At this moment, Song Yi also fell into a state of complete confusion.

Her brain began to work rapidly.

Hang Feng would appear here? Why? ? ?

Because the impact of this incident was so great that Song Yi forgot about the turtle she brought in and walked out with an empty mind.

Grandma brought the last soup to the table, "Yi Yi, come and sit down, we will have dinner soon."

"Okay." Song Yi nodded and responded, then walked over and sat down.

Grandma wiped her hands, her voice full of helplessness, "My grandson just came back, did you see him? I don't know what happened to this child, he suddenly left again."

Song Yi swallowed and had the answer in her heart.

Song Yi asked, "Is your grandson called Hang Feng?"

"Yes." Grandma couldn't help but smile when she mentioned her grandson, "Why, do you know each other?"

Song Yi opened her mouth and said, "Yes, we are classmates in the same class."

Hearing this, grandma smiled so hard that she couldn't close her mouth.

Grandma said, "What a coincidence, you are in the same class, that's great."

Song Yi nodded, "Yes, yes."

At this time, the door of the house was opened, and Hang Feng walked in again. This time he came back.

In this short time, after blowing the cold wind outside for a while, Hang Feng woke up.

First of all, the speculation that the turtle turned into Song Yi is absolutely not true. He must have seen it wrong just now. There is no turtle.

Because this is not scientific.

Then there was only one reason why Song Yi showed up at his house today, and that was that she was the guest invited by grandma.

After figuring this out, Hang Feng dared to set out on the road home again.

Grandma said, "Xiao Feng! Hurry up and wash your hands, it's time to eat."

The three of them sat at the table.

Grandma put a big crab on each of their plates, and then said, "Since you are classmates, it's even better. Xiao Feng, grandma tells you that Yi Yi is a very good child. Before, some hooligans came to grandma's stall to eat for free, and she helped grandma drive those people away."

"It's just a small favor, grandma, don't take it to heart." Song Yi said, and then looked at Hang Feng, "Don't thank me, really don't thank me, we are classmates, don't take it to heart."

Hang Feng: "..."

He suddenly understood Song Yi's hint.

The boy was silent for two seconds, but still whispered: "Thank you."

Song Yi originally thought that it was quite embarrassing to meet Hang Feng in such a place, but her personality has always been that the more uncomfortable others are, the more comfortable she is.

So when Hang Feng's head was lowered and almost buried in the bowl because of her stare, grandma said again: "Yi Yi, our little Feng usually doesn't like to talk and has a withdrawn personality. I would like you to take care of him more in school in the future."

Song Yi nodded, "Yes, we don't talk to each other usually, but Hang Feng's grades are very good. Although we don't socialize, I have wanted to be friends with him for a long time!"

Hearing Song Yi praising her grandson so much, grandma became even happier. Song Yi's smile looked very sincere, and the atmosphere at the whole dinner table seemed to be happy-

except for Hang Feng.

Because he didn't understand how Song Yi could make such a lie sound like the truth.

Did they never talk to each other? Whenever she slandered him for liking her, she always said a lot of nonsense.

Want to be friends with him? Does that mean treating him like a beggar and giving him five yuan?

No socializing? If kissing can be considered as no socializing, then what does it mean to be socializing?

Hang Feng lowered his head and held the chopsticks in his hand tighter.

After giving Song Yi instructions, grandma looked at Hang Feng again, "And you, you have to take care of Yi Yi at school, too, you know? She's a girl, you have to help her if she needs your help in life, you know?"

Hang Feng curled his lips, "She's also a girl?"

Grandma slapped her chopsticks on the bowl, "Why do you talk like that?"

Facing grandma's reprimand, Hang Feng chose to remain silent.

Finally, grandma still took Song Yi's hand, "Good boy, if you need anything at school, go find him. If he dares not to help you, come back and tell grandma, grandma will teach him a lesson for you!"

"Okay." Song Yi nodded obediently and smiled sweetly, "Thank you grandma."

Grandma looked at Song Yi, and it can be said that she was more and more satisfied.

The little girl helped her so much, she was kind and enthusiastic, and it happened to be her grandson's classmate.

Old people believe in fate. She thinks such coincidences prove that Song Yi and she have some kind of fate, or that she has a fate with her grandson.

After dinner, grandma sent Song Yi to the door of her house, then turned back to look at Hang Feng, "Xiao Feng, send Yi Yi home, and give her all those snacks."

Hang Feng always listened to his grandma's words, and knew that if he didn't send Song Yi home so late, grandma would at least nag him all night.

"Got it."

The boy said and took the dishes and chopsticks into the kitchen, washed his hands and walked out, and picked up the whole bag of snacks on the sofa.

He walked to the door and looked at Song Yi, "Let's go, I'll take you home."

Song Yi refused, "No, I can do it myself."

Hang Feng reached out and grabbed Song Yi's ponytail, and walked out while pulling her, impatiently saying, "This is not your decision."

"Let go! It hurts! It hurts!" Song Yi was forced to follow Hang Feng, but she was not willing to admit defeat. She immediately pinched a piece of soft flesh on Hang Feng's waist with her backhand, trying to retaliate.

Because such physical contact was too sudden, Hang Feng instinctively tensed his body.

The touch of his hand changed a little, Song Yi curiously touched forward, and looked at Hang Feng in surprise, "It turns out you have abdominal muscles!"

The boy's face was slightly stunned, and the night covered his suddenly red earlobes.

The next second, Song Yi "tsk tsk" twice and continued to ask: "Don't you know that I like boys with abdominal muscles, so you specially trained to seduce me? I admit, man, I am attracted by your little tricks."

Hang Feng: "......?"

His face, which had just turned red, turned dark again in an instant.

Looking at the door that was not closed tightly, thinking that his grandmother was still in the room, in order to avoid his grandmother hearing some words that should not be heard, Hang Feng could only grit his teeth and say three words, "Hurry up."

Song Yi liked to go against him and said, "Why? Could it be that I was right and you dare not admit it?" As

Song Yi spoke, her hand moved up a little seriously, and then patted Hang Feng's abdominal muscles vigorously. She used a full 70% of her strength and used three words to evaluate, "Not bad!"

Hang Feng had just finished his meal, and after being patted by Song Yi like this, he felt that something was rolling in his stomach.

So Hang Feng lost his patience and stuffed the bag of snacks directly into Song Yi's hand to separate her hand from his body.

"Can't you hold it for me?" Song Yi asked curiously, but before she finished her words, she suddenly felt dizzy.

Song Yi was dumbfounded, because the next second she was carried on Hang Feng's shoulder with one hand.

Song Yi: "???"

What the hell is this operation?

The system that was offline for 800 years and seemed to be dead slowly spoke.

[Host, you won't die if you don't do it]

Song Yi was also a little scared at this moment, and said: "I won't touch it anymore! Put me down quickly!"

"Too late." Hang Feng said, and then carried her downstairs.

There is really no sense of security when a person is suspended in the air. Song Yi grabbed a large bag of snacks with one hand, and tried to grab Hang Feng's clothes on the back with the other hand to keep balance.

Song Yi's two legs were kicking and flapping in the air.

Hang Feng's other hand landed on the side of Song Yi's thigh, and then slapped it hard, "If you move again , I will throw you down."

Song Yi: "Then throw it away. I think I will vomit if you carry me like this - ugh"

Hang Feng asked: "Did you consider me when you patted my abdominal muscles?"

Song Yi: "What's the connection between these two things?"

Hang Feng ignored Song Yi and continued to walk forward with her on his back.

Song Yi racked her brains but couldn't figure out the connection between the two things. Of course, she was not in the mood to think about it anymore. Song Yi

felt that she had never been so fragile. She was like a rice bag, being carried so roughly by Hang Feng.

In other people's Marie Sue stories, they would always be carried in a princess hug or on the back, right?

Why did she have to carry the rice bag with one hand?

Song Yi had never missed Marie Sue as much as she did now.

But looking at Hang Feng's skills and strength, he would definitely be a great helper if he were to move bricks -

ugh!

This was not a solution, so Song Yi stretched out her right hand and put it around Hang Feng's neck and onto his other shoulder.

Hang Feng frowned, and suddenly had a bad feeling.

The girl on his shoulder was surprisingly quiet at the moment, which was not like her character at all.

Was she angry?

Thinking of this, Hang Feng suddenly felt a little irritated, so he stopped and tried to negotiate with Song Yi, "If you promise me to be quiet, I will let you go..."

Before Hang Feng could finish his words, Song Yi's hand used Hang Feng's shoulder as a fulcrum and made a beautiful 180-degree turn in the air.

Song Yi's two hands quickly exchanged positions and wrapped around Hang Feng's neck from behind, and his two legs were tightly wrapped around his waist.

The next second, Song Yi put his hands on Hang Feng's shoulders again, and used this force to put one leg on Hang Feng's shoulder.

The increase in strength on his shoulders made Hang Feng instinctively bend his waist, and he staggered a step before he could barely stabilize his body.

Hang Feng asked, "What do you want to do?"

But Song Yi did not answer him. Instead, she took this opportunity to successfully put her other leg on Hang Feng's other shoulder and sat on it.

Not only that, Song Yi went even further.

She grabbed Hang Feng's hair and shouted seriously, "Let's go! Drive!"

Hang Feng: "... Get off."

Song Yi smiled and said back to Hang Feng, "It's too late."

At this moment, a middle-aged man passed by holding his five-year-old son's hand.

The little boy looked at Song Yi and Hang Feng in confusion, and the next second he pulled his father's hand and shouted excitedly, "Dad! That sister can ride a big horse! I want to ride a big horse too!"

The middle-aged man squatted down helplessly and let his son climb onto his shoulders.

When the father and son passed by them, the man shook his head with emotion, "Young people nowadays really know how to play!"

Hang Feng: "..."