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Chapter 126 The rich young mother and her stepson

"Why don't you drink it?" Cheng Xuran looked at him with a smile while holding Wangzai milk. The bright red color of the can reflected the white fingertips, like a touch of frost among the red roses. The sky was filled with frost on an autumn morning.

Above her head is the grape trellis in the courtyard. The moonlight shines through the vines on her shoulders in an orderly manner, and the white skirt has unknown traces.

They looked at each other over the sound of voices.

An impartial gaze.

Occasionally accepted.

"I'm not used to drinking." Song Yanqing said calmly, his eyes clear.

Is that all?

"Why do I feel like you are playing a riddle?" Xu Zhi came over and said, "Hi, Song Yanqing, do you still remember me?"

Song Yanqing: "Not blind."

Xu Zhi pointed at him: "I knew you were still the same as before, you deserve a fucking beating."

"It's okay, I can fight." Song Yanqing said nonchalantly.

Xu Zhi slapped the table and made a fuss with him.

This is the distance between real ordinary friends, appropriate and comfortable, and noisy with each other.

"Song Yanqing, why are you such a male college student today?" Xu Zhi pointed, "You are still pretending to be young after three years of graduation, right?"

Song Yanqing wore a hoodie and trousers today, very casual and casual, a blend of high-end gray and cool black, with that face right there.

He looks like a computer expert.

Song Yanqing was convinced: "Not as good as Sister Zhi."

Xu Zhi is older than Song Yanqing.

They are all in the same class, but Xu Zhi has the oldest birthday among them, she was born in January.

It hurts, it hurts too much.

Xu Zhi hit back: "Yes, I rely on my old age to show off my old age. To be honest, you and Xuxu are standing together today, like a rich young mother and her stepson."

Cheng Xuran:? ? ?Song Yanqing:? ? ?

"Pfft——" Xing Jianshu spit out a mouthful of beer!

These sisters are so fierce, they dare to say anything!
This dinner was very lively. Everyone talked about life, ideals, and everything that happened in high school.

From a later perspective, many things are actually no big deal.

I was just confused at the time.

"I remember when we were in our second year of high school, on the eve of the college entrance examination for our senior year, those in the senior year department were tearing up papers all over the place. As a result, we were very excited to see it, and we also imitated the senior high school students and tore up their papers hahahaha..."

"Don't tear me apart." Song Yanqing sneered.

"That's wrong, Brother Song." Xing Jianshu put his hands together, "That's not right, weren't you the leader?"

"I tore up my homework, and you didn't even have any review questions left, right?"

Xing Jianshu looked sad: "Stop talking, I know I'm not very smart."

Later, he was punished by copying papers.

Cheng Xuran didn't tear it up, but Song Yanqing tore it up, and everyone went crazy. In the end, they didn't know whose paper it was, and then several people read the same paper in class.

At that time, Song Yanqing still borrowed it from Cheng Xuran.

The head teacher was so angry.

Song Yanqing made many great achievements in high school. He was not a traditional good student who followed the rules. He was punished as much as he read the speech at the flag-raising ceremony.

"And there's this! I've never heard of you talking about it!" The colleague opened his eyes wide.

Zhao Zihang was relatively silent. He kept his head down and drank, holding back and restraining himself.

"I'll post it on Moments." Xing Jianshu took a picture of the dishes on the table and sent it to WeChat, and someone quickly replied below.

Weiyang: [You abandoned me, woo woo, it’s too much and you are eating alone behind my back! 】

Xing Jianshu was so happy that he sent a WeChat message and said according to the voice: "Then come here now, Brother Song please."

(End of this chapter)