Madam, president loves you secrectly

I don't know when she began to pester others like when she was a child, and she also began to learn to gradually bury her mind.

Even more, second best. Like to make big things small, make small things small.

Wen Bo looked at Song Manxi in the back seat through the rearview mirror, closed his eyes, flashed a strange emotion, shook his head and sighed.

But I thought to myself: young master Junxiao, I'm afraid he still has to suffer.

The two men were speechless all the way until the car came to the gate of Junlin high school. Song Manxi finally responded. According to Wenbo, there were too many people outside. She asked her to wait in the car. When she found Junlin's brother, she came over.

She looked out of the window and looked at the school gate. She knew the high school here. This was the place where she was going to study. Her mother had already informed herself. It turned out that it was like this. The students and cars outside were blocked at the school gate, and the horn was very noisy.

From a distance, she saw her brother Junlin, who was wearing a slender and loose school uniform, carrying a shoulder bag, neatly combed hair and an idol halo. He was really much taller and handsome than before.

On a whim, she turned her eyes and decided to get out of the car and play tricks on him.

The king's landing outside the window still seemed like he didn't sleep enough and kept yawning, but when Wenbo told him that Miss Song Manxi had returned to Jiangcheng and would eat at Jun's house in the evening, he was stunned and couldn't be confident: "Wenbo, is what you said true? Sissy really came back?"

Wenbo nodded. Junlin looked at him and didn't look like a liar. He thought for a moment, strode across the crowd with a smile, went straight through the central aisle and came to his car. Wenbo followed him all the way.

"Sissy? I came to your king's landing brother as soon as I came back. It seems that you really love me."

With his schoolbag on his back, Junlin suddenly opened the door. When he saw the scene that there was no one inside, a group of crows flew over his head, and the corner of his mouth smoked: "Wenbo, where is anyone here?"

But when Wenbo answered, his eyes were covered by a pair of warm hands, and a clear voice came from behind: "guess who I am?"

King's landing understood that the corner of his mouth bent a radian, following her meaning: "is it snow white?"

"No, guess again."

"Mermaid?"

"Wrong, guess again."

"Witch?"

"Hum, brother Junlin, you're a witch. No, you're a man. You should be called the witch father." Song Manxi took back his hands over Junlin and tilted his mouth slightly. Junlin turned to her and looked at Song Manxi in a bright yellow dress. The smile on his face deepened.

"I know. It's our cutest and most beautiful little princess, Princess Sisi." he pinched song Manxi's cheek.

Even after seven years, some things are still the same.

"Princess sissy? It's novel. I seem to be Princess Elizabeth of Bavaria. However, I like it." Song Manxi said, took one or two steps forward and hugged Junlin with one action: "brother Junlin, I miss you so much."

Junlin looked at Song Manxi, who rushed into his arms in front of him, at a loss. There were so many students in front of him. His face turned red. Although he had simple feelings for the girl, he was a 17-year-old boy after all. This time, he was also fooled.

"Oh, Junlin, your little fiancee, I know you're on holiday. I'm looking for you?" Junlin raised his eyes and looked at the person in front of him. After seeing it clearly, his face darkened for a few minutes.