Chapter 20： Are you a dummy

Chapter 20 Are you a fool

Song Wenchuan walked straight to the door as if he hadn't heard of it.

Zhou Manli couldn't see that her baby girl was wronged, and she immediately sank, "A Chuan! There are still guests at home. Why are you going out at night? Didn't hear your sister say that she brought you a gift?"

Song Wenchuan frowned and turned back. Song Jingwan looked at him with tears in her eyes, pinching the hem of her skirt with both hands, looking forward to a pitiful appearance.

"Can't come?" Song Rui frowned and ordered.

"Brother..." Song Jingwan pleaded in a crying voice.

Everyone was waiting for him. Song Wenchuan's thin lips were slightly pursed. At this moment, he heard movement outside the door.

A petite girl, she was dragging a huge 27-inch suitcase, struggling to move up the stairs.

He frowned, strode over, and said in a cold voice, "Song Yaoyao, are you a fool?" Wouldn't it be a bad idea to stand still?

Song Yaoya was dragging his suitcase, and he heard someone scolding himself for being a fool.

She looked over with a sullen face. The young man was wearing a gray casual T-shirt and looked a bit similar to Zhou Manli. At this time, he was staring at her displeased.

Knowing from memory that he is the eldest son of the Song family, Song Wenchuan.

"Give me the suitcase, how clumsy." His face was dark and his voice was cold.

Song Yaoya leaned aside, avoided his hand, rolled his eyes at him, and his voice was colder than him: "No need."

After all, she easily lifted the huge 27-inch suitcase with one hand, walked up the stairs in three or two steps, and put it on the ground with a bang.

Song Wenchuan: "..."

The corners of his mouth twitched, and when he reacted, the petite girl had already passed by him.

The attitude is cold, not cowardly.

Song Wenchuan's expression was difficult to say, and when he turned around, he saw Song Yaoya walking through the living room with an indifferent expression, without saying a word.

Zhou Manli sneered, "I've gained a lot of skills, I won't even be able to scream when I come back? You are dumb?"

Song Rui clearly saw Huo Ningxi frown, and immediately glanced at Zhou Manli warningly, "Okay, the child is tired and wants to rest, why are you saying so much?"

Song Jingwan hurriedly got up from the sofa, and said softly to Song Yaoya’s back: "Yaoyao, don’t go back to the room, sit down and eat something! Put the suitcase first, and let someone help you carry it later— Uh--"

Before they finished speaking, everyone watched as Song Yaoyao picked up a large suitcase with one hand and stepped up the stairs step by step. The figure quickly disappeared from the corner.

Song Wenchuan frowned silently, feeling that Song Yaoyao seemed to be different.

Except for the same words, add less gloom.

Song Jingwan smiled a little embarrassedly, "I didn't expect to be so strong..."

"She wants to carry it by herself, let her carry it, every day of the yin and yang, who owes her!"

Zhou Manli snorted coldly, patted Song Jingwan on the shoulder, and asked her to sit down again.

But then, Song Jingwan was obviously a little distracted. Knowing daughter Mo Ruomu, Zhou Manli saw that, seeing Song Rui and Huo Ningxi want to have a good talk, she pulled Song Jingwan back to the room.

As soon as she entered the door, Song Jingwan rushed into Zhou Manli's arms, her tears suddenly resembled broken beads, her shoulders trembled slightly, "Mom!"

"What's the matter, Wanwan? Don't cry, don't cry first... Ouch, my baby, your mother's heart is broken by crying," Zhou Manli quickly patted Song Jingwan on the back, "what's the matter? Is that stinky girl bullying you? Now? Don’t be afraid, if you have something to tell your mom, mom will help you teach her!"

Song Jingwan was buried in Zhou Manli's arms, and a cold light flashed in her eyes.

窈窈: [with white eyes] powerful women do not need help from others

(End of this chapter)