As soon as Yu Ya said these words, the expressions of Su Qingrou and others changed slightly, and when they looked at Song Jing, they looked more like they were watching a play with schadenfreude.
"Hello." Song Jing politely stretched out his hand to shake Yu Ya's hand, and quirked the corners of his mouth nicely, looking ruthless and ruthless, "I am Ayan's father."
"Pfft!" A young man next to him burst out laughing uncontrollably, and looked at Song Jing with much more interest.
This little girl can do it. Yu Ya said she was A Yan's fiancée, so she said she was A Yan's father. Isn't this obviously taking advantage of Yu Ya?
Su Qingrou looked at Song Jing and her eyes twitched slightly. She should know that the Ayan mentioned by Yu Ya was Shi Yan, right? She actually dared to take advantage of this. Didn't she know that Shi Yan's parents were taboo to Shi Yan?
, shouldn’t anyone mention it casually?
Yu Ya also didn't expect that Song Jing would be so uneasy about common sense. Her face stiffened for a moment, and the fake and kind smile on her face almost didn't stop.
Song Jing retracted his hand, lowered the faint smile on his lips, and his expression returned to indifference, "Is there anything else?" The implication was that if nothing happened, he would get out of the way, and no good dog would get in his way.
Yu Ya took a breath in her heart, suppressed her anger, and still smiled, "We made an appointment with Ayan to go to the shooting gallery together. Since you are here, why not come together."
"Don't worry. We all have membership cards. When you go to the shooting gallery, the money will be deducted directly from the card and you won't be asked to pay extra."
Yu Ya said, deliberately paused, covered her mouth slightly, and said apologetically: "Song Jing, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say you were poor. I just heard Qingrou say that you seemed to just come from a small town.
Ordinary girls may have never been to a shooting gallery, and may not know these rules, so I just said a few more words. You don't mind, right?"
"Hiss!" Song Jing suddenly raised his forehead and gently pinched his eyebrows with his fingers.
Su Qingrou asked: "Song Jing, what's wrong with you?" Song Jing had already arrived at the Shi family's old house. Is he probably dating Shi Yan again? Now that he suddenly knew that Shi Yan had a fiancée, he felt a lot of pain.
It's exciting, but it's just that it's so strong that it doesn't show on the surface. Could it be that the stimulation is so severe right now that it makes your body uncomfortable?
"I'm allergic to ugly things. Especially when the distance is too close, my hands will be itchy and I can't help but want to slap them." Song Jing put down his hands and looked at Yu Ya with an expression on his face, with an evil look at the end of his eyes, "Yu
Miss, I am acting ill and I want to slap you, you won’t mind, right?”
"How dare you!" Yu Ya was immediately frightened and took several steps back. Wearing high heels, she stepped back too quickly and almost sprained her feet on the bluestone.
Song Jing curled up the corner of his mouth coldly, lowered his eyes, ignored the reactions of several people, and walked forward past them.
Shi Yan's eyes are sick and should be treated as soon as possible. Love comes from the heart, so he can actually like such a woman who puts all her thoughts on her face, and she is still a fiancée, tsk!
Yu Ya was unwilling to give in, "Song Jing, why don't you go to the shooting gallery with us? Are you afraid of stage fright, or are you afraid to face my relationship with Ayan?"
"I know that Ayan seems to treat you a little differently, but after thinking about it, you yourself know that there is a huge difference in your identity. And with an overly gorgeous appearance like yours, not to mention that Ayan is a man and looks a little impulsive.
Even a woman like me will have reverie after seeing it."
"Men, it's nothing to have fun before marriage, let alone a man of Ayan's status. Many women want to crawl into his bed. I'm used to it." Yu Ya said, and pointedly pointed at Su.
He glanced at Qingrou's body.
Su Qingrou's face turned ugly for a moment.
"Song Jing, I won't care about it, let's go have some fun together."
Song Jing stopped and looked back, "Do you really want to have fun that much? OK, when will we set off?"
Yu Ya's eyes quickly flashed with satisfaction, "We will gather at the gate and set off soon."
"Well, wait." Song Jing turned around and continued to look for the kitchen.
The kitchen of Shi's old house was also an independent courtyard. There were servants busy in the kitchen 24 hours a day. Several servants who were washing vegetables were stunned when they saw her walking into the courtyard. One of the maids wiped her hands.
Shang Shui stood up and came to greet him, "Hello, what can I do for you?"
"Hello, is there anything to eat in the kitchen?" Song Jing asked politely, suppressing the anger in his eyes.
"Yes, yes." The maid nodded quickly, "We just made wontons, I'll cook them for you right now."
"Thank you." Song Jing nodded and thanked, without entering the kitchen, he walked to a stone table next to him and sat down.
The maid went into the kitchen to cook wontons for her. Several other servants washing vegetables in the yard were at a loss as to whether they should avoid it or continue to do their own thing.
"You are busy with your business, don't worry about me." Song Jing took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Guan Wei.
[Teacher Guan, I need to take one more day off and go back to school tomorrow.]
Guan Wei was grading her homework when she received the message. She didn't know that Song Jing would not be able to answer the phone right now, so she had no choice but to reply to the message.
[Song Jing, I saw the live broadcast! You are so proud of our country. You stayed up for seven days and seven nights. How is your health? Are you sick? Don't worry, it doesn't matter if you take a few more days off. Keep your spirits up first.
, we are waiting for you to come back.]
When Song Jing saw the news, a smile flashed in his eyes, "Well, thank you, Teacher Guan."
[By the way, Song Jing, there is something I want to tell you. I heard from my uncle that it seems that colleges and universities across the country are going to hold a special recruitment examination, but the specific time for the examination has not been determined yet. If you are not here when the time is determined,
School, I will inform you again. For this kind of special recruitment, the admission quota is usually determined in advance, and there will also be a full scholarship. The teacher thinks that based on your grades, you should enjoy these preferential treatment.]
There are national competitions and national joint examinations every year. This is the first time I have heard of the national special recruitment examination.
【okay, I get it.】
Song Jing didn't pay much attention to the National Special Recruitment Examination. Whether it was a recommended spot or a full scholarship, it didn't matter to her.
She didn't even plan to go to college, but because she agreed to Grandpa Han to go to Beijing University, she had to spend some time to go to college.
But she remembered that Grandpa Han seemed to have said that Beijing University was going to open a new special department. Could it be related to this national special recruitment examination?
"I cooked thirty-six wontons. You eat them first. If there are not enough wontons, I will cook them for you." The maid hesitated for a moment, not knowing what to call Song Jing. She just smiled and put the cooked wontons on her
before.
The wontons made by myself are filled with fresh meat stuffing chopped by themselves. The skin is thin and the filling is big.
"That's enough, thank you." Song Jing put away his phone, lowered his head and started eating.
The maid returned to where she was washing vegetables, exchanged glances with her companions, and couldn't help but whisper: "This little girl is so beautiful. I have never seen such a beautiful little girl with fair skin.
It can shine."
"You must be the eldest lady of some aristocratic family to be able to walk around the house, right?"
"I don't know, I've never seen it before."
After Song Jing finished eating the wontons, he returned the bowl before leaving the kitchen yard. He went back to get his backpack, took off the sweatshirt and jeans he was wearing, threw them directly into the trash can, and replaced them with his own.
After getting a set, I went out and went to the main entrance of Shi's old house.