Abused Alpha Quits

In only ten seconds, the neatly stacked clothes were messed up and fluffy, as if a typhoon had passed through the border.

Not only the wardrobe, but the textbooks on the desk were all turned over.

Including the schoolbag on Song Qiyan's back was not spared.

Mother Song rummaged in anger, and screamed loudly: "You little beast, where did you hide your money? It's really hard for your wings, so you can play with us, right? The TV station is coming to interview, why don't you tell us? Do you want people in the city to see your charming face, and then see if there is a rich man who will find you and be hooked by you, huh?"

The pen and eraser in the pencil case were scattered all over the floor. The tape used to correct the typo fell on the back of her slippers wearing slippers in a rude gesture. The moment she collided with her skin, she made a bang. It didn't hurt, but it was different. Sad.

Song Miyan lowered her head and clenched her fingers. She sucked her nose and held back the tears, "I didn't. The TV station came to interview, and I didn't know until noon today."

"Do you think I will believe it?" Mother Song squeezed her chin and forced her to raise her head. The rough knuckles dripped with warmth in the next second. Mother Song frowned fiercely at the drop of crystal. Teach her: "Who are you crying for? Do you think you cry, we will feel soft? Tell you, in our house, tears are the most useless thing!"

I know that money is the most useful thing.

Song Miyan smiled tragically, and answered silently in his heart.

"What are you laughing at?" Mother Song twisted her, "You are really getting more and more arrogant! Closer to home, where did you hide the money?"

"I didn't hide it. I really have no money."

Song Miyan spoke very slowly so that his voice would not tremble due to emotional ups and downs.

Father Song lifted up the unwashed bowl on the dinner table and smashed it over: "Until now, I don't tell the truth!"

The porcelain bowl is no better than tape, once it is smashed, it will definitely produce a bluish purple.

Song Miyan wanted to avoid it, but Mother Song stubbornly pressed her: "What to hide? Your father taught you that if you don't take it honestly, you dare to resist?!"

After a pause like this, the porcelain bowl hit his knees, the bones were hit hard, and there was a heartache. The oil in the bowl splashed on the snow-white knee-length socks, and even the pleated skirts and shirts were not spared.

Song Miyan closed his eyes and concealed the pain in his eyes: "Because... I knew they wouldn't let me pay, so they said that."

Mother Song sneered, and the corners of her lips bulged out: "You really know how to guess your classmates' minds. You usually hook up with people! Think about it, you eat like that at home, but your skin is so hydrated. Take the snacks from your classmates, why don't you know how to bring it back to honor me and your dad?"

Song Miyan did not speak.

Mother Song didn't want to hear any answer from her, she just wanted to criticize her, just to scold this white-eyed wolf!

After Song's father and Song's mother turned Song Mingyan's room upside down, even the mattress was opened, and indeed nothing was found, then he turned on Song Mingyan's mobile phone, and searched through all kinds of WeChat QQ software, and found nothing. Reluctantly, he reluctantly believed that she didn't hide the money secretly.

The empty plates, bowls and chopsticks on the dinner table are still on top, waiting for her to clean up.

Father Song sat back on the sofa, and the previous search was a physical task. He said to Song mother a little bit: "Call her class teacher tomorrow morning and ask for leave for her."

Then he looked at Song Mi, who was standing upright, with no sadness or joy on his face: "You will go to the hospital with me tomorrow to get blood. Breakfast is not allowed."

"There are also all these messy things. I will clean up. I will get up tomorrow morning. If you see a little mess, just wait for me!"

After speaking, he coughed twice, then went back to the room with Song Mother, closed the door, leaving a room of sorrow.

Song Miyan glanced at the time. It was nine o'clock in the evening, and Wanwan hadn't come back at this point. She should be living in a classmate's house.

She looked at the messy room, walked forward slowly like a ghost, and picked up the dishes on the table.

Early next morning

Ye Ci came to the school. Yu Manning in the front row had already arrived. When he saw her, he bounced his head in front of her and shook the dirty braid on his head: "Sister, you still miss me. Seven braids ~ when will they be honored?"

"One a day, okay?"

Ye Ci had calculated the time, a dirty braid, if he made it by himself, it would take about 30 minutes, so he would make it for her at noon.

Yu Manning happily said yes, and then reported the results of yesterday’s investigation: “The owner of Qingcheng Coffee Shop has not discovered anything for the time being, but the regional manager of Qi Ling Electric seems to have an improper relationship with a married omega. When they met yesterday, their eyes were thunderous, and they were very relevant. Anyway, I will continue to pay attention to it. Once there is any sign, I will press the shutter and take a photo for the certificate."

Ye Ci made a cheering gesture to her.

Until the beginning of the morning reading, the seats next to it were empty. The people in the class had whispered discussions several times, and everyone thought it was very strange.

As the class leader, Song has always set an example. He has never been late, so why didn't he show up this morning.

Then I think of yesterday's charity show, Uncle Song's screaming and the squad leader being beaten by Aunt Song.

All the students felt something bad in their hearts.

—Will the monitor have a dispute with his uncle and aunt?

-Incomplete protection. Maybe the dispute is still very big, the goddess was forcibly locked in the house by the uncles and aunts, maybe even thinking behind closed doors.

-what? Uncle, they are so to the monitor? It's too much.

—That, I just said casually, not necessarily true.

—But I feel that eight or nine will never leave ten, otherwise the squad leader, who is raining and rainy, will suddenly not come?

Ye Ci looked at the vacant seat next to her, with some worry in her eyes. She took the dance skirt home last night and washed it, and she was not sure if Student Song wanted it.

The second class in the morning was an English class. Qin Yan, the head teacher, came over and answered everyone's doubts: "This morning, Song's mother called and said that Song has a high fever and can't come."

As soon as I said this, a dozen students said that they would go to see her when they waited for the lunch break, which shows that Song is very popular in the class.

Qin Yan knew that Song Qiyan's home was not far from the school, and it didn't take much time to walk there, so she didn't stop it.

Here, Yu Manning called Ye Ci to have lunch together, and even thought about the menu enthusiastically, but Ye Ci wondered if he would visit her with the dozen or so classmates at noon.

I don't feel very relieved.

At this time, Song Yaoyan was lying on the blood sampling chair in the hospital, and the nurse in charge of the blood sampling had already disinfected her arm with tincture of iodine.

Before piercing the needle, I asked: "Should I still pump 200ml～300ml as usual?"

Father Song shook his head: "Pump 400."

Song Miyan didn't respond from beginning to end, and he just let Song's father say nothing, just like a wooden puppet.

The nurse glanced at Song Yaoyan again, with some embarrassment on the face: "Your daughter is so thin, the blood volume in the body will not be high, 400ml may be nothing to others, but for your daughter, there may be obvious complications. Such as dizziness, chest tightness, heart palpitations, and perhaps more serious symptoms, I hope you can think about it carefully."

Father Song didn't even think about it. In other words, he didn't bother to listen to the nurse at all, and waved his hand directly:

"It's okay, smoke."