Chapter 3: I cried, how about you?

"Um...cough cough...cough..."

Song Jingwan was full of resentment, her tears and snots were not controlled at all, she turned her head with dim tears, and met those bright eyes.

"Song Yao——"

"Sister, isn't it fun?"

Song Yaoyao slammed her hand and pulled Song Jingwan's scalp back, forcing Song Jingwan to raise her head.

She almost pressed Song Jingwan’s cheeks, and said intimately: “Why didn’t my sister speak? I still remember the joke my sister made to me by the pool just now,” Song Yaoyao said quietly, “The water is over my head. I squeeze my mouth into the nasal cavity and deprive me of my breath a little bit. That feeling is really-unforgettable in this lifetime!"

Song Jingwan was extremely embarrassed and panicked for a moment, but she stared at Song Yaoyao, not thinking that she was at fault. It's just a joke. Besides, isn't she dead?

"Song Yaoyao, you are really crazy!" Song Jingwan was unwilling to be humiliated, struggling to grab Song Yaoya's face.

With a "pop--" the world was quiet.

Song Yaoya shook his hand, faintly looking at a puddle of mud that looked like Song Jingwan, bent down and patted her cheek, "This is a gift tonight. Remember, you owe me a life."

The life that was silently lost in the swimming pool because of a joke, she will bring it back for the original body sooner or later.

Song Jingwan's eyes were burning and she wanted to poke a hole in her back, her chest undulated violently, and the picture finally froze on her unwilling to twist face.

She was right, she would never admit that she was wrong! Song Yaoyao, this is endless!

...

Song Yaoyao arrogantly walked out of the bathroom, her expression instantly changed.

Ah ah ah ah slap Song Jingwan that slap her hand hurts!

She tried to hold back, her eyes widened and tears covered.

"Woo..."

The palm of the hand is hot, as if it is about to burn.

Can't help it! Mom can't bear it! ! It hurts her to death!

Song Yaoya's natural pain was different from ordinary people, and a little bit of pain would be magnified infinitely by her.

She blew her little hand, this room couldn't stay, she sniffed and planned to find something to eat.

The original Song Yaoyao was a transparent person at the party, and Song Jingwan was very keen to take her to the party. She herself is not valued by the Song family, and it can be said that she is completely ridiculed outside. In this contrast, Song Jingwan became more and more famous, but she became more and more inferior.

Even when he was hungry, he didn't dare to go to the dessert counter to get food.

Now that she changed to Song Yaoyao, her stomach had already protested.

After simply changing clothes, Song Yaoya left the house.

In my memory, this is the top resort in Fengcheng. It integrates eating, drinking, and shopping, and is called a paradise on earth.

The moonlight was sky, reflecting a hazy light. Song Yaoya went out along the corridor. The villa was amazingly large, and the green bushes beside the gravel road were dotted with dreamy night lights.

Song Yaoyao, who hadn't found herself getting further and further away from the restaurant, found that the surrounding light was dim. Compared with the brightly lit area where she came, there are a variety of precious plants, the architectural style is slightly different, and the quietness is a bit strange.

Looking around, Song Yaoyao didn't pay attention and plunged into the wall of flesh. The hard muscles on the opponent's body hurt her head, staggering back two steps, and sitting on the ground with a soft foot.