The top academic boss dresses as the villain Green Tea

The expression on He Qingqing's face gradually collapsed in an instant. Because of the plastic surgery, the expression was stiff and could not be recovered, and the whole face looked even weirder.

Damn girl!There is something wrong with my brain!He actually spoke up for his stepmother!

"The motherless child just can't talk!"

This sentence instantly ignited the anger of everyone around Shen Xingge.

Song Qing was so angry that the roots of her teeth hurt: "Who do you think has no mother? Xingge has a biological mother, and I am a stepmother! You are such a big man, you can't even speak with your brain!"

Song Meng also pulled Shen Xingge and raised her voice: "Mengmeng's mother is my sister's mother. Sister, why is this grandma as stupid as a pig? She is also stupid and ugly!"

The ugly expression on He Qingqing's face once again reached a new level. It was like a living paint palette, and the man who had been holding her arm next to him couldn't help turning his face away.

What are the most taboo things for older women?Age and appearance!

She, He Qingqing, spent a lot of money to have knives on various parts of her face, didn't she just want to have a beautiful face?

And the innocent words of a three-year-old child like Song Meng were undoubtedly a blunt knife cutting into her heart.

Song Meng continued to kill people and punish his heart: "Sister, is this the dominatrix mentioned in the book? Sister, don't be afraid. Meng Meng will sleep with you tonight."

"A bunch of blind things!"

He Qingqing clicked her high heels and walked directly past Shen Xingge and others.

Song Qing and Father Shen continued to pick up things that Shen Xingge might use.

Song Meng was pulled by Shen Xingge, and suddenly thought of the name of the boyfriend introduced by the old woman just now.

"Sister, what was the name of the person next to her that the ugly aunt just introduced?"

Shen Xingge recalled: "Yan Wenlin."

Song Meng's head began to search quickly. In his previous life, he had been involved in various gossip entertainment circles. It seemed that he had seen this name on a hot search.

What exactly happened?

Seeing Xiao Tuanzi deep in thought, Shen Xingge tapped Xiao Tuoluo's little head: "When you get back, my sister will help you check this person first."

"Yeah!" It's convenient to have the boss around!

When Song Meng went back, he wanted to sleep with Shen Xingge but was stopped by Song Qing.

"Your sister has to take the exam tomorrow. You are not sleeping well. Go back to your room."

Song Meng pursed her lips and widened her eyes, "Mom..."

Shen Xingge was about to speak when he heard Song Qing say to Xiaotuanzi with a straight face, "Your coquettish method is only useful for your sister, not for me."

Song Qing turned her head and said, "Also, Xingge, don't rely on her for everything!"

She had no doubt at all that with the temperament of the child Xing Ge, even if her little daughter wanted a star in the sky, she would try her best to pick one.

"Hurry up and take a shower and go to bed."

Song Meng hugged Song Qing's thigh, "But Mengmeng was scared by that ugly aunt today. She will be scared when she sleeps at night."

Song Qing spread her little hands on her thighs: "If you don't go take a shower, I guarantee that your mother and I will be scarier than that ugly aunt!"

"elder sister..."

"Xingge, you too, go check the things you will use for tomorrow's exam again. You can wash Mengmeng after she's finished washing them."

"I will go to your bedroom to check one by one in a moment!"

Shen Xingge unconsciously put her feet together. The way Aunt Song was showing off her power was really scarier than any leader she had ever encountered!

So Shen Xingge and Song Meng both took a shower and climbed back into their respective beds.

She thought it would be difficult for her to fall asleep so early, but when her body curled up into the bed, sleepiness gradually swept over her.

I was woken up by the alarm clock in the morning.

After going downstairs, a pumpkin millet porridge, an egg, and a sandwich were prepared on the dining table.

Preparing these things should start at least at 4 o'clock in the morning.

"Eat something light first in the car. This sour plum soup is ready for you. Remember to put it in your schoolbag later."

"And Jianbing, bring the cakes that have been packed in the kitchen. Eat this if you are hungry. If you are not hungry, don't eat it yet."

Song Qing was chattering beside her, and Shen Xingge was suddenly brought back to the scene in his previous life when his mother was still alive, when he was about to go to the front line for the first time.

Her mother was also beside her, giving endless instructions on everything from military strategies to dressing and eating.

Shen Xingge drank millet porridge and subconsciously replied: "Mom, you don't have to be so nervous."

That title just blurted out and when he finished speaking, the living room suddenly became quiet.

Song Qing still held the packaged cake in her hand, and said in a nasal voice: "I...I'm not nervous."

Shen Xingge also reacted. He was stunned for a moment, then smiled lightly: "This exam is very easy! Just wait for my good news."

After dinner, Father Shen drove Shen Xingge to the school gate.

At 6 o'clock in November, the sky is still covered in a black coat.

Shen Xingge hugged his school uniform, waved to Father Shen and Song Qing beside the car, climbed up the steps of the bus, and extended his gaze to the parking space.

In the last row of the bus, the boy was leaning against the window. He was wearing a black sweatshirt underneath his loose school uniform. The hat of the sweatshirt covered his eyes, only revealing his high nose and slightly pale thin lips.

Shen Xingge walked over, and the boy's eyes opened, vaguely bloodshot.

Xie Jinchen didn't say anything. Those fingers that could put the hand models on the market to shame grabbed the girl's sleeves and pulled down.

Shen Xingge sat down.

"You didn't sleep last night?"

Xie Jinchen frowned, "Yeah."

The appearance of Wu Jingsong is not so easy to digest. Even if he knows that the trajectory of this life will no longer continue the fate of his previous life, he will still replay it in his brain over and over again. In his previous life, he was locked in a sealed room by this man. A scene that has never seen the light of day.

"Leave me alone for a moment."

After saying that, Shen Xingge felt a little heavier on his shoulders.

Xie Jinchen turned his face to the side and rested his forehead on the girl's shoulder. The scent of milk-flavored shower gel passed through the tip of his nose and spread to his brain, soothing the bulging nerves and blood vessels at his temples.

Sensing the vulnerability of the people around him, Shen Xingge sat still and said, "Have you had breakfast?"

When he didn't get a response from the people around him, he opened the lunch box in his backpack with his arm that wasn't being pressed.

It contained cut egg and ham sandwiches that Song Qing had made early in the morning.

"Eat something before going to sleep, otherwise the car ride will be very difficult."

Xie Jinchen frowned and sat up straight. Shen Xingge inserted a sandwich with a toothpick.

"My...Mom made it. It's delicious."

"Mom." The word seemed to flow smoothly. Perhaps she had never noticed that the mentality of a traveler could quietly take root in this world.

Xie Jinchen swallowed the food,

It seemed that with her around, his appetite would always improve a lot.

"Same goes for this sour plum soup. It tastes super good."

Xie Jinchen took the sour plum soup from Shen Xing Singers. His dry throat seemed to be moistened, and his stomach that had been protesting calmed down.

Gradually, more and more people were on the bus.

Many people got on the bus, noticed the last row, and chose the front seat as a matter of course.

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Dear little cuties who are about to start school, you must remember what our Sister Shen said: study hard!Make progress every day!