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

Song Yingying lowered her head and licked the rice. She agreed with the group pet and felt that she was at the bottom of the food chain.

After breakfast, the three men went to work, leaving the mother and daughter at home.

Song Zheng returned to the special piano room and began to practice Guzheng. Guzheng is one of the unique and important national musical instruments in our country. Song Zheng doesn’t like to play lightly and slowly.

Song Zheng's hands are slender and beautiful, as expected of a woman playing guzheng, but not so delicate, but very vigorous.

The sound insulation in the room is very strong, but if you sit not far away, you can still hear the sound.

After Song Yingying finished her meal, she accompanied Mother Song to water the flowers in the back garden, so she could hear clearly.

Song Zheng went to a competition a while ago, and came back with an award. Song Zheng's performance was neither sad nor happy. It's not that he didn't win the championship, but he was numb with too many awards from childhood to adulthood, so naturally he was not so excited.

Song's mother likes orchids, and the price of orchids is generally expensive, like the one that Song Yingying is watering now, it is called Emerald Orchid.

The general market price is 5 yuan. The flowers live up to their name, and the emerald green leaves seem to emit light fluorescence, crystal clear like emeralds, but they are actually of ornamental value.

Song's mother made a pun: "Growing flowers is as difficult as raising people. Be careful when watering. Be afraid of too much water or too little water."

Be careful and coddled, afraid that too strict discipline will backfire, and even more afraid of too little discipline and let go.

Song Yingying saw that the soil was almost wet, so she stopped watering the flowers, and she continued:

"Mom has worked hard."

"Welcome, you have changed." Mother Song smiled faintly:

"Yingying's temperament has changed a lot, but mom likes you like this now."

Don't be stubborn, and you won't suffer too much grievance.

Being too stubborn is actually not a very good thing. People who are too stubborn tend to pursue everything to the end. They are stubborn, and they will not look back when they are hit by the south wall.

"Why does Yingying want to be a director all of a sudden?" Mother Song changed the subject with a smile. She looked at the flowers and plants in the backyard, and her heart was full of satisfaction.

"Curiosity." Song Yingying casually found an excuse:

"I don't necessarily know how to do it. Let's learn it first. In case I become interested in programmers in the future, I may not be sure."

The actor is tired. After acting for so long, he wants to try behind the scenes. At any rate, this is still linked to the work he has been doing for more than ten years.

It's not suitable for her to study mathematics, literature, and foreign languages. She is not the original owner, and she doesn't have such a powerful heroine aura, let alone doing business.

The so-called three women in one show, the three of them lived in peace this morning.

It's just that in the afternoon, Song's mother was invited by her sisters to drink afternoon tea, and when there were only two sisters left in the villa, she jumped up and down.

Song Zheng lay on the railing on the second floor, and shouted indifferently:

"Song Yingying, get out here."

When the servant heard that the two sisters had started again, she was used to doing her own thing and did not dare to meddle.

Song Yingying was sitting downstairs and started to look up the director's information. Hearing this, she looked up at Song Zheng on the second floor:

"Sister, what are you doing?"

Song Zheng sneered and asked, "Do you know what you did last night? It's right here."

She pointed to the place where she fell over the shoulder yesterday.

Song Yingying blinked, how could she still remember.

Song Yingying said truthfully: "Sister, I'm drinking the broken pieces."

She innocently asked: "I shouldn't have molested my sister, right?"

Beauty comes first, she can still do this kind of thing.

Song Zheng's face turned dark. Seeing that Song Yingying didn't move, she went downstairs wearing slippers with heels. Standing in front of her, she said:

"Let's fight."

Yesterday, she was thrown over her shoulder by this little weak chicken. She played the guzheng all morning, and the more she played, the more upset she became.

Thanks to Song Yingying's ignorance of Guzheng, she thought it was majestic when she listened to it in the back garden, but she didn't expect Qi to be very angry, but it was anger.

"Sister, I'm so weak, I don't have strength, I'm a weakling, I can't beat you..." Song Yingying acted as soon as she said it, curled up on the sofa, and started yelling that she couldn't do it.

Song Zheng didn't listen to her, obviously last night with so much strength, Song Zheng picked him up with one hand:

"Are you pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger?"

Suddenly suspended in the air, Song Yingying hugged her tightly: "Sister, I was wrong."

"Didn't you say you forgot? Do you still remember where you went wrong?" Song Zheng snorted, annoyed to death by being entangled by this octopus-like person:

"Don't pull me!"

Song Yingying buried her snickering face on Song Zheng's neck, refusing to let go:

"No, sister, I'm afraid, it will hurt if I fall."

Song Zheng was about to die of anger: "Song Yingying! I'm going to beat you! Don't pretend to be crazy for me!"

Not listening or not, Song Yingying hugged her tightly and didn't let go:

"Although I don't remember what I did, but if my sister is angry, it's my fault."

The housekeeper looked at the two people who were entangled together, from the worry and fear of hearing the fight at the beginning to now smiling like an aunt.

That's how relationships are, if one of them is too cold, then the other will be fine.

Song Yingying was like a sloth clinging to a tree, if she didn't move, what could Song Zheng do with her? No one would dare to cling to her so unscrupulously.

The person in his arms smelled of sweet rose shower gel, Song Zheng sat down on the sofa helplessly.

Song Zheng said angrily, "It's fine if I don't settle accounts with you, get off me."

It is really tiring to communicate with such disobedient people, Song Zheng has experienced the difficulty of raising a bear child.

"No more!" Song Yingying shook her head stubbornly, what if she let go of Song Zheng and hit someone directly, she was still guarding against it.

It's not good to fight, it's not good to fight, you have to live in peace.

"..."

Song Zheng has a long memory, and next time he fights directly, he can't be polite before fighting. ,

Fortunately, the person on his body was light enough, and it didn't weigh much when wrapped around him. After Song Zheng took a breath, he grabbed Song Yingying's braids:

"If you don't let go, I'll pull out your hair."

Song Yingying said aggrievedly:

"My sister never bothered to pick people's hair and fingernails when fighting. My sister should not use this kind of obscene fighting method..."

Song Zheng fights with steel pipes, and she never pulls people's hair.

"How do you know? I've never hit you like that before." Song Zheng asked suspiciously.

She didn't dare to hurt Song Yingying's body, so it's okay to scold a few words, even if her parents criticize her, they won't overdo it.

"Because I adore my sister." Song Yingying really liked Song Zheng when she was reading the script.

Vicious female supporting role, she knows the word vicious very well.

"I know everything about my sister. I like my sister. I secretly observe my sister. The way my sister fights is so cool."

Song Yingying's words were both true and false.