This quick wear is a bit sweet

386 Who Am I 24
He Yuanyuan was taking an exam and did not reply to the message.

There are still many missed calls, and before Xunguang looked at them, Li Hua's call came after him.

Xunguang shook her hand, and the phone fell to the ground with a "bang", and she fell to the ground by herself.

She is afraid.

Song Shi strode out of the kitchen and glanced at the phone that was vibrating on the ground.

"I'll take it." He still had the water used to cut the pineapple in his hand. After wiping his clothes clean, he reached out to answer the phone and put it on speakerphone.

Li Hua's voice came out of the phone as if he had grown a hand, and pinched Xunguang's neck accurately.

"Su Xun! Come back to me right away, no one would send his own father to prison! The wings are stiff, aren't they?"

Before the words were finished, the phone was probably snatched, and the aunt who Xunguang rarely showed up spoke.

"Xun, no matter what, he is still your father, and you have not been harmed. Come to the police station and explain clearly. We will not sue. We will withdraw the lawsuit. This family will still have to live a good life. Your father is in jail. You are like this Life is not easy, isn’t it?”

"Hey, let me tell you," Li Hua occupied the phone again, "What happened this time is that your father is wrong and went too far, but the family cannot live without a man. You are still young and don't understand. Just listen to your mother. Don't If you file a lawsuit, they are willing to pay compensation."

Xunguang's face turned livid.

No one asked her if she was hurt, where she was, or if she was okay.

She has always had illusions about Li Hua, thinking that she is just a poor person who has been abused by the family. Now it seems that only she is the most pitiful.

"You should say something!" An impatient roar came from the phone.

Song Shi covered Xunguang's mouth with one hand, and the aroma of pineapple entered her nose, calming her down.

Then Song Shi hung up the phone, pulled out the card and threw it into the pen washing bucket.

"From now on, you'll only have me. I'll raise you, send you to school, and prepare a dowry for you in the future. Anyway, it's my left hand that goes in and my right hand goes in, so I won't suffer any loss."

Xunguang nodded.

Song Shi continued to cook. The prawns, corn, green beans, and pineapple were fried in one pot, and placed in the pineapple shell.

Xunguang stuffed it into his mouth one mouthful at a time.

"I will ask Secretary Xu to tell your mother about funding your affairs. You will live here, and I will live in the villa."

Song Dynasty ate very little.

"Secretary Xu?" Xunguang put down the spoon and thought about who this person is, "No, he doesn't like you."

Song Shidao: "He doesn't dislike me. He takes money to do things. In the first experiment, your quiz score was adjusted, and the transfer procedures are already going through. You can go to class after the winter vacation."

Xun Guang looked at Song Shi silently for a while, then picked up the spoon again and started eating.

Song Shi patted her head and said, "I asked Zhang Yuan to buy the things, and he will deliver them in the afternoon."

"Yeah." Xunguang ate with a big mouthful, strength growing from his stomach.

She won't give up like this, she wants to wash off the mud on her body so that she won't become a burden to Song Shi.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Zhang Yuan came over.

With a folding bed and a lot of daily necessities, Xunguang even bought a down jacket.

Wuling Hongguang was so packed that it took three people five moves to finish it.

The studio does not need to be tidied up, just make room for a bed and a simple wardrobe.

"It's very nice, small and warm. I bought vegetables and I will cook them at night."

Zhang Yuan took a look at the results and was very satisfied. He carried the dishes into the kitchen with a big bag, took a look around, and found that Zhang Yuan should be self-taught in cooking, and he has his own ideas.

Stewed pork ribs with potatoes, radishes and tomatoes is really a creative dish.

Song Shi said while shopping on his mobile phone: "Wait and eat, you shouldn't have diarrhea."

"Yeah." Xun Guang took a look and started waiting for his meal.

An hour later, the food was ready, and Xun Guang lost all appetite just by looking at it.

The potatoes were scattered, and they were inseparable from the tomatoes. Only the white radish was very firm, and there were tomato mash hanging on the ribs. It was hard to say.

"Let's eat," Zhang Yuan set the table and chopsticks, "Zhang Wen likes to eat like this."

Xunguang didn't know if Zhang Wen was comforting his brother, so he didn't dare to chew more, and swallowed it whole.

Zhang Yuan said as he ate, "The lawyer told me that you don't need to appear in court. One will be sentenced to three years, and the other to five years."

"Well," Xunguang swallowed a mouthful of plain rice, "Thank you."

"Brother Xie Shi." Zhang Yuan glanced at Song Shi, "If you have nothing to do, don't go out. Now there is everything outside. Li, your mother is looking for you everywhere."

Xunguang nodded, now that she doesn't have a mobile phone card, when the police and lawyers either contact Zhang Yuan or Song, her world has become quieter and safer than ever before.

Song Shi ate the ribs without blinking, and said, "I bought a lot of things online, and you will bring them to me when I arrive."

"Buy again?" Zhang Yuan said weakly: "The van still needs to buy goods, so wait until I'm free."

Song Shidao: "For activities, if you spend 400 minus 30, you can buy some clothes, and they should arrive tomorrow."

"Thanks to your money," Zhang Yuan watched Song Shi pick up vegetables for Xunguang, and the pork ribs in his mouth were no longer fragrant, "I'm full."

The dog food is full.

Song Shi didn't have any vision at all, and he wanted to announce to the world that he had a girlfriend, and if he couldn't beat her, he would definitely turn his back on her.

After a meal, Zhang Yuan quickly packed up his things and left. Song Shi saw that there was nothing unusual about Xunguang, so he opened the math book and started to do the problems. He was half relieved and started to watch the smelly and long series.

The system glanced at the TV series Song Shi was watching, and found it difficult to understand Xunguang.

Judging by the way he paints, he is clearly a person with high artistic literacy. He doesn't watch operas or documentaries, but he actually watches TV dramas like "Mother-in-law is Mom", which can be called a foot-binding cloth. What a strange hobby.

Such a good character is blind.

Xunguang scoffed, thinking that the system was not much better, and SpongeBob watched it twice.

One person attacked and abused each other with the system for a full 5 minutes. Xunguang was in a good mood. After doing a set of test papers, he glanced at Song Shi.

He wasn't watching TV anymore.

Xun Guang saw his mobile phone out of the corner of his eye.

"100 things couples should do together."

system:"."

Xunguang laughed out loud, Song Shi turned his head and saw Xunguang laughing with his stomach in his arms, so he rushed over and held her down.

"Don't tell it, or your boyfriend will kill you."

"I swear."

Song Shi's face was close to hers, their noses were touching, and they cared about each other in their hearts and eyes.

Xunguang raised his head and lightly touched his lips: "What is one hundred things?"

She was willing to be silly with Song Shi.

"The first thing is..." Song Shi looked down and lowered his head.

It was snowing finely outside, and only one light was turned on in the dilapidated and quiet residential building. The studio was crowded and small, but it was extraordinarily warm.

Song Shi opened the refrigerator and said, "Let's cook a meal together. It says we should cook together."

Xunguang's stomach growled.

Song Shi smiled and said: "Okay, you promised, roll up your sleeves and come here."

"I haven't cooked with anyone else," Xunguang couldn't help laughing, rolled up his sleeves and walked in, "Please give me your advice."

"I'm the head chef, and you're the assistant. Now, the five-star chef Song Shi is going to make a dish." Song Shi glanced at the solitary dried tofu in the refrigerator. Cut the green pepper."

"Received, sir."

(End of this chapter)