Chapter 3 I Cried, How About You

"Um...cough...cough..."

Song Jingwan was full of resentment, her tears and snot were uncontrollable, she turned her head with difficulty, and met those beautiful eyes.

"Song Yao—"

"Sister, isn't it fun?"

Song Yaoyao's hand slammed hard, pulling Song Jingwan's scalp back, forcing Song Jingwan to raise her head.

She almost pressed against Song Jingwan's cheek, and said affectionately, "Why doesn't my elder sister speak? I still remember the joke that my elder sister made to me by the pool just now," Song Yaoyao said in a faint tone, "The water is above my head, Squeeze my nose into my mouth and take my breath away a little bit, it's a feeling I'll never forget!"

Song Jingwan was extremely embarrassed and panicked for a moment, but she glared at Song Yaoyao and didn't think she was wrong. It's just a joke. Besides, isn't she dead?

"Song Yaoyao, you are really crazy!" Song Jingwan was unwilling to be humiliated and struggled to grab Song Yaoyao's face.

With a "snap" sound, the world was quiet.

Song Yaoyao waved her hands, and she looked at a pool of mud like Song Jingwan, bent down and patted her face, "Tonight this is a courtesy, remember, you owe me a life."

The life that was quietly lost in the swimming pool because of a joke, she will get it back for the original one sooner or later.

Song Jingwan's eyes were burning, wishing to poke a hole in her back, her chest heaving violently, and the picture finally settled on her unwillingly twisted face.

She was right and would never admit that she was wrong! Song Yaoyao, this is not over!

...

Song Yaoyao walked out of the bathroom arrogantly, her expression changed instantly.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhn

She tried to hold back, trying to widen her eyes with tears in her eyes.

"Ugh..."

The palms were hot, as if they were about to burn.

I can't help it! I can't take it anymore! ! Woohoo, it hurts her!

Song Yaoyao was born with a sense of pain that was different from ordinary people, and a little pain would be magnified infinitely by her.

She blew her little hands, this room was unbearable, she sniffed and tried to find something to eat.

The original Song Yaoyao was a transparent person at the party, and Song Jingwan was very keen to take her to the party. She herself is not valued by the Song family, and it can be said that she is ridiculed outside. In such a comparison, Song Jingwan's reputation is getting bigger and bigger, but she is getting more and more inferior.

Even to the point where I didn't dare to go to the dessert counter to get food even when I was hungry.

Now that it was Song Yaoyao, her stomach had already protested.

After simply changing clothes, Song Yaoyao went out the door.

In my memory, this is the top resort in Fengcheng, which integrates food, drink, entertainment and shopping, and is called a paradise on earth.

The moonlight shines brightly in the sky. Song Yaoyao went out along the corridor. The villa was amazingly large, and the green bushes beside the stone path were dotted with dreamy night lights.

Song Yaoyao, who hadn't found herself getting farther and farther away from the restaurant, found that the surrounding light was dim. Compared with the brightly lit scene where she came, there were various precious plants and the architectural style was slightly different. The quietness was a bit strange.

While looking around, Song Yaoyao didn't pay attention and plunged her head into the wall of flesh. The stiff muscles on the other side made her head hurt, she stumbled back two steps, and her feet flopped softly to the ground.

"Ugh..."

It hurts! !

Song Yaoyao couldn't hold back, and cried out "Wow".