Quick time travel: The little villain who criticizes the big boss is sweet and sweet

"Now I dare to play." Leng Qiao said suddenly, almost scaring Song Yaocheng.

Could it be that Qiao Qiao is really his patron saint, and also has mind reading skills? ? !

Song Yaocheng immediately stopped thinking about these things, and after playing a few more games, he bought milk tea and went home with Leng Qiao.

But when he got home, Song Yaocheng, who had finished showing off a whole cup of milk tea, remembered his exam results again.

He secretly glanced at Leng Qiao, and hesitated for a while before speaking.

"If I didn't take the second place, would your words still count?"

"what do you want?"

"I..." Song Yaocheng lowered his head and clasped his hands, "I haven't made up my mind yet."

Unsurprisingly, his head was rubbed again.

"Then let's think about it."

"Oh......"

When the results came out, he didn't take the second place in the exam, and he couldn't achieve it even if he said it.

Just wait for the college entrance examination and bring it up with her again!

Song Yaocheng made up his mind to study hard during the winter vacation and cherish every minute and every second of opportunity.

A few days later, the results came out, but Song Yaocheng didn't dare to look at them.

"What are you afraid to read! I didn't scold you when you scored eight points in the exam!" Father Song opened the WeChat of the class teacher speechlessly. From the last line, it was so skillful that it made people feel distressed.

"...Son, have you passed the exam?" Father Song asked hesitantly.

Song Yaocheng: ...

Song Yaocheng glared at him, and Song's father immediately turned his gaze back to the phone.

He went up line by line.

There is no Chengcheng, and there is no Qiaoqiao.

Qiao Qiao is not worried. After all, he will finish his homework on time every day. As for his son, there are still junior high school books on the table a few months ago.

Father Song kept looking up.

"Hey! Er Zai! Are you... huh?" Song's father looked confused, "Er Zai, tell me honestly, did you deliberately hand in blank papers before?"

Song Yaocheng didn't want to listen to his nonsense at all.

"How many exams did I take?"

Father Song threw the phone back, hugged his son excitedly, and choked his throat.

"Stinky boy! You didn't tell your dad after getting [-]th place in the exam!"

Song Yaocheng: ...

He still failed to pass the second exam, and his wish might not come true.

and!

"I didn't look at the grades, how can I tell you! Let go!"

"Oh oh oh..." Father Song belatedly let go of Song Yaocheng, who was almost strangled by him, and gave him peace of mind, "Good boy! Let me take a look at Qiao Qiao's... ...Hey, where's my phone?"

Song Yaocheng pointed to the cell phone that was ruthlessly thrown to the ground: "You threw it."

Father Song: ...

I just fell a little hard, I'm afraid I have to change my phone.

Song Yaocheng originally thought that he did not do well in the exam this time, and he was probably the bottom of the class. He did not expect to get a middle score in the class. It seems that he is not the only one who finds it difficult.

...Then can he apply for a progress award?

Anyway, Jojo doesn't know what his wish is!

So Song Yaocheng excitedly called Leng Qiao.

Leng Qiao had business to do today, so she was not at home. She was sitting in a spacious meeting room, looking at the company leaders at all levels who were submissive to her.

As soon as the phone call came, Leng Qiao didn't have time to listen to their nonsense, so she turned around and left the conference room.

"Did your boyfriend call?" Someone saw Leng Qiao leave and said boldly.

"How do you know?" asked the person next to him.

The man gave him a contemptuous look, with an appearance of "I understand", he pretended to speak in the eyes of everyone eager for knowledge.

"You people are all out of date! Didn't you see that the Internet is everywhere?" The man stood up, threw the document in his hand on the table, pointed at the air and cursed: "I spend money to read The rubbish you took out?"

The man immediately took out his mobile phone from his pocket and put it to his ear, "The overlord's eyes suddenly softened, and he said to the person opposite in a soft voice, 'Honey, have you eaten well?' Heh, don't you guys?" Little Niao Yiren who understands the boss's partner!"

Crowd:......

yue!

But why do they think it makes sense!

......

Song Yaocheng didn't expect that although he only passed the [-]th place in the exam, Leng Qiao still gave him a gift—even though he didn't have the chance to say the wish he wanted to make to Leng Qiao earlier.

Song Yaocheng stared at the bracelet on his palm, feeling that it looked familiar.

"Is this..."

"A new amulet," Leng Qiao picked up the bracelet and gently put it on his wrist, "keep it on all the time."

No wonder it looks so familiar.

Song Yaocheng thought of the torn beads in the wooden box.

"Then are these beads wholesale? The quality is not good, and it will break when you touch it." Song Yaocheng complained, but kept turning the beads on the string happily.

"If it breaks, replace it with another one."

"No matter how worthless this bead is, it's still money!" Song Yaocheng covered his little bead, "I protected it very well! If it wasn't for that car accident, it wouldn't be broken!"

Speaking of which, Father Song got the result that time and went to the police station, only to find out that it was a good thing done by a competitor. Not only that, but the people above also found out the problem and fell off the horse. Father Song had previously kept it secret He only slipped the tongue when he was drunk.

Song Yaocheng felt that it was better to tell him directly, and he would not go directly to those dogs to fight for his life.

At most, they would suddenly go down the street and blackmail them first.

"Can you promise me one thing?"

"Ok?"

"If I get the second grade in the test next semester, you can grant me a wish!"

Leng Qiao gently pinched his smooth cheeks like she did when she was a child, and smiled lightly.

"Remember?"

"Of course! This is very important!" Song Yaocheng asked for help, looked up at her, and let her make trouble on his face.

"Then you promise me one thing too."

"One hundred pieces are fine!" He really paid a lot for this wish.

"If I take the test next semester, and I get the first place in the grade, you will grant me a wish."

Song Yaocheng blinked his big eyes and questioned.

"You tell me clearly, do I have to grant you this wish? It's not fair!"

After Leng Qiao transferred from another school, the No. 2 position in her grade changed hands, and she even dropped No. [-] by several points.

She was the first grader back then, and now the second grader. I don’t know how many times I have cried and fainted in the toilet.

Just like this, she still made a wish to him with such a high probability that she could accomplish it.

A little too much!

"Unfair?" Leng Qiao's eyes flickered with unknown meaning, "You can choose not to agree, but, Chengcheng, your wish will also be voided."

"Isn't that fair?"

Song Yaocheng: ...

What should I do? He knew that she was trying to make excuses, but he still had to choose to agree.

"Okay." Song Yaocheng gave in instantly.

I just don't know why, but my back is a little cold.

So he silently turned the temperature of the air conditioner higher.

In order to realize his wish, Song Yaocheng has been studying hard during the few holidays during the winter vacation.

The Song family has no relatives, but they went back to grandma's house in the second year of junior high school.

The old man was very happy when he saw Song Yaocheng and Leng Qiao, holding one in each hand, and kept calling his grandson and grandson and daughter-in-law, making Song Yaocheng's face blush like several layers of blush.

Sun Rui, who is far away in the United States, has been on vacation for nearly two months, but there are still some things that have not been handed over to his grandparents, and he only waits to come back together when the school starts in China.

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I understand, I’m a poor little no one loves me, no one left me a message, and no one said what setting I want to see, I’m cold, I can’t cook hot, I don’t smell good (╥╯^╰╥)