After the devil becomes a poor man

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?? Treat this as a vegetable market?Xiao Wang was full of question marks, but the one who wanted strawberries was his leader after all, so he had to swallow the [-]-word science popularization with tears in his eyes.

?? Song Tang got the strawberries and came home. It was already late at night. She moved very lightly. She changed her shoes at the entrance and walked on the wooden floor without slippers.

??The light in the reception room is on, a piece of warm yellow, on the sofa is a plump puppet cat, licking its paws like a lady, the eyes with eyeliner casually glanced at Song Tang, and then turned his attention Continue to put it on the pink and tender little jiojio.

??Muppet cat: "Meow" who are you.

??Song Tang will only show a soft and well-behaved side in front of He Qingyu. She loses all affinity when she puts down her smile on weekdays. Her inorganic eyes are full of indifference, and the corner of her mouth that resists everything seems to not welcome any good things in this world. , Just looking at the expression, I thought I was rushing to the funeral.

??Seeing Song Tang approaching, the puppet cat put away its lazy posture, arched its body guardedly, and the fur on its back stood up. Following Song Tang's silent progress, the kitten let out a mournful cry , hide under the sofa.

??Song Tang put the strawberry on the tea table, stood there for a while, hesitated and said, "I'm very glad to meet you, we will be a family in the future, but since you don't like me, you didn't say what I said before."

?? Ragdoll: "..." This person must be mentally ill.

?? There was only a small night light in the house, and he walked slowly to the bedroom. He Qingyu was already asleep, with half of his face buried in the pillow, and his breathing was gentle. The pair of crow-feather-like eyelashes tremble back and forth with breathing, and there is a rumbling sound in his throat from time to time, and he must be dreaming a sweet dream.

??Song Tang stood by the door and watched for a long time, remembering that this woman hardly slept before two in the morning. It seemed that since that night, she had changed her temper.

??Is it really because you like yourself?

??Song Tang lowered her eyes and placed the washed strawberries on He Qingyu's bedside, then gently closed the door and went out.

?? Song Tang went back to her room and dragged out the suitcase hidden deep in the closet. The suitcase she took out from the previous rental house had not been opened these days. She licked her lips and pulled the suitcase away.

??The change of clothes was hastily stuffed and folded inside, without careful arrangement. Most of them were cheap goods bought randomly at street stalls. It is inappropriate to wear them out now. She plans to find a time to throw all these clothes away.

??With the unfolding of the clothes, not only the underwear is hidden in the coat, but also the water bill that has just been paid□□. The water bill plus electricity bill for two months does not exceed 100 yuan, which shows how much a person lives. save.

??Song Tang carefully smoothed the folds on the two payment slips, and clamped them with the notebook in the file bag. He was very careful when doing these things. He put an emerald necklace together with the utilities.

??The thumb-knuckle-sized drop-shaped emerald is inlaid on the diamond-covered setting, and the shape of the chain is designed as a ribbon, which can often be hung on the back, making it even more luxurious.

?? This is a gift from her mother.

?? It was my mother's favorite necklace during her lifetime.

??Song Tang had been busy outside for a day, but she was even more excited when she returned home. She picked up a pen and unfolded a stack of paper on the desk, and left a person's name "Song Yunqi" with every stroke, until the pen tip was slightly divided. Fork to give up.

??Write the whole paper over and over again. At a glance, it is full of "Song Yunqi" with different shades of ink. Drips from temples to clothes, leaving dark marks.

?? This is her mother's name.

??Song Tang's father was a married woman, and her mother was the real daughter of a wealthy family. At the beginning, she wanted to marry her father out of love, but she didn't expect to end up with neurasthenia, heart failure, and died in the hospital for no apparent reason.

??The doctor diagnosed that the death was due to complications caused by heart disease, but her stepmother must have understood the root cause.

??The marriage contract between Song Tang and He Qingyu was proposed by his mother at the beginning, and He Qingyujia readily agreed, and they became baby relatives. The two grew up together, but with the death of Song Tang's mother, his status in the family plummeted. Even though both of them come from equally powerful families, in the end, in the eyes of others, their status is very different, and it seems that walking together is against the rules.

??Song Tang crumpled up the paper covered with her mother's name and threw it heavily in the trash can.

?? She is not a person full of emotions, and she will not do drastic things just to avenge her mother.

?? "Stupid woman who doesn't know people clearly." She sneered in a low voice.

??Since my mother died, I was bullied at school, ridiculed by my stepmother and sister at home, and even the hired nannies behaved differently to each other. Disgusting, really disgusting.

??He Qingyu was the only ray of light in her life from adolescence to youth, but with more and more people around her sister, her sister spent less and less time looking at him, and her gaze changed from friendship to disgust and then to Look like a stinky rat.

??Song Tang sat at the desk until five o'clock in the morning, stood up suddenly, walked to the door of He Qingyu's room, opened the door forcefully, and saw that she was still doing the same.

??Her cheeks were abnormally crimson, panting, "Sister, it's time to get up." She whispered in He Qingyu's ear.

??He Qingyu couldn't hear like a dead pig. Song Tang bent down and grabbed her chin with one hand, forcing her to open her mouth.

??He Qingyu: "!!!!!!" "Why did the system go crazy in the morning?!"

?? System: "You shouldn't wake up an underage system to watch the mosaic, block you, hot chicken."

?? Before He Qingyu closed her mouth, Song Tang stuffed a palm-sized bright red strawberry into her mouth. The pink strawberry juice flowed down the corner of her mouth. It was too late to swallow the paste, and the fruity fragrance was overflowing.

??In the dark room, He Qingyu was pinned to the head of the bed. Song Tang opened her mouth and forcibly fed strawberries one by one. He Qingyu couldn't breathe, her throat was almost blocked by strawberries.

??He Qingyu said to the vicissitudes of the system: "I have never eaten so many strawberries in my life. Strawberries are really fucking expensive now. It's nice to be rich."

??System: "Do you want to eat strawberry-flavored lollipops?"

??He Qingyu: "I used to want to eat, but now I want to vomit."

?? Song Tang looked darkly, and said in a low voice: "Why doesn't my sister eat my strawberries? Are strawberries not delicious? I brought them back for my sister, or is it that my sister doesn't like my things?"

??He Qingyu: I feel that this child has a logic problem.

?? System: Fortunately, at least the upper mosaic is not the lower mosaic.

??He Qingyu: Ma De, all of you are abnormal.

??He Qingyu had tears in his eyes, and whimpered from his throat, as fragile as a withered lotus...

??Song Tang licked the corners of her reddened eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "Why is my sister silent? My sister is the only thing I want. Do you want to disappoint me too?"

??He Qingyu looked at her begging for mercy, her throat ached from the strawberry seeds, and said with a wry smile: "Strawberry, very sweet, I like it very much."