Chapter 20 Are You A Fool?

Song Wenchuan walked straight out the door as if he hadn't heard it.

Zhou Manli couldn't see that her precious daughter was wronged, and her face sank immediately, "Achuan! There are still guests at home. What are you doing out at night? Didn't you hear your sister said that she brought you a gift?"

Song Wenchuan frowned and turned around, Song Jingwan looked at him with tears in her eyes, holding her skirt with both hands, looking forward and pitiful.

"Not yet?" Song Rui frowned and ordered.

"Brother..." Song Jingwan pleaded softly with a crying voice.

Everyone was waiting for him, Song Wenchuan pursed his thin lips slightly, and at this moment, he heard movement from outside the door.

The petite girl was dragging a huge 27-inch suitcase, preparing to climb the stairs with difficulty.

He frowned, strode over, and said in a cold voice, "Song Yaoyao, are you a fool?" Can't you call someone if you can't carry it?

Song Yaoyao was dragging her suitcase when she heard someone call her a fool.

She looked over with a sullen face. The young man was wearing a gray casual T-shirt, and his appearance was somewhat similar to Zhou Manli. At this time, he was staring at her displeasedly.

He learned from memory that he was the eldest son of the Song family, Song Wenchuan.

"Give me the suitcase, how clumsy." He had a dark face and a cold voice.

Song Yaoyao leaned aside, avoided his hand, rolled her eyes at him, and said in a colder voice than him: "No need."

After all, she easily lifted the huge 27-inch suitcase with one hand, walked up the stairs in three or two steps, and dropped it to the ground with a 'bang'.

Song Wenchuan: "..."

The corners of his mouth twitched, and when he reacted, the petite girl had already passed by him.

Indifferent attitude, no cowardly appearance.

Song Wenchuan's expression was indescribable, and when he turned around, he saw Song Yaoyao passing through the living room with an indifferent expression, without saying a word.

Zhou Manli sneered, "I'm so good at it, I won't even call my mother when I come back? Are you dumb?"

Song Rui obviously saw Huo Ningxi frowning, and immediately gave Zhou Manli a warning glance, "Okay, the child is tired and wants to rest, why are you talking so much?"

Song Jingwan hurriedly stood up from the sofa and said softly at Song Yaoyao's back, "Yaoyao, don't rush back to the room, sit down and eat something! Put the suitcase first, and ask someone to carry it for you later— Uh--"

Before the words were finished, everyone watched Song Yaoyao pick up the oversized suitcase with one hand and walk up the stairs step by step, her figure quickly disappearing around the corner.

Song Wenchuan frowned silently, feeling that Song Yaoyao seemed to be different.

In addition to the same words less gloomy.

Song Jingwan smiled a little embarrassedly, "I didn't expect Yaoyao's strength to be so strong..."

"If she wants to carry it herself, let her carry it. The yin and yang rage every day, who owes her!"

Zhou Manli snorted coldly, patted Song Jingwan on the shoulder, and asked her to sit down again.

But then, Song Jingwan was obviously a little absent-minded. Knowing daughter Mo Ruomu, Zhou Manli saw that Song Rui and Huo Ningxi were very happy talking, so she took Song Jingwan back to the room.

As soon as she entered the door, Song Jingwan immediately threw herself into Zhou Manli's arms, tears suddenly like beads with a broken thread, and her shoulders trembled slightly, "Mom!"

"What's wrong Wanwan? Don't cry, don't cry... Oh my baby, your mother's heart is broken when you cry," Zhou Manli quickly patted Song Jingwan's back, "What's the matter? Is that stinky girl bullying you? Now? Don't be afraid, tell your mother if you have anything, and she will teach her a lesson for you!"

Song Jingwan was buried in Zhou Manli's arms, a cold light flashed in her eyes.

Slender: [white eyes] Strong women don't need help from others