Matriarch is Pretty and Cool

Ah, it's been a long time since I saw anyone begging to be struck by lightning.

Xu Xingchen gritted his teeth and corrected: "I didn't...I don't have that kind of bad mind. How could I be afraid of lightning strikes?"

When Xu Xingchen said these words, he dared not look at Duan Xingye's eyes for a while.

In fact, Duan Xingye shared with him the trivial things of the Duan family. For example, the fourth uncle took him to golf, the third uncle asked him for autographed photos of entertainment stars, and the second aunt made the latest design [biqusa.info]. Send him his men’s clothes, and I usually have tea with my grandfather, read the newspaper and go fishing.

Sometimes in the middle of the night, Xu Xingchen had such a thought while lying in bed. If Duan Xingye did not exist in this world, perhaps he would do better than Duan Xingye when he returned to Duan's house.

Xu Xingchen looked at the sky outside, and the sun was shining bright today.

thunder?

It's impossible to thunder in the last week!

Bai Chuwei snorted coldly, male protagonist, you are really not afraid of gods on your head!

The ancestors have always been generous, and will definitely satisfy him for such small requirements.

Duan Xingye threw the basketball away and walked outside: "I'm going back to study. Xu Xingchen, don't look for me anymore. Grandpa said in person that he won't let you go back to Duan's house, and there is nothing I can do. "

Duan Xingye actually thought that if Xu Xingchen hadn't jumped off the building, if Xu Xingchen took the initiative to tell him in a showdown, he would definitely help him return to Duan's house.

But when I think of him clearly guessing what his mother is going to do to him, but there is no reminder, my heart is cold.

Duan Xingye was a little lost, Bai Chuwei walked beside him while holding the phone while pressing the virtual keyboard.

"Vivi, are you sending a message?"

Bai Chuwei didn't look up: "Tell your uncle to remind him that it will rain later."

After all, she wants Duan Feihan to be her little brother. As the future boss, she must remind him to show her strength at any time.

Duan Xingye raised his head and looked at the sunny sky. Will it rain?

Duan Xingye thinks that Bai Chuwei may be a cultivator, but no matter how much he cultivates, it is impossible to make the sky rain, right? Could Bai Chuwei weather forecast?

But it doesn't matter if it rains, and it doesn't matter if you go to class in the classroom.

The two returned to the classroom. Just after they were seated, Duan Xingye glanced outside, his eyes became weird: "Why is the sky becoming cloudy?"

Bai Chuwei tucked her hair, and leisurely took down the book in the window in advance.

Downstairs Xu Xingchen looked ugly, and was pulled by Director Huang to speak.

Director Huang also heard about the illegitimate child, and said with earnest and sincere words: "Student Xu, now everything is focused on academics. I know you took leave today, but I hope you can come to school tomorrow."

"Boom" with a loud noise, a thunder pierced the sky!

The sound of thunder woke up the students who were still on the lunch break, and they all leaned toward the window.

Even Xu Xingchen was startled by the thunder.

What, why did it thunder?

Wouldn't it be so coincidental?

Director Huang didn't care when it rained down. She looked at Xu Xingchen worriedly with her hands behind her back and said, "Xu classmate, you also know your current situation. If you have a good college entrance examination score, maybe Mr. Duan will change his mind? You should? ..."

Director Huang babbled.

Seeing thunderstorms in the sky, heavy raindrops fell.

Director Huang felt that he hadn't finished speaking yet, so he stretched out his hand to pull Xu Xingchen to hide from the rain under the teaching building and continue talking.

Students shouted from an entire teaching building: "Director Huang, don't pull him, Xu Xingchen, run!"

The two were shocked at the same time, Xu Xingchen subconsciously raised his head and looked over, his eyes whitened, and a burning smell wafted out.

Before fainting, a sentence appeared in his mind--

He was really struck by lightning.