Xie Huaijun really had no bad intentions. He said so much, but the main idea was just to tell Yu'er.
You are under the protection of the Xie family, so don't be afraid of anyone. If anyone wants to bully you, just confront them head-on without giving them face.
You have four men at home to support you, so don't be afraid.
As it turned out, the young man was young, he didn’t know how to say nice things, and he directly offended the new sister.
The relationship between the two was already tense, but now it's better.
The stepmother moved into a big villa with her younger sister, and watched her biological father and stepmother being sweet to each other every day.
Xie Huaijun, with a gloomy face, was indifferent. What really broke his defense was his sister's unilateral differential treatment.
On a sunny morning, Xie Huaijun got up early and the young man came to the living room in ten minutes.
As expected, biological father, stepmother, eldest brother, second brother, and others spent the longest time looking at Yuer's face.
Xie Huaijun paused for a moment, feeling inexplicably nervous, and walked to the table.
The young man pulled out a chair and greeted the family naturally.
"Good morning, Dad."
Xie Zhong, with a look of surprise on his face, suspected that he was too old and his ears were wrong.
Otherwise, how could I hear the unfilial son greet me so politely.
"Hello, Aunt Song."
Ignoring his father's look of astonishment, the polite young man greeted his stepmother very politely.
Song Qingqing had just arrived, so she didn't know the virtues of the young people in the past who were invincible.
She smiled gently and charmingly, and asked the younger generation to sit down and eat.
Xie Huaijun, who was not interested in the wine, looked at his sister who was standing next to his stepmother without even looking up.
Xie Huaijun cleared his throat and sat down with an inexplicably nervous look on his face.
"Good morning, sister."
Yu'er simply didn't want to bother with Xie Huaijun, who was sometimes good, sometimes bad, and sometimes crazy.
Helpless, she had to bow her head under the eaves. She chewed the bun twice fiercely, venting all her anger on Xie Huaijun.
In front of his mother, stepfather, stepbrother, and second brother, he raised his head and put on a fake smile in one go.
"Good morning, Third Brother."
There is no trace of emotion, it is all stinginess.
The eldest brother was automatically ignored by the mistress, and the second brother glanced at the indifferent younger sister.
He looked at the mistress opposite the younger sister, whose butt was burning with anger.
The two people who realized something was fishy immediately lost their appetite for the food in their mouths.
A few days ago, the stepfather used his connections to transfer his newly-minted stepdaughter to a certain aristocratic high school where his youngest son attends.
The teaching environment and quality here are far superior to Yuer's previous high school.
The couple discussed it first, and after they reached an agreement, they consulted their daughter.
Yu'er's hesitation could not withstand her mother's earnest expectations, and she finally agreed to her parents' arrangement.
She chooses to transfer to Chengming High School, and has to bear the pain of being in the same class with the unpleasant Xie Huaijun.
A few days ago, Yu'er's father and mother accompanied him to register for the course. The course officially started today. Xie Chong pulled his youngest son aside and warned him.
"Yu'er is a girl, and she's your sister. As her brother, you should take better care of her at school. Do you hear me?"
The young man seemed to be listening nonchalantly, but he was thinking in his heart, that person is very arrogant and doesn't think highly of your son at all.
He glanced at his sister who was sending the eldest and second sons to work. She smiled brightly and called him brother sweetly.
Turning around and passing by him, she called his father "Uncle" and pretended not to see him...
Xie Huaijun, who was crying violently in his heart, was a stubborn prodigal son and a troublemaker in school. The third young master of the Xie family also had to save face.
Specifically, the two people got into a private car, and one sat on the left side and the other sat on the right side of the back seat of the short car, with a clear distance between them.
Yu'er leaned against the window to look at the scenery, and her eyes had not looked in that direction since she got on the car.
Xie Huaijun got in the car, sat down, and played games on his phone.
The greetings never stopped coming out of his mouth, and the driver in the front row listened to the passionate hum of the third young master halfway through the journey.
Either they complain about this person's stupidity or they scold that person's stupidity.
He wondered uncertainly why the Third Young Master was so popular today.
The driver was about to look through the rearview mirror while driving and saw that the young man who had been playing with his legs crossed in the back seat all the way might be tired.
He put down his phone and casually glanced at his step-sister who was tilting her head towards the car window.
After looking at his sister's round head for a long time, Lu Huaijun, who was confused, said in a low voice.
"Do all you girls hold grudges like you do?"
The words were spoken in a very low voice, and it was more like I was mumbling to myself than talking to others.
The sound was so quiet that the driver in the front seat didn't hear it, but Yu'er heard it clearly.
As the saying goes, good words may not be heard, but bad words will definitely be heard by the person concerned.
Rolling her eyes at the car window, Yu'er actually didn't want to pay any attention to Xie Huaijun who was inexplicably crazy.
Finally, Xie Huaijun saw that the little girl still ignored him. Young people of their age were particularly bad-natured.
The more you ignore him, the more he wants to piss you off.
This is what Xie Huaijun was thinking now, and he looked at his sister's high ponytail.
He was swaying back and forth in front of my eyes, so he must be easy to catch.
The driver followed his heart and looked away for a moment, then heard the little girl's angry scolding.
"Why are you pulling my hair?!"
The driver glanced at the rearview mirror and saw the silent little girl in the rearview mirror grabbing her hair.
The Third Young Master looked at her with a frown and dissatisfaction, touching his nose, with a guilty look in his eyes, and whispered a rebuttal.
"It was dangling in front of my eyes. What's wrong with me pulling it? I didn't use any force."
The driver didn't dare to look again. Xie Huaijun was righteous and confident, and Yu'er was breathing in and out.
I was quiet for a while, but it was no use. It seemed like I couldn't vent the anger in my heart.
Yu'er was filled with rage and was so bold that she didn't care if there was a third person in the car. She stretched out her hand and gritted her teeth as she pounced on Xie Huaijun, who was grinning at her.
With quick eyes and hands, he grabbed his ear and pulled it.
The tall boy, in contrast to his previous arrogance, let the angry girl knead and stretch him like a soft dough.
In a panic, he did not forget to press the button on the baffle, blocking the driver's vague view.
The famous troublemaker in the circle whimpered softly, touching his red ears and begging for mercy.
"Just be gentle, you almost pulled my ears off, you'll have to pay for it later."
Yu'er felt relieved and was about to let go.
Somehow, Xie Huaijun, who was pinned down and bullied by her at will, always bumped his red ears against her hands for no reason.
All I could hear were his words that seemed to be begging for mercy but were actually fanning the flames.
How could Yu'er not be angry? New hatred and old grudges were added to it. She pulled her left ear and twisted her right ear.
I finally arrived at the school parking lot, turned off the engine and parked the car.
The driver, unable to restrain his curiosity, leaned over the barrier to eavesdrop, behaving in a particularly obscene manner.
Unfortunately, I listened for a long time but still couldn't understand anything.
The driver thought about it and reached out to knock on the fender.
After a while, the baffle fell down.
The driver looked at the third young master's two red and symmetrical ears with an expressionless face and gave him a serious reminder.
"Master, the young lady has arrived at school."
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