I who pretended to be a bully have feline sequelae

"Go home!"

"Wait a minute, I'll see you off." Song Qiulin squatted down and rubbed his limp head, "Be good at home alone, and stop running around."

"Meow……"

Wen Yu waited outside the door first, and when Song Qiulin came out, he saw her with her head down, rubbing her toes against a raised spot on the floor, and the fluffy ball on the hat followed her movements bit by bit.

"Let's go." Song Qiulin tugged at the fur ball on her hat.

"Don't pull my ball." Wen Yu hurriedly protected her, and then realized that the clothes belonged to Song Qiulin, so she closed her mouth again.

"Have dinner?"

Because of Ruanruan, they haven't eaten anything since the afternoon.

If Song Qiulin didn't mention it, Wen Yu probably didn't realize that when she mentioned eating, her belly immediately protested.

"Forget it, I'll go home and eat, my sister is still waiting for me at home." I guess there is still a training at home, and I finally returned home on weekends with injuries, if I wandered outside again, it would be too late to return home more ruthless.

"Well, good." Song Qiulin nodded, and got into the car with her.

"Send it here, you can go back, you haven't eaten yet, haven't you?"

"If I don't follow up to explain the situation, will Dr. Wen believe your words?"

"..."

Wen Yu shut up, it was better to have a party present to testify.

Wen Ziyang had received Wen Yu's call to report his safety earlier, and had been waiting at the door. Before Song Qiulin's car turned in, she had already rushed up.

"I'm sorry for the trouble, Qiulin, I'll give her a ride."

"No trouble, it happened because I saved my cat. I should apologize to you."

"I don't know her yet, I know how to be brave."

Wen Yu silently put his hands behind his back and was scolded, looking like he was too good-natured.

"Come here, let me take a look." Wen Ziyang still felt sorry for her, and pulled her over to check from head to toe, "Does it hurt?"

Wen Yu hurriedly climbed up the pole, hugged her arm coquettishly, "It hurts, it hurts, so sister, don't scold me."

"Is it useful for you to act like a baby with me at this time? I say you can't do a word."

"Yes." Wen Yu pouted, "But I'm so hungry, why don't we go in and eat quickly, I haven't eaten all afternoon."

"I'll talk about you after dinner." Wen Ziyang pinched her face, then raised his head and said to Song Qiulin, "You must have taken care of Wen Yu all afternoon and didn't eat. Come to our house to have dinner together."

Song Qiulin looked over her shoulder and glanced at the villa behind the fence with warm yellow lights in the window, and moved his fingers hanging by his side slightly, "No, don't bother."

"What's the trouble, you didn't eat." Wen Yu pulled Song Qiulin who was about to leave, "Come over if my sister tells you to eat."

Song Qiulin looked down at the hand on his wrist, and smiled silently, "Okay."

"Come in, Jiang Jiang is finally willing to come back today, the aunt at home has made a big table and is worried that she can't finish it."

"With me here, there's never enough food to eat."

"Show me one more overeating."

The door of Jiang's house was opened to enter the porch, Wen Yu took a pair of unopened cotton slings from the shoe cabinet and put them at Song Qiulin's feet.

"Here, change it quickly, your foot is 37."

Song Qiulin looked at the pair of fluffy pink slippers with bunny ears sewn on the upper, feeling like Wen Yu was deliberately taking revenge on him.

"Thank you." She twitched the corners of her mouth and responded politely.

Wen Yu rolled his eyes in satisfaction, "You're welcome."

When he put on his slippers and walked in, Jiang Jiang, the owner's silly son, was lying on the sofa, and the mobile phone in his hand was ringing with the sound of gunfire in the game of eating chicken.

"Hey, ancestor, you're back. I said why sister Ziyang rushed out just now, your hand..." Wen Ziyang didn't tell Jiang Jiang about Wen Yu's afternoon, and he only noticed it.

"My hands are fine." Wen Yu came over and kicked his calf, "Why are you occupying such a big seat by yourself? Sit on the edge and make room for my deskmate."

"Oh, isn't this the second lady of the Song family, a rare visitor." Jiang Jiang stood up and sat on the single sofa beside him, looking at the two of them, "When did you get along so well, you brought your family here .”

"Oh, you are only allowed to bring your girlfriend over for dinner?" No, why are you saying this so strangely... Wen Yu hurriedly added, "What's so strange about me bringing my tablemate here? She didn't eat in the afternoon, so she sent me When I came back, my sister stayed behind."

"Both of you haven't eaten?" Jiang Jiang stood up, "I'll go to the refrigerator and get you some dessert pads?"

"What's there?" Wen Yu pulled Song Qiulin to sit down, then picked up a piece of dragon fruit from the tea table and handed it to her.

"Thank you." Song Qiulin took it and took a bite. It was a bit icy but very sweet.

After eating the piece of dragon fruit in his hand, Song Qiulin held the fork in his hand and did not move. If Wen Yu paid attention, he would find that her sitting posture was more upright than usual, and she looked a little stiff.

Song Qiulin was not familiar with the atmosphere in Wen Yu's house. She noticed it as early as she entered the house. The flowers on the shoe cabinet had a faint fragrance. They were very fresh and should be changed frequently.

Although Jiang Jiang and Wen's two girls are not biological siblings, they get along naturally and harmoniously.

The TV in the living room was turned on very loudly, and the voices of Jiang Jiang and Wen Yu were a bit noisy to be honest, but in such a noisy atmosphere, she felt that it would not be strange for an outsider like her to stay here, and there would be no There are too many focused eyes on her, but it doesn't make her feel isolated.

This counted as the first time she had been invited to someone's house as a guest.

Jiang Jiang took out a bag from the refrigerator and rummaged through it, "If you choose it yourself, I won't be able to name it. This is a new dessert shop opened in the next street, and Sister Ziyang bought it back in the afternoon."

Wen Ziyang came out of the kitchen with the dishes, "I'm going to have some dessert, if you're hungry, sit down and have a bowl of soup."

"Oh." Wen Yu put down the strawberry mille-feuille that he had just eaten and pretended to get up, but when Wen Ziyang turned around and put the dishes on the table, he nimbly dug another spoonful and quickly handed it to Song Qiulin's mouth , said quickly in a thief-like tone, "Hurry up, hurry up, take a bite before my sister sees."

Song Qiulin stared at the cake that was handed to her lips. In fact, she didn't like desserts as much as other girls, but Wen Yu's appearance of offering treasures was very useful to her.

With her thin lips parted slightly, she lowered her head and bit the bite. Under Wen Yu's supervision, she did not forget to wipe off the cream on the corner of her mouth with her thumb, completing this "crime" perfectly.

"It's delicious."

Facing the girl's shining eyes, Song Qiulin nodded and said softly, "Mmm, it's very sweet."

Sitting at the dining table, Song Qiulin was eye-opened by the dishes of Wen Yu's family. After all, in the south, it is rare to see dishes served in pots. This is probably to take care of someone's appetite.

"Come and drink a bowl of pig's knuckle soup to warm your body first." Wen Ziyang stood up and helped Wen Yu and Song Qiulin each fill a bowl, "Auntie heard that your hand was injured and boiled it specially."

"Why do you have to cook pig's knuckle soup when your hand is injured?" Wen Yu couldn't use chopsticks with his right hand, so he could only use his left hand to hold a spoon and eat soybeans.

Jiang Jiang laughed, "Don't you know the truth about what you eat and how you make up for it?"

"Jiang Jiang, are you scolding me, your hands are pig's feet!"

Jiang Jiacheng just changed into pajamas and came down the stairs at this time. As soon as he walked into the living room, he heard Jiang Jiang and Wen Yu making noise, and immediately opened his mouth to protect his little daughter unconditionally, "Jiang Jiang, you are so old that you can't let your sister. Why do you owe so much?"

Jiang Jiang was still held in one ear by Wen Yu, and he was wronged to death when he heard this, "I'm not enough to let her in."

Wen Yu let go of his hands in a huff, and sat back on his seat only to find that the pig's feet in his bowl had been boned.

Glancing at the young lady next to her, she was drinking soup silently with an expression of nothing to do with her.

Not long after Jiang Jiacheng sat down, Wen Liu also returned home, and saw Song Qiulin go up to say hello immediately, "Why don't you say anything when Qiulin is a guest, so I can bring some gifts back."

"No need, auntie. I was just passing by. Dr. Wen gave me a temporary meal." Song Qiulin smiled, as if someone else's daughter was well-behaved and sensible.

"Mom, don't talk so much, I'm waiting for you to sit down and have dinner." Wen Yu hurriedly opened the chair for her.

Wen Liu saw that her right hand was about to say something, but was pulled by Jiang Jiacheng's sleeve next to her, so she could only smile, and swallowed the words back, "I'll wash my hands first, you guys eat."

Originally, Song Qiulin just wanted to be submerged in the lively environment of Jiang's family and have a quiet meal before leaving. Unexpectedly, when the two elders came, they immediately focused on her.

Jiang Jiacheng, who was sitting in the main seat, greeted her with care, and Wen Liu, who was sitting next to her, crazily picked up food for her. While answering questions, she cleaned up the piles of food in the bowl. She felt that this meal was better than her cooking ten sets The test paper is still tired.

"Mom, my tablemate doesn't eat spicy food, so don't pick this fish for her." Wen Yu stretched out his spoon and took away the spicy and pickled fish on Song Qiulin's plate, along with the fat and tender braised pork. Don’t eat it either, you give her the whole piece of skinny one.”

"You two have a good relationship now." Jiang Jiacheng said with a smile, "I heard from your sister that you live in the same dormitory now?"

"Well, it's okay." Wen Yu stuffed himself with a big mouthful of rice with a spoon, and just blinking at the minced meat vermicelli on the plate, his long-fingered hands picked up the dish with chopsticks and put it on her bowl.

Wen Yu ate the fans with the rice, and made a request to Song Qiulin, "I also want the cold jellyfish in front, dip it in more vinegar."

Song Qiulin did as he did, throwing two peeled prawns over.

Wen Ziyang silently kept the interaction between the two under his eyes, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth did not go down when he lowered his head to eat.

"Wen Yu is sometimes too self-willed, which must have caused you a lot of trouble for Qiulin." Wen Liu looked at Song Qiulin and said.

Song Qiulin shook his head, "No, she also helped me a lot."

In this scene, Wen Yu's teeth were sore while he was eating, and he almost couldn't even bite into his favorite braised pork.

"How does she get along with her classmates at school? Has she had any quarrels or been isolated by others? I heard Jiang Jiang say that there are boys bullying her at school, isn't it?"

"Have I been bullied? Jiang Jiang." Wen Yu put on a death smile and looked at Jiang Jiang.

The latter's back turned cold, and he denied it with a strong desire to survive, "No, I never said that."

Jiang Jiacheng hurriedly came out to smooth things over, "The little girl is already very obedient, do you have to be as naughty as Jiang Jiang, skipping class and fighting all day long?"

Jiang Jiang was suffering in his heart and couldn't tell: Your little daughter's ability to skip class and fight is not much worse than mine, okay Dad!

With a smile on his lips, Song Qiulin recalled the experience of being threatened by being pressed against the toilet door when they first met, and said to the elder very calmly, "Well, Wen Yu is very obedient at school, and he has made great progress in his studies recently. The students all like her."

Wen Yu: Huh?Is that right, how come I, the client, don't know?