After wearing the book, Little Green Tea was favored by five villains

Stomach is not good, after tossing for most of the night, Song Yingying collapsed on the bed weakly.

Song Ling is a bitch, I will treat you sincerely tonight, and I will leave the medicine soup for you to drink, and then I will cook for you with full of heart.

Damn, revenge will be revenged!

Wait for me!

Song Yingying gritted her teeth.

The next day I slept until the sun was three poles before getting up, my face was as pale as a ghost.

She was wearing a white nightdress, with her waist-length hair loose, hunched over, and opened the door weakly.

It happened to meet Song Zheng who also came out of the room.

Even Song Zheng was taken aback. She gripped the doorknob tightly, looked at her face full of resentment and unwillingness, and asked:

"Song Yingying, are you dead or alive?"

"Some people are alive...she's already dead..." Song Yingying grinned a sinister smile:

"Sister...do you know where Song Ling is...I'm here to kill him..."

Song Zheng: "..."

Song Zheng: "?"

Song Zheng turned around and went downstairs: "Why tell you?"

Song Yingying jumped directly onto Song Zheng's back, hugged her neck tightly, and pinched her waist with her legs, rubbing against her shamelessly:

"Sister back!"

"Fuck." She couldn't get rid of her like a dog's skin plaster, Song Zheng resigned to her fate and carried her downstairs.

Downstairs, Mother Song, who was sitting on the sofa watching the drama, was so moved that she almost shed tears as she watched the rare scene of the two sisters sticking together:

"That's great, that's great..."

Both Xiaozheng and Yingying started to get along well.

Song Zheng: "..."

What a shit!

I want to kill this thing on my back.

After putting this thing on his back, he even made an inch of it and smiled at her:

"Sister, am I light?"

"Are you showing off your weight to me?" Song Zheng condescendingly said:

"Height is directly proportional to weight."

Song Zheng: Oh, are you mocking me?

Song Yingying: No, no, I just want to say that I am very light and my sister has no pressure to recite it. Next time, you can recite me.

If there is a misunderstanding, you must explain it immediately. The longer you delay, the bigger the lump in your heart will be.

Song Yingying said pitifully: "I want to say that it's not heavy and it's easy to recite. My sister will recite it next time."

"You think I'm holding a donkey? I think you look like a donkey." Song Zheng roughed her smooth hair.

"..."

The two sisters got up late, and Song's mother didn't bother to cook for them alone, so she gave each of them 200 yuan in red envelopes and asked them to go out to eat.

Song's mother's abacus made a "slap", and the two sisters finally became more and more in love, and they should be alone to cultivate a deeper relationship.

Song Yingying was pushed out before she even changed into her nightgown.

Song Zheng looked at the scribbled and frizzy younger sister in front of her, with disgust written all over her eyes.

Song Zheng got into the car.

Song Ying rattled behind and got into the car together.

Song Zheng looked at Yaomei who was sitting next to her wearing slippers, and said coolly:

"Are you really like a dog's skin plaster?"

"No." Song Yingying reported the location of the hotel to the driver uncle with a smile, and had to brush her teeth and wash her face.

She didn't check out the hotel she booked before, so she continued.

Song Zheng leaned lazily, crossed her legs, and asked leisurely:

"The location of the hotel is not far from the hospital where Jiang Qi was hospitalized. Are you an idiot? Go take care of someone who has nothing to do with you."

It was a surprise that the crystal lamp did not hit Song Yingying when it fell. Where Song Yingying was, Jiang Qi was still injured.

Song Zheng chuckled lightly and said, "If you saved Jiang Qi from this disaster, he might fall in love with you."

Why didn't he push Jiang Qi away?

"That's because his own reaction ability is too clumsy, what does it have to do with me." Song Yingying blinked a pair of big and bright eyes:

"Calamity? I am the calamity he is destined to have."

Damn scumbag, let's see if she doesn't play him to death.

"Yo." Song Zheng said in a strange tone, "Is it love?"

All the way silent.

Arriving at the hotel, before getting off the car, Song Yingying left a sentence:

"Death."

"Goodbye, sister."

Song Zheng raised half of her eyebrows, leaned on the car window, and looked at the people bouncing away.

She tied all her hair behind her ears.

Xiao Yao was so cool when he said this.

"Second Miss, where do you go for breakfast?"

"That's it." Song Zheng got out of the car and walked towards the hotel.

There is a restaurant on the first floor of the hotel.

After washing, Song Yingying changed into a skirt, a short top, matched it with a sky blue short skirt, and tied eye-catching and energetic double ponytails.

Song Yingying likes to be beautiful, she likes to dress herself up, and she also likes the eyes of the world to appreciate.

If there is improper.

Then call back.

Song Zheng was sitting at the table in the center, with a cold demeanor of rejecting people thousands of miles away, which made those who wanted to strike up a conversation feel courageous.

No one dared to sit at her table.

Since Song Zheng came here for breakfast, she was undoubtedly here to wait for her.

Song Yingying went straight to her and sat down.

Song Zheng pointed to another copy:

"have eaten."

I've ordered it for her and don't need to order anything else.

Song Yingying smiled sweetly, took a bite of the steamed bun, and made an exaggerated expression:

"The breakfast my sister helped to order is delicious!"

Song Zheng couldn't chew anymore. After she swallowed it forcefully, she frowned and looked at her:

"Song Yingying, if I vomit, I will slap you."

Song Yingying: "..."

Hey, okay, I shut up.

She is not cowardly, she is submitting to her sister.

After quietly eating breakfast, Song Zheng picked up her bag:

"Let's go and see Jiang Qi together."

Song Yingying quickened her pace to keep up with her.

Regarding Song Yingying's drastic change in her dressing style, Song Zheng had mixed feelings and didn't know what to think.

It used to be too "pure", but now it is too "delicate"

In short, it is not the style and style that I like.

He casually bought a fruit basket from a roadside fruit shop and went to the hospital to visit Jiang Qi.

"Sister Song Zheng." Jiang Qi called out lightly.

Calling her sister according to her age, Jiang Qi, as the hero, would not really respect Song Zheng as her sister.

Just out of courtesy.

"It's good. Anyway, I'm not idle this summer vacation." Song Zheng put the fruit basket on the bedside table and looked at Jiang Qi.

Jiang Qi is handsome, but not so handsome that people lose their minds.

Song Zheng picked up Song Ying and ushered in:

"Why don't you cry?"

Jiang Qi: "..."

Song Yingying: "???"

Um?What are you crying for?Mourning?

"No...it's not good..." Song Yingying said hesitantly:

"Sister, it's not auspicious."

Jiang Qi: "?"

Do you really want to cry?

Song Yingying looked at the inquiry in Song Zheng's eyes, Song Yingying's mouth shrunk, two seconds, three seconds, four seconds...Ten seconds, tears came down, she was crying like pear blossoms with rain, I felt pity:

"My sister won't feel so uncomfortable if I don't mention it. Once I mention it, my heart will be so uncomfortable. I hurt so much. It hurts on Ah Qi's body and hurts in my heart...Wow...Jiang Qi...Jiang Qi... ..."

Song Zheng: "..."

Shit, headache.

She stepped out and closed the door with a "slap".

Song Yingying rushed to the bedside: "Woo, woo, Jiang Qi, I didn't take care of you personally yesterday, and I didn't sleep well at home..."