Song Xun looked as if he was ready to die, which frightened the security guards next to him to death.

That’s Mr. Tan’s car!

If this brat were to rush in and offend Mr. Tan, their jobs would probably be lost.

Before Song Xun had time to rush out, several security guards quickly took out their batons to warn, and stopped in front of him: "Hey, hey, hey! Don't act recklessly!"

Song Xun had lost his mind and even wanted to fight with several security guards.

"Song Xun!"

Song Mi quickly grabbed his younger brother, fearing that he would be accidentally injured by some security guards, "Follow me home first, and we'll talk about it later!"

Song Xun was still shouting: "Let me ask clearly, let me go!"

Song Mi: "..."

Song Mi didn't know where he got the strength. He pulled Song Xun's arm with all his strength and walked towards the side of the road.

Song Xun didn't forget to look back again and again to remember the license plate number of the luxury car.

ferry k99999

Good, he remembered.

It wasn't until he was far away from the gate of Yunshui Bay that Song Mi let go of Song Xun on the roadside and frowned: "What happened to you today? You followed me here and made trouble again?"

Song Xunhui was very confident: "If I don't follow you, and I still can't find out about this, are you planning to hide it from the whole family?"

"I never thought about hiding it from anyone." Song Mi explained, "It's just that the matter was only settled today. I can't talk about it until it's confirmed."

"..."

There were thin beads of sweat on Song Xun's forehead, and the boy's heat was very strong. He took a slight breath and asked: "So you really think that such a pie will hit you, right?"

Song Mi didn't know how to convince his brother for a while, so he had to take out his cell phone.

I want to navigate to see where the nearest bus station is nearby.

Song Xun glanced at her mobile phone and said in a strange tone: "I called you to ask you to come out, but you still hung up on me, and you still turned off the phone. Are you being poisoned?"

Song Mi stopped talking, sighed and ignored him, lowered his head and opened a certain navigation software.

Search for nearby bus stops.

The nearest bus station is 15 kilometers away.

It takes about fifteen minutes to walk.

Song Mi: "There is a bus stop ahead, let's walk there."

After saying that, he lifted his feet and walked forward first.

Song Xun stood there with his waist in his arms, still looking angry, looking at his sister's back in front of him, he was so angry that he had to follow her, and kept muttering to himself.

"Did you hear what I just told you?"

"I won't agree to it anyway."

"Next time I meet that guy driving a Bentley with a serial number, I'm going to give him a fucking punch."

Song Mi: "?"

She stopped suddenly and turned around, "Don't mess around."

"Why?"

"I have already signed a contract with him."

Song Xun clenched his cheeks, pressed the tip of his tongue against the wall of his mouth, and laughed angrily: "Then I should give him a punch, he deserves it."

Under the sun.

The two siblings stood face to face.

Song Mi said: "Don't worry about it, little brat."

Every word she said was throwing thunder into Song Xun's minefield.

Song Xun laughed again: "My little brat?"

He took a step forward, stood very close to his sister, and compared their heights with his hands, "Did you see that I am so much taller than you? You are the little brat who was deceived by others."

Song Mi suddenly realized for a moment, when did his brother become so tall?

Standing in front of her, he was more than half a head taller.

About the same height as Tan Nishizawa.

"Hey!" The young man's eyebrows were sharp, and he lowered his face in a nonchalant manner, staring directly at Song Mi, "Can you stop treating me like a child, and also cancel that bullshit contract you signed."

"..."

That's impossible.

Who knows how hard it was for her to negotiate the contract with Xize.

Knowing that he couldn't explain it to his brother, Song Mi began to avoid the question, turned around and continued walking forward, saying as he walked: "You don't understand."

"What is it that I don't understand?"

Song Xun immediately raised his heels and followed her, and continued behind her, "Didn't you eat enough mooncakes for the Mid-Autumn Festival, and you want to eat the big cakes painted by men?"

Song Mi: "..."

Nothing and nothing.

My younger brother is a good middle school student.

Out of helplessness, Song Mi had to explain the complete contents of the contract to Song Xun on the way to the bus stop.

I just walked to the platform when I finished speaking.

The two of them came under the awning of the platform, and no one was sitting on the stainless steel bench.

Song Mi sat down in front of the bench and said, "You should understand now, right?"

Who knows, Song Xun was even more confused after hearing this. His expression was full of doubts: "Is there really such a big injustice?"

"..."

"Why do I feel so unreliable..."

A great injustice.

Song Mi got a headache as soon as he heard these three words. He thought of the social-death conversation with Tan Xi Ze, so he quickly said: "Can you please stop making such a big grievance at the same time?"

Song Xun told her directly: "No, he is either a big enemy, or he is plotting evil against you."

Song Mi: "..."

At this time, the bus heading home slowly came this way.

Song Mi stood up and stood on the side of the road, "I'm too lazy to tell you."

Song Xun: "You obviously can't say it."

The bus stopped in front of the siblings.

Song Mi took out his bus card from his bag, swiped it twice after getting on the bus, and signaled to the driver that there was another person behind him.

There were not many people on the bus, only four or five people sitting sparsely.

Song Mi sat down in the second to last row, leaning against the window.

Song Xun sat down next to her.

Before the bus started, Song Xun continued to talk to her: "Why are you so stupid? If you don't believe it, just ask your best friend, Yang Qian, right? Just ask her."

Song Mi closed his eyes and leaned back, pretending he didn't listen.

There was a slight push on the shoulder, and my brother's voice came to my ears again: "Ask."

Song Mi opened her eyes impatiently, but couldn't resist him, so she had to take out her phone and send Yang Qian a WeChat message.

Song Mi: Qianqian, there is something that my brother and I have a disagreement about, and I want to ask you.

Yang Qian: Ah? Do you still have any questions?

Song Mi:?

Yang Qian: Everything the handsome brother said is right! Oh wow, brother, post!

Yang Qian: Is there a possibility that I will be your future sister-in-law?

Song Xun looked over his face, looked at the content on the screen, and clicked his tongue: "Tell her to be more serious and talk about business."

Song Mi: Be serious.

Yang Qian: I also want to be serious, but your brother is really handsome.

Song Mi: "..."

What's so cool about a rebellious little devil?
To be continued...