Chapter 89

Su Yirou's face is ferocious, terrifying and fierce. Qin Yanran's words stimulate her nerve to jump suddenly. It's not enough for her to succeed, and it's more than enough for her to fail. It's a waste of her efforts today. She can't get rid of her anger and kicks her feet again.

The fierce way she beat her child scared the victim, and even stopped her: "Ms. Su, you will hurt her like this."

"It's better to kill you. Such a big man is not reliable at all. It's better to kill you so as not to harm others."

Qin Yanran was scared by her mother. Her whole body hurt when she was kicked, and she crawled under the bed to hide. Today, all her faces were lost in this room. She hated that she had no ability. When she married into the Lu family, she wanted to let everyone know her ability.

Su Yirou still drags her outside and is stopped by the victim: "take her back, so as not to blame me for my life."

"I'm sorry, I'm not thoughtful. I'll go back to educate her. I hope you can understand our feelings as parents. Even if she doesn't work, I hope she can do well. We're sorry for what she did to you. We hope you can use money to heal your inner pain."

Su Yirou's words are just right, which just hit the other party's victim's heart. After a long silence, she still let her take her daughter.

Su Yirou nods, takes Qin Yanran away by force, and even drags her out.

Qin Yanran was afraid of being beaten and walked behind her with her neck constricted. Her whole body was in pain and she was limping. Suddenly Su Yirou turned around and scared her. She immediately covered her body and begged for mercy: "Mom, please don't hit me."

Her pitiful tears flowed down again. Sue sighed softly, raised her hand and wiped it off: "don't worry, I won't hit you again. Follow me."

Su Yirou pulls her. Qin Yanran's heart is beating violently. Up to now, she hasn't calmed down. She has been dragged to the parking lot by Su Yirou and stuffed into the car. Her heart is still pounding.

All her faces were gone, and she was injured.

Su Yirou got on the car and tugged her body: "let me see the injury."

Qin Yanran doesn't dare to move. She looks out of the car window. Su Yirou lifts her skirt and her back turns red. Her feet are not light. It's a foregone conclusion.

"Go back and rub the ointment."

"Mom, I know it's wrong. Don't hit me when you go back. I didn't mean to talk back."

"Well, beating you is just one of the stratagems. It should be about the same."

"What?"

Qin Yanran looks at her in surprise, but Su Yirou sneers. Today's play is deliberately arranged by her, and she doesn't tell her in advance, so as to avoid bad things.

She went to the ward to grind for a few days, but it didn't work. When she left that day, she just heard what she said to her husband and wife. She wanted Qin Yanran to apologize, so she had today's plan.

"You did a good job today."

Qin Yanran doesn't know what's going on when she is praised. She looks at her mother in a dazed way. Su Yirou doesn't explain to her. She can't understand it with her brain.

"Don't ask why. Recently, I've taken care of my body and face. Don't show up in front of Lu Nanyu. Men are superficial and like beautiful and delicate women."

"Well, I know."

Qin Yanran felt the dull skin and planned silently in her heart.

…………

Song Jin raised herself at home for a few days. Although it was not time to remove the stitches, the wound was no longer painful, allowing her to move freely.

She looked at her beautiful face in the mirror, but she didn't go out for a few days, and her complexion turned a little bit white. She hummed happily, chose clothes in the cloakroom, and finally chose a set of sportswear, which was exactly the same pair as Lu Nancheng's white sportswear. They walked together, saying that no one believed them.

Song Jin tied her hair into a high ponytail and put on a simple make-up. She hopped down the stairs.

Lu Nancheng was already ready. He raised his wrist and looked at her watch several times. He caught a glimpse of her jumping down the third step of the stairs. She looked naughty, and his heart was tight.

"You're still a patient. You can't do strenuous exercise."

"Lu Nancheng, thank you for your concern, but we're going to start. It's too late."

Song Jin playfully urges him to swallow what he says. She sweeps the white sportswear on her body. Just like him, walking together is a couple's outfit. He is happy and quickens his pace to keep up.

While Lu Nancheng was driving, Song Jin sat in the car with Downing wechat and yawned silently after arranging things.

"Sleepy?"

"No, I just open my mouth."

“……”

Lu Nancheng would retort if he had left it in the past, but now Lu Nancheng drives in silence, and her gentle eyes occasionally fall on her. He proposes to watch the game, and he never wants to get her support, but also wants to come with him.

"Have you ever played badminton abroad before?"

"Well, dad is my first teacher, but he hasn't played for a long time. How about you?"

"Average technology."

Can let Lu Nancheng admit technology is general, song Jinxin, may be really general, pacify his young heart."In fact, I am also very ordinary."

"Try it next time?"

"OK."

Song Jin has already thought about it. When she fights with Lu Nancheng next time, she must let go of water. She can't put too much pressure on him. Lu Nancheng, the son of heaven, doesn't want to face. Her cunning eyes all fall into Lu Nancheng's heart, and a faint smile rises on her lips.

As the car drove into the gymnasium, Song Jin got off first and looked around excitedly.

After more than 20 years of development, the gymnasium has long lost its old look. Today's building is magnificent, exquisite, and covers an extremely large area. Rao Shi feels excited when he stands at the door.

Song Jin accidentally took out a mobile phone to take a few photos, this just satisfied into.

She stood at the door, looking at the sign. She was dragged by Lu Nancheng's hand, put her hand on the back of her head, and pushed her directly.

Song Jin was forced to push forward, turned to stare at him: "Lu Nancheng, take your hand away from my noble head."

"If not?"

"I'll let you know immediately what Mrs. Lu is good at."

Her eyebrows stood upright. She did not believe that the old aunt could not cure the little fresh meat.

Lu Nancheng laughs low. Her chest vibrates slightly. Her hand moves away from her head, but it falls on her back neck again. She blocks her back neck. Song Jin, who is caught by fate, is about to blow her hair.

"Here we are. Check in."