Chapter 48: The Third Sister is Furious, and the School is in Trouble



When Song Qiqi heard this familiar voice, she burst into tears immediately.

She vented all the grievances she had suffered.

Han Zemu frowned at her, his fingers clenched unconsciously, "What's wrong with you?"

He squatted down.

The paintings in his hands were all of Song Qiqi. One of them was when the two first met. Song Qiqi was leaning on the ground with his elbows, looking up with a stubborn expression and firm eyes looking at An Qi.

There is another one just now, where Song Qiqi hugged her knees and lowered her head with a firm look in her eyes.

Both paintings are shrouded in pity, but the protagonist Song Qiqi has never been afraid.

Han Zemu was attracted by the radiance of Song Qiqi.

Song Qiqi cried for a long time, wiped the tears from her face, and said, "Do you know that the confession wall is full of rumors about us?"

"I clearly don't know them at all, so why are there such strong malice towards a stranger? It's just a photo of them walking together, how could it be misinterpreted like this? Why do people believe what the poster said? Why are there no voices questioning it?"

Han Zemu's eyes became deep and terrifying.

He took out his cell phone.

A few minutes later, Song Qiqi felt the terrible air pressure from Han Zemu.

"I will give you an explanation for this matter. It was my negligence."

When Han Zemu heard Song Qiqi's voice in the equipment room, his first reaction was joy.

He was happy to see her and was willing to get close to her.

So when I walked out of the equipment room, I forgot that I couldn't appear at the same time as her.

He knows best how terrifying the human heart is.

"What have you done wrong? They are disgusting." Song Qiqi tried to enlighten him instead.

Han Zemu shook his head. "Do you want to go home now? I'll take you back."

Song Qiqi frowned and put the grievance behind her.

"The gate is closed now and we can't get out."

Han Zemu curled his lips and said, "I have a way."

After that, he pulled Song Qiqi to the bottom of the wall and said, "Climb out from here, I'll help you."

The wall is two meters high and has glass on top to prevent students from skipping classes.

Song Qiqi felt unsafe just by looking at it.

But before she could say anything, Han Zemu had already climbed up, "Come."

Han Zemu was 1.8 meters tall. His outstretched hand was slender and handsome, with fine scratches and blood on it. Song Qiqi couldn't help but touch it.

The next second, Song Qiqi was pulled into the air.

Han Zemu brought her to the wall without any effort and protected her carefully, not letting her touch the glass shards on it.

"I'll carry you down."

Pressing against Han Zemu's chest, Song Qiqi felt her heart beating faster.

She suddenly remembered what her younger sister had said about her own ending.

She would have secret meetings with young boys, and eventually she got pregnant and had an abortion at a black clinic, leaving her disabled.

However, blonde hair does not fall into the category of yellow hair.

It should be.

Song Qiqi secretly glanced at Han Zemu's profile.

It was afternoon, and the golden light was shining everywhere. The hair on Han Zemu's already pale face was even more visible. There was always a rebellious yet not rebellious light in his eyes.

Song Qiqi couldn't understand it.

However, she also hopes to have such light in her eyes.

Han Zemu let out a muffled groan as he jumped down from the two-meter-high wall.

"I'll take you home. By the way, how are your family treating you?" Han Zemu held Song Qiqi's hand, and the two of them walked towards the light, their steps in unison, leisurely and cheerful.

"Very good, I love them very much!" Song Qiqi was happy when talking about her sisters.

Hearing this, Han Zemu turned his head to look at her, a smile on his lips, "Then you must tell them about this. Don't bury it in your heart, and don't carry it alone."

Song Qiqi nodded heavily, then seemed to be thinking about something.

“What if the relationship isn’t good?”

Han Zemu said calmly, "Don't say anything. Just be yourself. Talking will only make the situation worse. Family members' lack of understanding is the most fatal."

Song Qiqi looked at him with heartache in her eyes.

......

Entering an old and dilapidated residential area.

Song Qiqi glanced at the aunties sitting under the big locust tree.

"Hey, Qiqi, isn't it time for class now? Why are you back?" Aunt Sun saw her blurt out, and the next second she covered her mouth to explain, "I didn't mean anything else, I just care."

Song Qiqi retracted her cold gaze and ignored them.

After the two walked away, an old lady patted Aunt Sun's hand and said, "That boy with yellow hair doesn't look like a good person. I heard that many girls become particularly rebellious and easily go astray at this age. I hope Qiqi won't learn bad habits from him."

The aunties were talking to each other.

Only Aunt Sun lowered her head, deep in thought. The next second, she suddenly shouted, "Alright, stop talking. Does she still want to maintain her reputation? You keep chattering away. What a shame, you gossip-monger!"

Several aunts were startled and looked at each other, sending each other the same eye message.

[She is the one who usually talks the most. What right does she have to criticize us?]

[Yes, did I take the wrong explosives? Or is menopause coming again?]

The aunties withdrew their gazes, looking unhappy.

downstairs.

"Why don't you come to my house and play? My little sister is so cute." Song Qiqi promoted her little sister to Han Zemu with a smile on her face.

Han Zemu tilted his head, his expression meaningful, his deep eyes staring at her.

"No, I have something else to do."

After saying that, he turned around, took a few steps, and then turned his face sideways, saying quietly: "In the future, be wary of the opposite sex, and don't invite them to your house. Men think differently than you do."

"ah?"

Song Qiqi stared at his receding back, confused.

When I got home, Song Shanshan was catching up on her sleep on the sofa.

Song Xiner sat on the mat, playing with magnetic tiles by herself, having a lot of fun.

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