The Little Fairy Who Was Reborn As a School Grass Boss

Song Beisha looked at Song Xiyue and smiled softly, Sister, so you are here. The third brother came back today and just drove to school to pick me up. You should go home too.

Song Beisha emphasized a few words.

She turned around, facing the third brother who was driving, and said affectionately, third brother, connect her together.

Song Xiluo raised his eyes and glanced at Song Xiyue, looking at a stranger with a frown between his brows, as if he was impatient.

But he still listened to Song Beisha's words and said indifferently, Well.

When Song Beisha looked at Song Xiyue again, she put on a smile, Sister, third brother agrees, get in the car quickly, and we'll go home together.

Song Xiyue looked at Song Beisha's bitch and showed a creepy smile, Song Beisha, didn't my father tell you, I won't go back to live for the time being.

If possible, she would like to break away from the Song family.

Song Xiyue looked at Song Beisha in such a leisurely manner.

The expression on Song Beisha's face froze, and she always felt that Song Xiyue's eyes were very thorough, as if she could see through her mind completely.

But how.

This is obviously a douchebag.

She had known her life in the country, and she had very poor grades, let alone a skill.

Sister, I am also kind. I know you are used to living in the country, but not in the city, but you will get used to it after a long time.

There is something in Song Beisha's words, which implies that Song Xiyue is a country bumpkin, and the mud can't support the wall.

Although Song Xiluo didn't speak, he looked at Song Xiyue with a look of disgust.

The Song family also pays attention to face, and they all feel that Song Xiyue will embarrass the family.

Song Xiluo didn't care about Song Xiyue at all.

...

Song Xiyue looked lazy and didn't care about that.

A person can hurt you because you care and care about their attitude.

But she didn't care about them at all, so whatever they said would have no effect on her.

Song Xiyue said lightly: Is it finished?

Huh? Song Beisha didn't understand what Song Xiyue meant.

Song Xiyue narrowed her eyes lazily, Since we're done, can I go now?

Seeing how understanding she is, she acts as a bitch, and she concentrates on being an audience, which is enough to give her face.

Seeing Song Xiyue walking forward with her schoolbag on her back with a dashing look, Song Beisha gritted her teeth secretly.

Let's go home. Song Xiluo hated seeing Song Xiyue even more.

Song Beisha bit her lips, her face turned pale, and she looked aggrieved, Third brother, I am kind, do you think my sister has any opinion on me?

Song Xiluo looked at Song Beisha, her expression softened, Don't think too much, you are too kind, since she doesn't want to go home, then don't go home, let's go back.

Ok.

...

Song Xiyue walked to an old community behind, she suddenly seemed to think of something and looked back.

In the last life, how did this third brother die?

She heard about it later. It seemed that she was in a car with Song Beisha and died in a car accident, but Song Beisha miraculously survived.

After surviving, she was interviewed by reporters. She cried and said what the third brother rescued her regardless of her life.

Really brother and sister.

...

Song Xiyue shook her head and continued to walk back without thinking about it.

At the gate of the community, Song Xiyue saw a familiar figure.

She stopped and looked over.

Jian Ningning was helping her parents sell noodles when she suddenly felt a line of sight. She looked up, stunned, and then asked a little embarrassedly, Song Xiyue, do you want to eat noodles?

The heroine also has a career line, a career line to get rich.

Crowd: That's a hillbilly, a country bumpkin.

Song Xiyue: Sister, create a wealthy family by herself!