"Who is Fugui?" After being beaten, Song Yuan hid in the kitchen. As soon as he came in, he heard An Ci's words and asked curiously.
"A white tiger." An Ci turned his head to look at him, glanced at him, and asked with a smile, "Cousin, are you okay?"
For Song Yuan, getting beaten was a common occurrence and he had long been accustomed to it.
He wasn't shy either, and spread his hands in front of her, his palms slightly red from being slapped.
"Something happened. I feel like I can't hold the pen at night and can't do my homework." He said seriously.
"You, you only remember to eat and not to be beaten. I'll be surprised if your dad doesn't punish you when he comes back later." The kitchen was not far from the living room. Old Madam Song heard it all and looked at Song Yuan helplessly.
Hearing this, Song Yuan touched his nose and secretly decided to avoid his father later.
As carefree as he was, he didn't take it to heart the next second, "Where did the white tiger come from? Where is it? Why didn't I see it?"
"I raised it. It's staying with Uncle Che for now." An Ci replied and turned to urge An Lan to give her the insulated box.
An Lan said worriedly, "Two insulated boxes are too heavy, how are you going to carry them?"
"Aunt, let Xiao Ci and I go together. I'll take her on my bike." Song Yuan was very curious about the white tiger that An Ci mentioned, so he volunteered.
Unable to persuade them, An Lan gave them the thermal box. Before leaving, she worriedly told Song Yuan to ride slowly.
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Villa No. 3.
My aunt had to take leave for the past two days and couldn't come to cook, and Shi Che couldn't cook, so he could only order takeout.
After finishing two games, Shi Che took off his headphones and looked up at the boy opposite him. "Xiao Mo, what do you want to eat?"
"Whatever." Shen Mo held the book in one hand and casually touched Fugui's head with the other hand.
Accustomed to his thriftiness with words, Shi Che picked up his phone to order takeout. He glanced at the white tiger lying beside Shen Mo and gritted his teeth.
It's okay for Xiao Mo to touch her casually, but if he touches her, she will chase him and bite him. Her double standard is so obvious.
He looked away and the doorbell suddenly rang.
Shi Che put down his phone, stood up and opened the door.
When the door opened, warm light poured out, illuminating two childish faces.
Shi Che was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "Why are you two here?"
"I'm bringing you some food." An Ci passed him by and looked inside. "Uncle Che, where's Fugui?"
"Inside, come in." Shi Che took the insulated box from Song Yuan's hand and asked, "Did you two walk here?"
"I'll take Xiaoci on a bike ride." Song Yuan said as he took off his shoes.
He and Shen Mo go to the same school and are in the same class, so he comes to visit when he has nothing to do.
An Ci came out wearing slippers and was done with it. She walked quickly into the living room and when she looked up, she saw Fugui, the dog, lying comfortably on the sofa, letting the boy next to him touch its head.
This is such a heartless person. It seems that he has adapted well to this place.
Seeing her coming, Shen Mo stopped, looked up at her, and pursed his red lips.
"I don't..." An Ci moved his lips, but was drowned out by Song Yuan's loud voice the next second.
Song Yuan stared at Baihu on the sofa, his eyes shining, "Oh my god, this is too cool."
If you really take her out for a walk in the neighborhood, you will definitely get people turning their heads to look at her.
He ran over quickly and asked, "Can I touch it?"
As a result, he had just stretched out his hand, before he touched a single tiger hair, Fugui suddenly growled at him.
The sound was earth-shaking.
Song Yuan was startled and quickly retracted his hand, falling to the ground.
Oh my god.
An Ci, "Wealth and honor."
Shen Mo, "Be quiet."
The two spoke almost at the same time, then looked at each other and then tacitly looked away.
An Ci walked over and rubbed Fugui's ear. "I told you not to scare people. Behave yourself."
Fugui reluctantly lay back down.
Shen Mo raised his eyes and looked at her, "Are you going to take it back?"
An Ci withdrew his hand and grinned, "No, my mom asked me to bring you some food."
After a pause, she suddenly remembered something and stuffed the juice in her hand into his arms, "This is for you."
Shen Mo looked down at the juice in his hand. He didn't like drinking such sweet things. If it were someone else, he would have refused it directly.
But this is what the little things give...
"He doesn't like drinking juice." Song Yuan recovered and said casually.
An Ci was startled, turned his head to look at him, and asked belatedly, "Do you know each other?"
Song Yuan said, "He transferred to our school and we are in the same class."
Classmates?
An Ci blinked. If she remembered correctly, he was in the fourth grade.
As if seeing her confusion, Song Yuan explained, "He skipped a grade."
He felt that he was a pretty good student. He had skipped grades before, but he was not as abnormal as Shen Mo, who was in the fourth grade at the age of seven, and hardly listened in class, but could easily get full marks.
An Ci raised his eyebrows, this is the academic genius.
She turned her gaze back to Shen Mo, "If you don't like drinking, forget it, I..."
"I like it." Shen Mo interrupted her and clenched the juice in his hand, as if he was afraid that An Ci would go back.
An Ci sighed, "As long as you like it."
Song Yuan's mind was all on the white tiger, and he didn't notice what they were saying. He glanced at the white tiger, then looked at Shen Mo, "Why is it willing to let you touch it, and listen to you? How do you do that?"
"Don't be sad, you are not alone." Shi Che put away the thermal box and walked over, patting Song Yuan on the shoulder.
"It wouldn't let me touch it either. It was very fierce."
Song Yuan was puzzled, "Why?"
Shi Che shrugged, indicating that he didn't know either, "You ask them."
Song Yuan looked at the two of them.
An Ci's eyes flashed with a sly smile, "Maybe he's just better looking."
“…”
Shi Che and Song Yuan expressed that they were offended.
Song Yuan protested unsatisfiedly, "I'm handsome too, okay?"
An Ci chuckled softly, Shen Mo lowered his eyebrows, and a barely perceptible smile appeared in his eyes.
"Go back and eat quickly, your mother sent a message to urge you." Shi Che glanced at his phone.
Song Yuan looked at Baihu reluctantly and kept lingering, and finally An Ci couldn't stand it anymore and reached out to pull him towards the door.
Seeing Shi Che seeing them out, Shen Mo hesitated for a moment, then stood up and walked over.
Under the night sky, Song Yuan sat on a bicycle. He was tall and had long legs, with his toes easily touching the ground.
"Xiao Ci, are you sitting firmly?"
Shi Che helped An Ci to the back seat. An Ci was afraid of falling, so he grabbed Song Yuan's coat with both hands.
"alright."
Shi Che said, "Ride slower."
"I understand." Song Yuan replied, kicked off on his toes, and rode away on his bike.
Shi Che turned around and saw Shen Mo standing at the door, his eyebrows raised slightly, "Xiao Mo, what's wrong?"
Shen Mo's eyes drooped slightly, and his face showed no emotion. "It's okay."
He turned and walked back into the house with the juice, and the bicycle and the little thing sitting on the back seat flashed through his mind.
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