Chapter 2: I'm Really a little Poor

"Yaoyao? Are you okay?" Song Jingwan looked at Song Yayao's delicate and refined face, a flash of jealousy flashed across her eyes. She held Song Yaoya's hand and asked softly.

Song Yaoya caught the light in Song Jingwan's eyes, and she curled her lower lip insignificantly. But soon, her expression changed, and she grabbed Song Jingwan's hand with her backhand, clinging to it.

Weakly whispered with tears: "I'm not good, I'm almost cold to death, sister, can you accompany me to change clothes?"

The tip of her nose was red, and her eyes were misty and whispered.

Song Jingwan could perceive that more and more attention fell on her. She smiled and gently pinned Song Yao's broken hair behind her ears, "Of course, if you don't tell me, I don't worry about going back alone!"

As she said, she helped Song Yaoyao and turned around to apologize to everyone: "I'm sorry, shall we be here tonight? I have to go back to accompany her if she has something like this."

Song Jingwan, as the most valued daughter of the Song family, is the top celebrity in Fengcheng. Everyone should give her face.

This gathering ended with Song Yaoyao falling into the water.

The figures of the two sisters gradually moved away, and the admiration of others could be heard.

"Miss Song has a really good personality, she is beautiful and gentle!"

"It's good for her sister, but Song Yaoyao is not a good thing."

"Yes, Mingming Jingwan and Huo Shaocai are a perfect match!"

In the midst of the compliments, someone sneered "hypocritically" and turned away.

...

Go back to the room.

Song Yaoyao stood in front of the mirror after taking a shower, bent her eyes at the person in the mirror, smiled and said to the outside: "Sister, I forgot to bring my clothes in. Can you help me?"

It is no different from the former Song Yaoyao, trusting his sister like that.

But what did her sister do?

Song Jingwan frowned impatiently, but still patiently, she found a piece of clothing from the closet and walked into the bathroom.

Unexpectedly, looking around in the bathroom, there was no figure of Song Yaoyao at all. She was taken aback, "Aoyao?"

Song Yaoya, who didn't know when she was standing behind her, answered sweetly, "Hmm, I'm here."

After that, he suddenly shot, grabbing Song Jingwan's long hair, and pushing her head into the bathtub that was already full of water.

"Hmm! Oh, help, help—"

Song Jingwan was caught off guard, and the water flowed back into her nose. She began to struggle fiercely, but the hand that was holding her hair was so strong, as if to tear her scalp off!

Deprived of breathing bit by bit, Song Jingwan's feeling of suffocation made Song Jingwan increasingly desperate.

She desperately wanted to catch Song Yaoyao's hand, but could not catch anything.

At the moment when she was about to fall into a coma, the person who grabbed her hair seemed to have finally raised her hand, willing to let her make a living, and pulled her head out of the bathtub.

"call--"

Song Jingwan's pupils were dizzy, and she had only time to breathe a breath of air. Before she could get over, she was pushed into the bathtub again.

Once, twice, three times...

The person behind was like a devil, with a smile on his charming little face and deep dimples. She cast her eyebrows indifferently, watching Song Jingwan wandering on the edge of life and death in despair.