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In just a dozen seconds, the neatly folded clothes were in a mess, with fluff flying around, as if a typhoon had passed through.

Not only the closet, but even the textbooks on the desk were messed up one by one.

Even the schoolbag on Song Haoyan's back was not spared.

Song's mother searched furiously, and cursed loudly: "You little bastard, where did you hide the money? You really have hard wings, and you will play tricks on us, right? Why didn't the TV station tell us when they came to interview us?" ?! Do you want everyone in the city to see your charming face, and then see if any rich man will find you and be hooked by you, huh?"

The fountain pen and eraser in the pencil case was scattered all over the floor, and the tape used to correct the typo fell on the instep of her slipper in a rude movement, and the moment it hit the skin, there was a thud, it didn’t hurt, but it was different sad.

Song Haoyan lowered her head and clenched her fingers. She sniffed and held back the tears: "I didn't. The TV station came to interview, and I only found out at noon today."

"Do you think I will believe it?" Song's mother pinched her chin, forcing her to raise her head. The next second, a touch of heat dripped from her rough knuckles. Song's mother frowned fiercely as she looked at the crystal drop. Teach her: "Who are you crying for? Do you think we will soften our hearts when you cry? Tell you, in our house, tears are the most useless thing!"

I know that money is the most useful thing.

Song Haoyan smiled miserably, and answered silently in his heart.

"What are you laughing at?" Mother Song pinched her, "You are getting more and more arrogant! Closer to home, where did you hide the money?"

"I didn't hide it. I really didn't have any money."

Song Haoyan spoke very slowly so that his voice would not tremble due to the ups and downs of his emotions.

Father Song lifted up the unwashed bowl on the dining table and threw it over: "I haven't told the truth until now!"

Porcelain bowls are no better than adhesive tape. Once smashed hard, it will definitely cause a bruise.

Song Haoyan wanted to avoid it, but Song's mother pressed her firmly: "Hiding for what? Your dad taught you, you don't accept it honestly, dare to resist?!"

After a momentary pause, the porcelain bowl hit the knee, the bones were hit hard, and there was a piercing pain. All the oil in the bowl splashed on the snow-white knee socks, and even the pleated skirt and shirt were not spared.

Song Haoyan closed his eyes to hide the pain in his eyes: "Because... I know they won't let me pay, so I said that."

Song's mother sneered, and the muscles on the corner of her lips bulged out: "You really know how to guess the thoughts of your classmates. You usually hook up with people a lot! Think about it, too. You eat like that at home, but your skin is so juicy. Take the snacks from your classmates, why don't you know how to take them back to honor me and your dad?"

Song Haoyan didn't speak.

Mother Song didn't want to hear any answers from her, she just wanted to reprimand her and scold this white-eyed wolf!

After Song's father and Song's mother turned Song Zhuyan's room upside down, even the mattress, and found nothing, they turned on Song Zhuyan's mobile phone, searched all kinds of WeChat and QQ software, and found nothing. Reluctantly, she reluctantly believed her words that she hadn't secretly hidden the money.

The empty plates, bowls and chopsticks on the dining table were still on top, waiting for her to clean them up.

Song's father sat back on the sofa. After all, the previous search was a physical labor. He said to Song's mother with some panting: "Call her class teacher tomorrow morning and ask for leave for her."

Then he looked at Song Hao, who was standing straight, with no sadness or joy on his face, and said, "You go to the hospital with me tomorrow to have your blood drawn, and you are not allowed to eat breakfast."

"And these messy things, I'll clean them up. When I get up tomorrow morning, if you see any mess, you can wait for me!"

After finishing speaking, he coughed twice, and went back to the room with Mother Song, and closed the door, leaving the room in mournful silence.

Song Huiyan looked at the time, it was nine o'clock in the evening, and Wanwan hadn't come back by this time, so she should be staying at a classmate's house.

She looked at the messy room, walked forward slowly like a ghost, and cleaned up the dishes on the table.

Early next morning

When Ye Ci arrived at the school, Yu Maning in the front row had already arrived. Seeing her, she bouncingly stuck her head in front of her, shaking the dreadlocks on her head: "Sister, you still need me Seven braids~ when will it be cashed out?"

"One a day, okay?"

Ye Ci calculated the time, a dirty braid would take about 30 minutes if she did it by herself, so she finished it for her at noon.

Yu Maning said yes happily, and then reported the results of yesterday's investigation: "The owner of Qingcheng Coffee Shop hasn't found anything yet, but the district manager of Qiling Electric seems to have an improper relationship with a married omega, When they met yesterday, their eyes were thundering, and it seemed that there was a lot of relationship. Anyway, I will continue to pay attention, and if there is any sign, I will press the shutter and take a photo for proof."

Ye Ci gave her a cheering gesture.

Until the morning reading started, the seats next to it were empty. The people in the class had discussed it quietly several times, and everyone thought it was strange.

Song, as the class monitor, has always set an example and has never been late. Why didn't he come this morning.

Then I thought about Uncle Song's coaxing at the charity performance yesterday, and the fact that the squad leader was beaten by Aunt Song.

All the students felt a little bad in their hearts.

——Is it possible that the monitor had a dispute with his uncle and aunt?

——Not neat.Maybe there is still a lot of disputes, and the goddess is forcibly locked at home by her uncle and aunt, and she may even reflect behind closed doors.

--ah?Uncle, they treat the monitor like this?It's too much.

——That, I said casually, may not be true.

——But I think it's almost the same, otherwise, the squad leader, rain or shine, why didn't he come all of a sudden?

Ye Ci looked at the vacant seat next to her, and her eyes were a little worried. She took the dance dress home to wash last night, and she wasn't sure if Song still wanted it or not.

The second class in the morning was English class. Qin Yan, the class teacher, came over and answered everyone's doubts: "This morning, Song's mother called and said that Song had a high fever and couldn't come."

As soon as this was said, more than a dozen students immediately expressed that they would visit her during the lunch break, which shows that Song is very popular in the class.

Qin Yan knew that Song Haoyan's home was not far from the school, and it wouldn't take too long to walk there, so she didn't stop her.

Here, Yu Maning called Ye Ci to have lunch together, and was already thinking about the menu with great interest, but Ye Ci was thinking about whether to visit her with the dozen or so classmates at noon.

I always feel uneasy.

At this time, Song Haoyan was lying on the blood collection chair in the hospital, and the nurse in charge of the blood collection had already disinfected her arm with tincture of iodine.

Before inserting the needle, he asked: "Should I still draw 200ml~300ml as usual?"

Father Song shook his head: "400."

Song Haoyan didn't respond from the beginning to the end, he just let Father Song's words go his way, like a wooden puppet.

The nurse looked at Song Haoyan again, feeling a bit embarrassed: "Your daughter is so thin, the blood volume in her body will not be high, 400ml may not be a problem for others, but for your daughter, there may be obvious complications, Such as dizziness, chest tightness, palpitations, and maybe more serious symptoms, I hope you can think about it clearly."

Father Song didn't even think about it, or rather, he didn't even bother to listen to what the nurse said, so he just waved his hand:

"It's okay, smoke."