So... He means, that day's words, don't count?

Fan Xi's stupefied appearance made Mengmeng unable to help laughing.

He raised his hand and rubbed the head of his silly primary school sister. "Do you hear me, eh?"

Staring at his smiling eyes, fan Xi suddenly got angry.

He said that if he didn't count, he wouldn't count?

He wants to be with her, just with her?

It's disgusting to have to listen to him.

Does he know how hurtful that remark is?

Do you know how much courage she had to say those words?

But what about him?

A few understated words completely overturned her words.

Now, he came to tell her, that day's words do not count, he regretted?

Fan Xihong's eyes were red and her nose was sour. She waved his hand. "Don't touch me."

"Why are you crying?"

Mengmeng gets flustered. He stands up and comes to fanxi. He takes her shoulder in one hand and asks softly, "is it because I didn't do well that I made you angry?"

"Said don't touch me." Fan Xi's voice with a cry, grievance is not good.

These days of grievances, these days of unwillingness, these days of sadness, at this moment all found vent.

Mengmeng is pushed away by her for a distance. He stands beside her at a loss and doesn't know what to do.

"I'm sorry, fanxi."

After a long time, he sincerely lowered his head and apologized: "it was my fault that day. I shouldn't have said those words to hurt you. My primary sister is so timid. I must have scared you. I'm sorry. "

All along, she is the one who escapes from him.

She finally took the first step to him, but he refused her.

What do you say they are not suitable for? Let's be friends in the future.

Bah!

I really want to turn back time. I'll slap myself in the face.

What nonsense do you say, Chu Yumeng!

If you don't die, you won't die!

They are a perfect couple. No one is more suitable than them!

He must have been mad that day to say that.

"Xuemei, give me another chance, eh?" Mengmeng sat down beside her, holding her small hand in one hand and pinching it twice in the palm of her hand.

My sister's hands are really soft.

It's the same as the little claw of a little heart.

The reason for writing all the year round is that there is a thin cocoon on her middle finger, which is the symbol of learning hegemony.

Repeatedly rubbing the cocoon, the cute voice was incredibly soft. "Xuemei, give me a chance, OK?"

Fan Xi takes a sniff and draws back her hand. Mengmeng first holds her hand tightly and doesn't let her move. "You promise me first."

"You let me go, sir."

"No, unless you promise me first."

Fan Xi is angry and anxious. His snot is coming down. He is still holding her hand tightly. Do you want to see her embarrassment?

"I'm going to blow my nose. You let go."

She cried out this sentence in shame and anger, and Mengmeng herself was stunned for a while.

After stupefied, he quickly responded, took out the paper towel, sent up, "here."

Fanxi took the tissue, blew his nose clean with his back to him, and wiped his tears by the way.

When she had cleaned up her mess, fanxi stood up and went out.

Mengmeng hurriedly chases up, "fan Xi, where are you going?"

"Go home!"

"I'll see you!"

Mengmeng is like an immortal Xiaoqiang. How can fanxi escape.