spend your youth with you

Chapter 8
If Su Qiang hadn't tried his best to stop him, Jiang Wanyue would have beaten Su to death long ago.

"Give me a two-hour penalty, and no dinner at night!"

Jiang Wanyue's chest heaved, she said sharply, then glared at Su Qiang who was trying to persuade her: "Don't beg for her, or you will be punished to kneel together."

"..." Su Qiang cried, daughter, father is sorry for you.

"Understood..." Seeing his father begging for help without hope, Su Hao had no choice but to walk over and stand silently.

She didn't know that cactus couldn't be watered too much, if she knew it, she wouldn't be nosy.

Haha Although usually a bit stupid, but very loyal, ran over with short legs to stand with Su.

Su Haohao was very moved and decided to add chicken legs to every meal in the future.

After the punishment was over, Su Hao endured the pain in his leg, ran to Grandpa Mei's house to apologize, and volunteered to water all the flowers in his house.

Grandpa Mei was so frightened that her heart almost broke, and she quickly pushed her away: "Don't, my good boy, please don't come again. If you don't come, you will be giving Grandpa Mei the biggest apology."

"..." Su hugged the dog well, and returned with some disappointment.

"Young master, what are you looking at?"

Drew came over and saw Su Haohao downstairs walking with a husky in his arms.

She has waist-length black hair, wearing a white nightdress, and the orange sunset stretches her limp little back long.

What a troublemaker.

Ye Yao thought.

Afterwards, Jiang Wanyue came to a conclusion that this skinny girl couldn't stay at home for a day, so she enrolled her in a ballet class in the Children's Palace to cultivate her literary and ladylike temperament, and corrected all the problems that caused trouble.

Su Haohao couldn't hold his arms against his thighs, and was reluctantly carried to class by his father.

first day.

Su Haohao thought that ballet was a simple dance, but the reality is...she thought it was too simple.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Su Haohao's whole portrait was split open, and his slender legs in dance trousers were separated and pressed against the wall. The teacher pressed his legs against his legs, crying ghostly and howling.

The students in the ballet class were used to this, but they still stopped in surprise and looked at the little girl with amazing lung capacity in the corner of the classroom.

"Children's muscles and bones are soft, so it doesn't hurt so much. Stick it to the wall and keep it for 10 minutes."

The ballet teacher, who was over fifty years old, obviously had a lot of experience. Facing Su Hao's tragic screams, she was extremely calm, supporting her back with one hand, and pushing her legs against the wall with the other.

"It hurts, it hurts... Teacher, don't push it... It really hurts, woo..."

Su Haohao's black and white eyes were filled with tears, his little nose was red, and he begged for mercy while crying.

The yelling was so tragic that it once attracted crowds from several classes next door.

After only one day of ballet class, Su Haohao was tortured a lot.

On Monday, after the dormitory, I buried my head on the desk, motionless, and didn't even go to play when asked by my friends.

Her legs hurt so badly that she couldn't even walk.

Ye Yao stared at her and looked at her meeting, then turned her head silently.

Until noon.

When eating, seeing Su Haohao straighten up, Ye Yao immediately hugged the lunch box in his arms, but who knew that Su Haohao just turned over lazily, lay down and fell asleep again.

"..."

Ye Yao's clear eyes were a little puzzled.

(End of this chapter)