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

Now, she just finished beating someone and is in a bad mood, so she doesn't want to act with her anymore.

After tearing her face apart, there are two endings, achieving peaceful coexistence in front of her parents, and continuing to act like a baby, and she should not shake her face.

For the second ending, don't pretend to be the fucker and just tear it up.

Song Yingying was forcing her to choose one of the two.

She didn't forget her mission to achieve the group pet ending and he, so she had to let Song Zheng pet her.

Song Yingying tried to be coquettish and cute, and this trick had some effect, but she only wanted to be coquettish and cute, Song Zheng would never completely change her view of herself.

Those who are close friends with Song Zheng have extremely violent tempers.

Song Zheng doesn't play with people who only act like a baby, but she is interested in people who often act like a baby and occasionally have a violent outburst.

Like now.

If she coaxed her by herself, she would naturally feel that this soft persimmon is boring to squeeze, but now she insists on what she has seen, and she will change the direction.

The air seemed to freeze, Song Yingying ate calmly, waiting for Song Zheng's reply.

Song Zheng laughed and patted her head:

"Good sister, what's the fuss about the family?"

Rabbits will bite when they are in a hurry, she likes her indifferent appearance, and the glutinous rice balls stuffed with sesame seeds are my favorite, one bite at a time.

She chose one.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Ling's eyes were deep, and he looked at Song Yingying who had been calm and unhurried since entering the door.

Gradually it started to be fun.

After reaching the consensus of peaceful coexistence at home, Song Zheng stopped teasing her and showed her face.

Song Yingying sat on the sofa, watching TV and chatting with Song's father and Song's mother.

"The shower gel on Yingying doesn't smell like the one at home. Did you take a shower before you came back?" Mother Song hugged her, smelling the fragrance of the shower gel on her body, and noticed:

"Why did you change your clothes?"

"No...it's okay..." Song Yingying hid her hands behind her back guiltily.

A guilty conscience is acted out.

Hiding hands is also intentional.

Sure enough, Mother Song took her hand with a strong attitude and came over to look at it, and found that there was an injury on her arm that seemed to be from a fall, and the skin was scratched a little, and the small piece was blue.

Mother Song's complexion changed drastically:

"How did you get this injury?!"

The volume of Mother Song's words did not decrease but increased, and Father Song was the first to jump up, ignoring the newspaper, he leaned over to read it.

On Song Yingying's snow-white arm, there was suddenly a cyan scar that rubbed the skin, which was glaring and conspicuous.

Father Song hurriedly urged Song Ling:

"Get the medicine kit!"

"Tell the truth, did you get bullied outside today? Who bullied you?" Mother Song was distressed and angry.

She didn't say a word when she was injured, so she planned not to deal with the wound and wait for it to heal naturally?

Doesn't it hurt?Are girls not afraid of leaving scars?

Song Yingying bit her lip and remained silent.

But this is even more pity.

"Okay, okay, don't be mean to her." Father Song couldn't bear to see her pitiful face with tears in her wronged eyes.

"Why are you grinding and chirping? Hurry up with your hands and feet!"

Song Ling: "..."

"coming!"

Song Ling opened the medicine box, took out a sterile cotton swab, and disinfected the wound first.

When the disinfectant got on her skin, Song Yingying yelled "it hurts" delicately

"Do you know it hurts?" Song's mother was so distressed, but she still scolded:

"You know it hurts and you still hide it, there will be no next time, do you hear me?"

"Mom..." Song Yingying blinked her big moist eyes and looked at her:

"I hurt."

Mother Song was at a loss for what to do, she glared at Song Ling:

"Take it easy!"

Song Ling: "..."

Mom, I am wronged.

He is already very gentle!

Song Ling sighed: "It's about the potion."

Song's mother was confident: "Then I can blame the potion for not working?"

Song Ling: "..."

That really can't.

Song Zheng leaned over and took a look at the wound on Song Yingying's arm. She looked scary because of her delicate and fair skin. In fact, this wound is nothing serious and won't leave a scar, it's just a little painful.

Do not be so exaggerated.

Song Zheng just wanted to tear things down, but remembered the peaceful coexistence agreement reached not long ago, so she endured it.

Song Yingying was surrounded with care and love like stars holding the moon. This was something she couldn't ask for, but she asked the original owner to throw it away at will. As a result, the male protagonist Jiang Qi and his Bai Yueguang dug her heart and lungs for her, and no family cared for her. She pities her.

The magpie's nest is occupied by the dove, and Song Yingying enjoys the love delivered to her door with a guilty conscience and peace of mind.

If they knew that their biological daughter and sister had died a long time ago, and now she was an outsider in front of them, would they still spoil her like this?Will she be sent to the operating room to have her dissected?

Song Yingying wanted to live, but she didn't want to die.

The wound has been treated well. Fortunately, it will be summer, and the thin sleeves of the long skirt will not suffocate the wound after rolling it up. It's just that she needs to pay more attention when she sleeps, so as not to press the wound to the point of causing secondary damage.

Song's mother tongue tempered:

"Tell me, how did you do it? What would you be doing if you didn't answer the phone?"

"I just accidentally fell, scratched my skin on the ground, and my skirt was dirty. After checking in at the hotel, I took a shower and changed my clothes. I was afraid that you would be worried and cranky after you found out, so I didn't say anything..." Song Yingying thought about it a long time ago Alright excuse, half true and false:

"Really! I'll show you the hotel payment page!"

She took out her phone to show them screenshots of the payment page and the chat with the clothing store.

In fact, this injury was caused by being pushed accidentally during a fight. The wall is made of cement like the floor, and there is no putty, so it has the same effect as falling on the ground.

fight?

How could someone as weak as her tell them that she was fighting.

"It just fell?" Song's mother had already believed it eight percent.

"It just fell." Song Yingying's tone was firm:

"If it was beaten by someone, it would be impossible for this little injury."

On the contrary, Song Ling listened to these words in his heart.

It's just that fighting is more than this injury, but what if she beats someone unilaterally?

She is such a smart person, it seems that it is not impossible to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger to hide her good fighting skills.

Song's mother believed it very much.

She finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Next time something like this happens, don't be afraid that your mother won't tell you if she's worried. You have to say it too. Otherwise, if you don't tell your family everything, your mother will be even more worried."

Father Song followed suit:

"You heard me, welcome, if you have any grievances, just complain to your family, Mom and Dad will definitely find your place and justice!"

"Got it." Song Yingying said sweetly:

"I love you all the most."

After tossing and tossing for so long, Song Yingying went back to her room to rest.

Song Ling silently wrote down the name of the hotel and the time of payment.

He called the person in charge of the hotel.

An hour later, the person in charge of the hotel called him back:

"Fortunately, it's today, otherwise I won't be able to find it when I collect the garbage at five o'clock tomorrow morning."

"Looked up the location of all the trash cans she passed and found this."

The person in charge sent a photo of a cut up blood-stained skirt inside a black garbage bag.

The color, the material, it's all right.

Bloody skirt.

Song Ling said "thank you" warmly

He adjusted his glasses, and a faint light flashed across his eyes.

Sure enough.