After wearing the book, Little Green Tea was favored by five villains

Song Zheng slightly lowered her head to look at the bouquet of delicate and beautiful roses, and opened her mouth, her mouth was soft and her hands were short, Song Zheng viciously grabbed the roses without saying a word.

Song Ling, who was watching the play, now understands the usefulness of this bouquet of roses. It turns out that it can avoid the sarcastic remarks of the hot-tempered Xiaozheng.

Song Yingying sweetly said "goodbye" to Song Zheng's classmate

In fact, most people would like the cute little girl, especially the delicacy that comes out from the bones.

Song Ling consciously helped to take the box: "Welcome back."

Song Zheng let out a "hum".

She and Song Ling are twins. It stands to reason that she should be called brother Song Ling, but Song Zheng never called her, and always called him by his first name.

"Has sister eaten? Is sister hungry?"

Song Yingying is so greedy for Song Zheng's figure, when she hugged her just now, her face was just buried in her softness, rubbing against her, it was so comfortable!

Song Zheng is extremely tall. As a girl, she is nearly 1.8 meters tall, with long legs everywhere.

Song Zheng grabbed her by the collar and stared at her calmly:

"Song Yingying."

"Are you crazy?"

Song Yingying: "..."

Song Yingying stood on tiptoe and gave Song Zheng a "boo" on the face.

Song Zheng: "?"

Song Zheng shook her hand and let go of her.

Crazy, confirmed, she was really crazy.

Song Zheng turned to look at Song Ling: "Did you take her to the hospital to see her brain? She seems to be mentally handicapped."

"..."

Song Ling pinched the center of her eyebrows, also very distressed:

"Don't say Yingying like that, maybe she just figured it out suddenly."

Song Zheng looked back at her again.

Song Yingying smiled at her delicately.

Hello sister.

Song Zheng took a breath and said viciously:

"Don't smile at me with your face, I won't accept your trick."

"Why does my sister hate me? Did I do something wrong? My sister obviously transferred money to me, and she is very kind. Isn't that a sign that my sister likes me?" Song Yingying started, she started!

"I don't like you." Song Zheng raised her proud head:

"You give me back the money."

"Beautiful thinking!" Song Yingying tightly clutched the little bear messenger bag:

"I still want to go back with the things in my pocket, my sister is dreaming!"

Song Zheng: "?"

She approached her step by step, bent slightly, Song Zheng's long and narrow eyes stared at her closely, and her bright red lips curved slightly:

"Song Yingying, have you been taken away?"

Song Yingying didn't panic at all, her round eyes were pure and clean:

"Sister, I just woke up suddenly. My sister is so good. There must be a reason for hating me. It's my fault. I should correct it."

Song Zheng and Song Ling are different people.

Song Ling never revealed his true thoughts of hating her, but Song Zheng dealt with her nakedly, so the coping method was different.

Straight girls are afraid of pestering men, and older sisters are soft but not hard.

Song Yingying originally wanted to convince the person, but after thinking about it carefully, the person's design collapsed even more, so he gave up.

"Then go get plastic surgery." Song Zheng touched her delicate and tender face, and said without mercy.

She hated Song Yingying's face, hated Song Yingying's appearance that she wanted everything, but she had everything.

Song Zheng knew clearly that she was definitely not green tea, and she really didn't want it, but it was just because of this that she was even more irritating.

What others couldn't ask for, she got it easily, and she hated it in every possible way.

"Then sister should continue to hate me." Song Yingying smiled and took two steps back:

"I like my face."

This body is exactly what she originally looked like.

She is confident in her beauty.

Song Zheng straightened her back and traveled a long distance, she really didn't have the energy to argue with her:

"Don't eat, go home to beat the jet lag."

When they got home, Song Zheng went back to his room and fell asleep.

Song Yingying was tossing about in the kitchen. After she became an artist, she specially signed up for a cooking class in order to create a "virtuous" character that male fans like.

With the ingredients from the refrigerator, she made a delicately presented pasta.

Song Ling is not in the living room, but in the study.

He is a prospective senior student in the Department of Finance, and there are relatively few schools. He is already in contact with the family business, so he will handle complicated work in the study.

"Knock knock."

"Come in."

Song Ling wears glasses and warm home clothes, gentle and elegant.

He doesn't smell like a businessman, and he doesn't smell like copper.

Song Ling is very suitable to be a businessman, he is smart and restrained.

The smell of pasta wafted in, and Song Ling's stomach grumbled a few times.

He only ate breakfast all day today, drank some wine for lunch, and had an empty stomach because he saw the little caterpillar in the evening.

This will certainly be hungry.

Song Ling stopped typing on the keyboard, and he looked towards the door.

Song Yingying was wearing an apron, her hair was tied into a low ponytail, fluffy and beautiful.

She was holding a bowl of pasta that looked good, with a sweet smile on her face:

"Brother, I didn't eat at noon or at night. I made this with my own hands. Eat some, or your stomach will feel uncomfortable."

Song Ling: "..."

I don't know if it's his illusion, but I always feel that Song Yingying's smile is called "Da Lang, it's time to eat"

Song Ling stood up and took over:

"Thank you for your welcome."

He knew that Song Yingying could cook, and he learned it for Jiang Qi.

Song Yingying didn't move, she said stubbornly:

"I want to watch my brother finish eating."

Song Ling moved his chopsticks.

He was surprised for a moment, the taste is really good, very homely taste, soft and hard, just right salty.

After Song Ling finished eating gracefully, the portion she prepared was not too much, which happened to be a bit more than his usual appetite.

Such carefulness melted in Song Ling's eyes, he smiled slightly, and went downstairs with her carrying a plate:

"Don't worry now."

Song Ling consciously washed his hands after eating.

Song Yingying changed the apron and went back to the room to take a shower.

Song Ling thought for a while, and Yingying was still too short. Although she was 1.6 meters tall, she was not short for a girl, but her family's genes were so good. He and Song Zheng were both tall. Yingying was a nutrient for her height Have you lost your mind?

Song Ling opened the refrigerator, took a bottle of milk, washed the pot, and started to heat the milk.

Drink milk, grow taller, and sleep better at night.

After Song Ling warmed up, let it warm until Song Yingying finished taking a bath.

He just stood at the door and didn't go in: "Welcome, brush your teeth and go to bed after drinking."

"Thank you, brother." Song Yingying waved: "Good night, brother."

She cooked for Song Ling tonight, Song Ling should not drug her again.

The temperature was just right, Song Yingying drank a few sips, brushed her teeth, and lay down on the bed for about two to three minutes.

Song Yingying wrinkled her face and ran to the toilet with her stomach in her hands.

Song Ling! ! !

I want your dog's life! ! !

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Mother Song opened the refrigerator, scratched her head, and asked Song Ling who was sitting on the sofa:

"Xiao Ling, there is a bottle of milk missing in the refrigerator, do you know who took it?"

Song Ling: "What's wrong?"

Song's mother: "Oh, it's okay, it's just that my aunt accidentally bought an expired one, and she planned to take it to complain. It would be bad if someone drank it..."

Song Ling: "..."