Chapter 1600 Aren’t You Ashamed?

Speaking of the latter part, Song Lingling sounded reassuring.

An outstanding boy like Jing Yijun deserves a girl with excellent family background, appearance and other aspects.

she?

Song Lingling didn't want to disturb the other party.

She is well aware of her conditions. She is just an ordinary girl and does not want to enter a wealthy family like the deep sea.

Although Sister Jiajia is very nice, she doesn't act like a celebrity and even gave her a dress.

But she couldn't ruin her son just because of this.

Well, Song Lingling felt that if she and Jing Yijun were together, they would really be ruining each other.

Besides, she really has no thoughts about Jing Yijun!

Zihan twitched her eyes and looked at Song Lingling in surprise.

Yijun is so outstanding and she lives with him, but she is not moved?

Shouldn't she have hugged Yijun's thigh and not let go after knowing Yijun's life experience?

Zihan nodded: "When I go back, I will definitely tell Sister Jiajia what you said."

Song Lingling smiled: "Thank you."

"Why are you so polite..." Zihan pointed to the dishes on the table: "Stop just talking, eat the dishes."

——

As soon as Song Lingling entered the school, she received all kinds of envious, jealous and hateful looks from her classmates.

Just in the morning, they looked at her with hatred and anger, wanting to kick her out of school.

Alas, their moods are so changeable.

Song Lingling ignored them and dragged heavy steps towards the classroom.

Why are the steps heavy?

Because she was full!

How supportive?

Zihan sent her back, and she didn't feel bad sitting in the car.

Now when I stand up and walk, I feel like my whole stomach is about to drop, and my abdomen is uncomfortably bloated.

Of those nine dishes, when I was full, there was still some left, and Zihan didn't pack them.

But class time was coming soon. If she wanted to pack it, she could only take it back to school and eat it at home in the evening. In such a hot day, the taste would definitely change.

She might as well be a good girl, not waste food, and finish all the dishes.

Then it was like this.

All she wanted now was to quickly return to the table and sit down.

Ouch, it's hard to breathe.

As soon as I returned to the classroom, the classroom was in an uproar.

Those female classmates who had never played with her were all gathering around her to ask for help.

"Lingling, is Jing Yijun really the son of the famous star Gu Jiajia?"

"Have you known for a long time that he is Gu Jiajia's son?"

"Song Lingling, Jing Yijun is Gu Jiajia's son. Will you continue to have a relationship with him?"

"Song Lingling, I think you and Jing Yijun are not worthy. Jing Yijun is a young man from a wealthy family. You..."

…

"Please be kind and don't block my way, okay?" Song Lingling put her hands in front of her and begged for mercy.

"You haven't answered my question yet."

"That's right. If you don't answer our questions, do you think it's great to be in love with Master Jing and don't take us seriously?"

Song Lingling: "..."

I'm really angry. Isn't it okay that she didn't take them seriously in the first place?

They like to bully new classmates and usually attack her with words.

Now people are asking questions around her, and Song Lingling, who is feeling uncomfortable, really wants to yell at them: "Get as far away from me as you can!"

In the end, she still suppressed her temper, put her hands on her back and showed a painful expression: "My aunt is in pain, can you let me go back to my seat and sit down? I'm about to faint."

When they heard this, they really didn't dare to surround her anymore, but they followed Song Lingling wherever she went.

In the blink of an eye, Song Lingling, who returned to her seat and sat down, was surrounded by people.

They started asking about Jing Yijun again.

How do you want her to answer?

It's almost crazy.

She really just found out today that Jing Yijun is Sister Jiajia's son...

Song Lingling muttered a few words, and finally waited until the school bell rang.

After class, they no longer dared to surround her and ask questions.

During the few minutes after class, Song Lingling hurriedly lay down on the table and pretended to sleep.

Several female classmates came over to her and asked her if she had seen Gu Jiajia herself and what was Jing Yijun's phone number...

Song Lingling did not raise her head, but whispered softly: "My aunt is in so much pain...it hurts so much that I don't want to talk..."

Several female classmates: "..."

Why are you pulling? If you don’t want to answer, then you don’t want to answer. Why are you pretending to be in pain?

——

The afternoon was finally over, and as soon as get out of class was over, Song Lingling rushed out of the classroom at rocket-like speed.

No matter what the classmates behind her called her, she ignored them, as if they were wolves, jackals, tigers and leopards.

Song Lingling wanted to rush out of school and return to the rental house.

But there was someone faster than her.

At school, he was stopped by Song Nuoyu.

The other party grabbed her arm and refused to let her go.

Song Lingling glared at her coldly: "Let go!"

"If you don't want to be watched by your classmates, just come to a place with me."

"I just want to go home now!"

"My dad took your grandma home, didn't you know?"

When Song Lingling heard this, she looked at Song Nuoyu with eyes like arrows: "Do you think I will believe you?"

Grandma is in the sanatorium of Yimin Hospital. Without her and Jing Yijun's permission, what qualifications does Song Kaiming have to pick her up?

"If you don't believe it, you can call her." Song Nuoyu said confidently.

Song Lingling took out her phone and dialed Ma Cha's number. The phone was turned off. Called the nurse again, the call was on.

Song Nuoyu raised his head and looked at her proudly: "How is it? Can't get through?"

Song Lingling gritted her teeth and stared at her: "What do you want?"

"I want to talk to you."

——

In a coffee shop in front of the school.

"Yijun really likes you?" Song Nuoyu asked, staring at Song Lingling.

"Yijun?" Song Lingling sneered: "Before, I was called a poor boy or Jing Yijun, but now I call him Yijun. Aren't you ashamed?"

"Song Lingling, don't talk nonsense to me, do you think you are worthy of him?"

"Whether I am worthy or not is not your turn. Just Jing Yijun or his family members say that I am worthy."

"Song Lingling, don't be wishful thinking. People with your status cannot enter such a high-class family. Have you never seen the kind of rich lady in a wealthy family? Compared with them, you are really too shabby. Now, if you are with Yijun, you will only be rejected by others and not liked by others. I think you are my father's biological daughter, so I kindly advise you, stop wishful thinking, and quickly break up with Yijun."

Song Lingling looked at Song Nuoyu with a half-smile, obviously she wanted to get Jing Yijun, and she was obviously delusional about Jing Yijun: "Tsk tsk, you are so kind to my sister, and you know how to persuade me to do it, don't you think so?" Good thing."

"How should I put it, you are also my father's own daughter. In this circle, many people know about your existence. Your every move represents our family. If you don't think about yourself, you should also think about your father? You miss your father. Are you going to poke your spine?" Song Nuoyu's eyes flashed with disdain.