Chapter 27 (Edited) It would be great if Qiao Yanxin could be invited back
Song Yunting stamped his feet in anger and said helplessly: "I'm just telling the truth, why are you crying?"
Shen Qingning felt like she was on a roller coaster today. Sometimes she was excited and proud, and sometimes she was ashamed and depressed. Her psychological defenses had long since collapsed.
Shame, anger, resentment... thousands of negative emotions surged into her heart, and her tears flowed like a flood that broke through a dam and she couldn't stop them.
As soon as she cried, Song Yunting softened his heart, but the two of them stood in the busy campus, and he couldn't make any intimate gestures to comfort her, so he could only say softly: "Qing Ning, don't cry, it's all my fault, I spoke too harshly, I'm sorry.
I just feel embarrassed that I had to go to the police station today because of money issues. I hope you can understand my feelings. ”
Seeing that he sincerely admitted his mistake, Shen Qingning wiped away her tears and said, "It's all the fault of that damn Qiao Yanxin. I think she lost the money on purpose.
She is just jealous that you are nice to me. Humph, I hate her so much!
Yunting, you must make her compensate you, you can't just let it go like this. ”
Song Yunting nodded and pretended to be calm and said, "Don't worry, she still lives in my house. I dare not not compensate her. Just wait and see how I will deal with her when I go back!"
As usual, Song Yunting sent Shen Qingning home first before walking back to his own home.
Zhou Huifang shouted at the top of her voice: "Why did you come back just now? What time is it?"
Song Yunting ignored her, threw his schoolbag on the stool and went into the kitchen.
He hadn't eaten lunch and was already starving.
When he opened the lid of the pot, he saw half a pot of sorghum porridge cooking in it and half a black steamed bun on the steamer. He was immediately furious.
"Mom, why porridge with black steamed buns again? You can eat it, but I can't!"
Having said that, he still filled a large bowl of porridge, broke the half black steamed bun into pieces and soaked it in the porridge, then gobbled it up.
Zhou Huifang blew out two streams of cold air from her nostrils: "This is the condition of our house. If you dislike it, get out!"
Song Yunting: “…”
At this time, Song Chun'e retorted in a hoarse voice: "When Qiao Yanxin was still here, she bought us meat and buns every day. Now that Qiao Yanxin is gone, our family's life has returned to the old society!"
Song Yunting said bitterly: "Don't mention her to me!"
Although he hated Qiao Yanxin in his heart, he also missed the time when Qiao Yanxin lived in their home.
At that time, she bought him all kinds of delicious food every day, so much so that he got tired of eating meat buns for a while.
Song Chun'e stuck out her tongue, made a face, and said, "Brother, when you finish your meal, tell Xiaotao and me about math problems."
Song Yunting said unhappily, "Go away. I'm busy with my own affairs, so how can I care about your trivial matters?"
"Qiao Yanxin used to explain math problems to me and Xiaotao every day, and she never got impatient!"
Song Yunting retorted irritably: "Since she is so nice, why don't you go find her?"
Zhou Huifang also sighed: "Although Qiao Yanxin is annoying, she is indeed hardworking. When she was around, she was responsible for cooking and washing pots and dishes...
Yunting, go wash the dishes. ”
Song Yunting ignored him and went back to his room with a sullen face.
Zhou Huifang chased after him and cursed: "Forget about being lazy, you are far worse than Qiao Yanxin..."
Song Yunting kept thinking about the 305 yuan and was absent-minded when doing his homework.
He knew that the family's money was hidden in the chest of drawers in the room where his parents slept.
Song Yunting poked his head out and looked through the crack in the door. The yard was empty. Song Xiaotao and Song Chun'e were doing their homework in the room.
There was a lot of clanging in the kitchen. His mother must be washing pots and dishes. These days, after his day shift, his father has to work the night shift for others and doesn't come back until ten o'clock at night in order to earn more money.
Song Yunting sneaked into his parents' room, took out the key from under Zhou Huifang's pillow, opened the chest of drawers,
I took out a small iron box from the bottom drawer. When I opened it, I found about 800 yuan and a few food coupons in the box.
Of the 800 yuan, more than 500 yuan was living expenses that Qiao Yanxin gave to Zhou Huifang.
Song Yunting carefully took out three hundred and ten yuan, quickly stuffed it into his pocket, hurriedly closed the box, and put it back in place.
At this time, he heard Zhou Huifang cough under the window. He knew that his mother had washed the dishes and was about to go back to her room to rest.
Song Yunting hurriedly locked the door again and had just put the key under the pillow when Zhou Huifang came in.
She looked at Song Yunting suspiciously and asked, "Why are you coming to my room instead of doing your homework?"
Song Yunting looked at Zhou Huifang calmly.
"Mom, I heard that you can make money by folding paper boxes. Can you help me make some paper boxes? I want to make money and reduce the burden on you and my dad."
Zhou Huifang tugged at Song Yunting's jacket and said, "Your clothes are nice. Was it bought by that silly girl Qiao Yanxin?"
Although Song Yunting didn't say anything, Zhou Huifang was still certain that she had guessed correctly. She pinched Song Yunting's cheek and said, "Son, have you become stupid from studying too much?
When Qiao Yanxin's father died, he left her so much money.
She is obsessed with you, why don't you try to get some money from her?
Why would you need to make money by pasting paper boxes?
Besides, how much money can you make by pasting paper boxes all night? ”
When mentioning Qiao Yanxin, Song Yunting could no longer suppress the hatred and anger in his heart, and he said in a rough voice: "Do you think Qiao Yanxin is a good person?
She had already been bewitched by the son of the Ji family!
You no longer have me in your eyes!
Besides, I have hands and feet, why should I spend her money and be looked down upon! ”
Zhou Huifang's eyes widened, and after a long while she said, "What did you say? Did the guy named Ji take Qiao Yanxin away from you?
Why should he do that?
Yun Ting, you can't just sit there and wait for death. Go and snatch Qiao Yanxin back tomorrow, and then kick her out after you've squeezed all her money out of her! ”
Song Yunting glared at Zhou Huifang and angrily said, "What do you think of your son?
A gigolo?
A gigolo?
Since you think Qiao Yan is a good person, why do you make things difficult for her and drive her out of the house? ”
Zhou Huifang: "She wanted to leave on her own. I couldn't stop her. How can it be said that I drove her away?"
Song Yunting said with a sullen face, "Anyway, you find a way to get me some paper boxes. If you can't, I'll go pull a cart to deliver coal after school. Anyway, I will never let Qiao Yanxin look down on me!"
Song Yunting turned and left the room. He held his breath and slammed the door loudly.
Song Xiaotao yelled at the top of her voice: "Brother, stop slamming the door and come and show me my homework."
"I'm still busy, how can I care about you?"
Song Xiaotao muttered, "If Qiao Yanxin was here, she would definitely help me with my homework. Brother, you are not even as good as Qiao Yanxin!"
Zhou Huifang was still digesting the news that Qiao Yanxin had been taken away by someone.
She now regrets why she didn't keep Qiao Yanxin that day.
If Qiao Yanxin was still at home, she wouldn't have to rush home as soon as she got off work and hurry back to cook.
Song Yunting doesn't have to paste paper boxes for a few dollars...
It would be great if we could invite Qiao Yanxin back.
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