Chapter 203

"My husband drove out early in the morning. He was in a hurry and didn't say anything."

"Oh, I see." It seems that he went out to buy it for himself.

After Aunt Li left, song Qingcheng took advantage of Ji Zhengting's absence to call her mother and ask her father about last night.

Xinyue bought breakfast in the morning and sent it to her. This is what she said with Xinyue last night. Then it was said that her father would have an operation ahead of time this afternoon, and her heart suddenly became nervous.

"Song Qingcheng..."

Outside, Ji Ling's voice came. Song Qingcheng didn't tell her mother much. She said she would go to the hospital in the afternoon, and then hung up in a hurry.

Ji Ling pushed the door in and saw song Qingcheng secretly hang up the phone, "who do you call secretly in the morning?"

"Give it to my mother." Song Qingcheng no plague no fire back a sentence.

You don't have to report to anyone you call!

"Show me your exercise book yesterday." Ji Ling didn't go to school yesterday. She doesn't know what subjects she taught. She will have a look before she goes to school.

"Why read my textbook?" Song Qingcheng didn't understand her intention.

"Just look at the textbooks. Why? Give it to me quickly Even if she borrows things from others, Ji Ling's tone is tough.

"No!" Song Qingcheng was very dissatisfied with her attitude.

"You want to fight early in the morning, don't you?" Ji Ling is on fire.

"Please make it clear that you are borrowing from me now. Please pay attention to your attitude."

"Will you give it or not? Don't do it for me. " After that, Ji Ling went straight to her schoolbag on the sofa.

Song Qingcheng suddenly remembered that there was a secret in the bag. He rushed to hold the bag in his arms and said, "don't touch my things."

"Do you give it or not?" Ji lingnai asked her patiently.

"Wait a minute!" Song Qingcheng did not have a good way back. She knew that if she didn't give it, Ji Ling would grab it directly. If she found the dirty shorts, it would be over.

So, for the sake of safety, I'd better lend it to her.

She opened her schoolbag carefully and searched for her textbook.

Ji Ling saw that she was slow, so she was worried. She grabbed the bag from her hand. "You take it, slow, fish!"

Then Ji Ling takes out the books in her schoolbag and throws them on the ground. Suddenly she finds the plastic bag in her hand

"Hello..." Song Qingcheng rushed up and grabbed the plastic bag and hid it behind him. One eye is nervous to stare at Ji Ling, also don't know if she discovers.

"What are you nervous about? What are you holding in your hand? " A fool can see that there is something wrong with the appearance of song Qingcheng, and Ji Ling is certainly more sensitive.

Song Qingcheng was relieved. It seems that Ji Ling didn't find out. Fortunately, what I was looking for was not a transparent bag, otherwise it would be over.

"It's none of your business. The textbook you want is on the floor. Take it yourself. " Song Qingcheng didn't return to her.

"You'd better not let me catch anything, or I'll make you die ugly." Ji Ling picked up the local textbook and left her a warning.

When Ji Ling left, the more she thought about it, the more she felt that song Qingcheng's reaction was too abnormal. Did she steal something from her family?

She thought as she walked towards the door. Inadvertently, he took aim at the blood on the bed

The eye color of the eye ground turns, immediately know how to return a responsibility.

Song Qingcheng, see how you die this time!

……

Song Qingcheng squatted on the ground to pick up the books. At this time, the door was pushed open from the outside. She thought it was Ji Ling who killed her and put the plastic bag in her arms again.

But this time, it's not Ji Ling, it's Ji Zhengting!

When she saw him, her face turned red and she quickly lowered her head to pick up the book.

"What's the matter?" He looked at the books all over the floor.

"It's nothing. I took my bag down by accident." She didn't tell him it was Ji Ling's masterpiece. She didn't want their brother and sister to fall out because of themselves.

"You bought what you wanted." Ji Zhengting handed her the handbag.

“……” Song Qingcheng stood up from the ground and took over the things he handed. He didn't dare to look at him, so he went into the bathroom.

Ji Zhengting helped her put the book in her schoolbag. By chance, he saw a hospital voucher

He picked it up and looked at it. It's the voucher for the payment of the hospital.

The inpatient is song Zheng, the date is Saturday, and the advance payment is 100000

What's the matter with her father?

The bathroom door was pulled open, and Ji Zhengting put things back again. As if nothing had happened, he continued to put books into her schoolbag one by one.

When song Qingcheng saw that he was helping himself, he suddenly felt that his father was tidying up his children's schoolbags.It's a pity that my father didn't help me pack my schoolbag once in my life!

Instead of disturbing him, she went to the cloakroom.

Ji Ling found that there was something secret in her schoolbag just now. In case she finds fault later, it's safer to hide it somewhere else. Take it out later and throw it away.

Relatives come, must pay attention to keep warm, she picked a white down jacket from the cloakroom. She always felt that white was not resistant to dirt, and this down jacket must be very expensive. She took it and hung it back.

She had very few clothes. Finally, she chose a beige down jacket that she had been wearing for three years.

When she came out of the cloakroom, Ji Zhengting had packed all the books. When she saw the clothes in her hand, her face sank.

"There are so many clothes in it, why don't you wear them?" He spoke with a cold face.

He provided her with no less than ten sets of winter clothes, but she had only a few. The coat almost never moved, only two sweaters, and there was no choice.

"Those clothes are too expensive for me."

"So, do you think it's suitable for me to be Ji Zhengting's wife?" Ji Zhengting glanced at the coat in her hand. It's very old. The cuffs are worn and the hair on the collar of the hat is thin. You can see that it's not less than three or four years old.

Song Qingcheng's mouth is flat, dumb.

Ji Zhengting stares at her coldly, takes away the coat from her hand, goes into her cloakroom, takes down the white down jacket from the hanger, and replaces the coat just now.

Song Qingcheng looked at the coat in his hand and looked at him again. I wanted to say something, but I didn't say anything in the end.

As he said, to be his wife, you can't be too humble and lose face.

Ji Zhengting will coat involuntarily set in her body, she also wear with. Good clothes are different. After wearing them, I feel like I've got into a small stove and my whole body is burning.