Xueba's sweet wife is super cute

Chapter 40 040: Learn from others and prepare gifts [one more]

Zhen Mingzhu ran up to the fifth floor and pushed open the door of the dormitory.

Song Xiangxiang did not come back.

She raised her eyes and looked around, then put the paper bag she was carrying on Yue Lingshan's desk, raised her chin and said, "Here, Li Chenggong gave it to you."

Yue Lingshan just woke up from a nap, tied her hair into a ponytail casually, her eyes fell on the paper bag, and she let out an unexpected ah.

Zhen Mingzhu explained: "Their dim sum."

Li Chenggong's family is in the food business. Yue Lingshan has heard about it in class, but she is rewarded for nothing. Li Chenggong also got her involved and was scolded by two teachers.Of course she didn't want to accept snacks or anything.However, before the words of refusal came out, Rao Li asked curiously: "Is Li Chenggong chasing you?"

"...No." Yue Lingshan looked up at Zhen Mingzhu, and said awkwardly, "I can't take his things, you can give them back to him for me."

"That can't be done." Zhen Mingzhu refused without thinking, stepped forward with a smile and put her arms around her neck and said, "I can't even give you a snack. If I just go back like this, I will be laughed to death by those people, anyway. We are in the same dormitory, how embarrassing—”

She asked for something, and her tone of voice was like being coquettish.

Yue Lingshan seldom gets so close to people, she blushed and wanted to say more, Zhen Mingzhu let go of her, and casually took out the snack box from the paper bag, opened it without saying a word, put one to her mouth and said: "Try it!" Try it, it's really delicious."

Yue Lingshan pursed her lips and hid.

The more she avoided Zhen Mingzhu, the closer she got, and finally, when the two of them were almost face to face, Yue Lingshan blushed and took a bite of the snack as if compromising.

The six-petal flower-shaped dim sum has a white and soft skin, and the mung bean filling is sweet and soft. It is really delicious.

Zhen Mingzhu watched her swallow, put half of the dim sum back into the box contentedly, took three pieces of different shapes, and distributed them to Wang Yuan, Chen Ying and Rao Li.

"Thank you." The three of them were not as embarrassed as Yue Lingshan, and thanked them with smiles.

Zhen Mingzhu clapped her hands: "Da Bo didn't come back?"

"I went with you after school." Yue Lingshan turned her head to look at her, thinking of the closeness between the two before, her little face was still a little red.

Zhen Mingzhu hummed and said nothing.

*
At the school gate, on the side of the street.

Song Xiangxiang and Pan Yi walked for a while, and asked softly, "Did you fight with someone?"

Pan Yi's forehead and neck were slightly wounded, his forehead was torn and blood was oozing from under his eyes, and the neck was even more strange, with two scratches.

Hearing her question, Pan Yi put down his hand that was touching the wound, and said with a smile: "A shrew smashed a bar early in the morning."

"what--"

"It's okay." When the voice fell to the ground, he met Song Xiangxiang's obviously worried eyes, and patiently explained, "It has nothing to do with me. The bar belongs to my friend. He happened to be there. I went to fight."

"Oh." Song Xiangxiang breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.

Pan Yi glanced away slightly, looking for something to say: "That friend of yours just now?"

"Well, she's chasing Cheng Yanning." Song Xiangxiang said with some embarrassment, "I've been chasing Cheng Yanning for a while, but there is still no result."

"It's pretty."

"Well, her father runs a company and his family background is very good."

"It can be seen." Pan Yi smiled and nodded.

Such a girl has a fair and delicate face, a flamboyant complexion, bright eyes, and obvious signs of pampering.

Pan Yi thought about it wildly, and heard Song Xiangxiang next to him suddenly say, "Wait a minute."

"Ok?"

As soon as he raised his eyes, Song Xiangxiang turned around and ran into the nearby pharmacy.

Pan Yi looked through the glass door for a few seconds, looked away, turned around and took out the cigarette case from his trouser pocket, lit one for himself and held it in the corner of his mouth.

Not long after Song Xiangxiang went in, he came out with something in his hand.

Pan Yi glanced at the cigarette between his fingers, and saw that it was a band-aid, iodine tincture, and cotton swab.He smiled unexpectedly, looked at Song Xiangxiang and said, "A little injury is of no use."

"The wound on your forehead is oozing blood." Song Xiangxiang pursed his lips, unscrewed the iodine, tore off the outer packaging of the cotton swab, and said softly, "Nails are also poisonous, so it's better to deal with them."

Pan Yi raised the corners of his lips, revealing an inexplicable smile.

Song Xiangxiang was extremely embarrassed by his gaze, she turned her head to look to the side, avoiding his gaze and suggested, "Sit on the chair over there, I'll help you fix it."

Pan Yi looked up at the row of chairs on the steps outside the pharmacy, threw a cigarette and walked over.

He was tall, and he stretched his long legs casually after sitting down, his movements were lax, with a lazy and ruffian air.

Song Xiangxiang didn't sit down, but stood to help him clean the wound.

It was easy to say on the forehead, a cotton swab was rolled in iodine, and then rolled on his forehead again, and a Band-Aid was applied when it was done.

The two of them didn't speak, and Pan Yi didn't know where to look.

Song Xiangxiang let out a breath in his heart, looked at his sharp side face, and lightly pursed the corners of his lips: "Look up your neck."

Pan Yi glanced at her and raised his neck cooperatively.

There was no blood on his neck, and he didn't need a Band-Aid. Song Xiangxiang took a cotton swab and moved over to it, and carefully landed on the red scratch marks.

"Hiss—" Pan Yi's lips curled into a smile.

Song Xiangxiang quickly withdrew his hands: "Does it hurt?"

"It's a little cold."

Song Xiangxiang heaved a sigh of relief, touched the last scratch with a cotton swab, got close, and looked at his slightly protruding Adam's apple unavoidably.

Suddenly, a little flustered.

*
eight pm.

The first evening self-study class is about to end, and the classroom of Class [-] of Senior High School is full of whispers.

Zhen Mingzhu fell asleep for half the class, and when she woke up, she found that Song Xiangxiang, who had changed seats next to her, was holding a strip of colored paper in one hand and was concentrating on folding something.

She yawned and looked at it for a while, then asked with a smile, "What are you doing?"

"Lucky star." Song Xiangxiang's men moved quickly, within a few seconds, a bulging pink star was born on her fingertips, chubby and very cute.

The boutique in front of the school will sell these gadgets, and Zhen Mingzhu has seen them too.But she has always been carefree, and has never done these small handicrafts. She just thought it was very fun to see little stars being born under Song Xiangxiang's hands. After watching for a while, she took the initiative to draw a note and asked curiously: " How to do it, teach me, teach me."

Song Xiangxiang put down another star and asked with a smile, "Do you want to learn?"

"No way?" Zhen Mingzhu rolled her eyes at her.

Song Xiangxiang chuckled: "Okay, Missy, if you want to learn, it won't work. It's very simple, first of all, tie a knot in the paper, fold it, fold it, and finally, just pinch it."

She folded while talking, and another star was healed soon.

Zhen Mingzhu followed suit, and after a long time struggled to figure out one, she said angrily, "Ugh, why is it so ugly!"

Song Xiangxiang saw it, and held back a smile, went to point her out.

A few minutes later, Ms. Zhen Zhen successfully folded three lucky stars.She enjoyed it very much and was so involved that she didn't even hear the bell for the end of get out of class, until the little star at her hand was suddenly taken away. Li Chenggong laughed and said, "Fuck, Zhen Zhen, what are you doing!"

　Hey, in order to pursue the god of learning, my little Zhenzhen has started to become a female celebrity, worrying...

　　Then, shall we watch at [-]:[-] p.m.?

　　(?)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)