song Yaoyao's business.

But who knows, Song Yaoyao just pursed her lips and smiled, and reached out to take it.

"Thank you, I just can't stand the cold~ Sister is so nice~"

She thanked her sweetly.

Song Jingwan, whose head was dizzy by the cold wind, took a deep breath and smiled reluctantly: "No thanks, who called you my sister? I'm not good to you and who is good to me?"

What she said was high-sounding, and Song Yaoyao's smile was extraordinarily sweet.

Since Tang Xinrou and Song Yaoyao have known each other for a while, she doesn't think her baby is a fool. Originally, Song Jingwan was annoyed, but when she looked coldly at her pretending to be coercive, she didn't expect to freeze into a fool in the end, and she felt dark in her heart.

The three of them went to the school gate with their own thoughts, and Tang Xinrou received a call from Xia Rao just after showing up. A hand stretched out from a red supercar in the distance and beckoned to her.

Tang Xinrou hesitated for a moment, "Yaoyao, my aunt has come to pick me up, can you come here?" She glanced at Song Jingwan, for fear that Song Yaoyao would be bullied.

"Let's go quickly, don't keep Auntie waiting for a long time," Song Yaoyao smiled, "Say hello to Auntie for me~"

She waved her little hand goodbye.

Tang Xinrou thought about it too, but Song Yaoyao's violent little fist, Song Jingwan dared to offend her, fearing that her head would be blown up.

Thinking of this, she was relieved, ran into the car in three or two steps, and left with Xia Rao.

For a while, Song Yaoyao and Song Jingwan were left.

"The milk tea shop next to it tastes good. Let me treat you to a milk tea."

Song Yaoyao gathered up her jacket and looked at her with a smile, "Okay, I have no problem."

She wanted to see what kind of demon Song Jingwan was going to do this time.

Song Jingwan sniffed and gritted her teeth to wake herself up. The wind was making her ears hurt. This time, when she came home, she was almost unconscious from the cold.

Hearing Song Yaoyao agree, she breathed a sigh of relief, and her pace quickened a lot.

Song Yaoyao slowly followed behind her into the milk tea shop.

The two ordered milk tea and sat down by the window.

People outside the school gate come and go, and the road at the gate is lined with phoenix trees, and it looks like it is covered with frost.

I very much doubt that everyone has been captured by aliens, otherwise why would my comments become less and less and votes less and less.

I'm really going to make trouble! (Gorgeous pout · jpg)