Come To the Question

The sight was dazzling and scorching, when Chu Fengqiu looked back, Ai Lan had already looked away.

Their eyes met briefly in mid-air, and Ai Lan took the lead to move away.

Chu Fengqiu wondered where this girl's hostility came from.

She remembered that they didn't know each other before, and they only met for the second time. There should be no place to provoke this girl.

Song Man was completely unaware of the eyes of the two people behind him, but felt a little sorry for Chu Fengqiu.

"There's still an exam in the afternoon. I wanted to come out and have a meal together. Now let's deal with the injury of the two of you. I'm really sorry."

Song Man reached out and stopped a taxi, looking at Chu Fengqiu with a very apologetic expression.

"fine."

Chu Fengqiu shook his head.

"Tsk, Chu Fengqiu, are you always so calm, you can say two words but not three words?"

Song Man let Chu Fengqiu sit in, and pointed to the front seat to Ai Lan.

"got used to."

Chu Fengqiu mainly felt that there was nothing to say.

"where to?"

The driver asked.

"Sister Man, go to my place, just eat lunch before leaving. Isn't there an exam in the afternoon?"

Ailan opened her mouth and turned her head to look at Song Man. The half of her face that turned around was a little red and swollen, looking rather pitiful.

"Row."

Song Man originally wanted to say that he was going home, so that's fine.

Ailan reported the address and touched his face.

Song Man was looking at Chu Fengqiu's hand. The originally white wrist looked a bit miserable now, and the man's hand was really strong.

Song Man was a little embarrassed, after all, Chu Fengqiu, in his opinion, was a good boy who had never fought at all, but only studied, a campus goddess, and he suffered such an innocent disaster.

"Does it hurt?"

"fine."

It was really okay, the wrist was really painful at the time, but now it's just a slight tingling, as long as you don't touch it, it's fine.

"Fortunately, it hurts the wrist, not the fingers."

The place where Chu Fengqiu was pulled by the man was his right hand. If his fingers were injured, it would be a bad thing. How would he take the exam in the afternoon.

Chu Fengqiu looked at his red and swollen wrist and touched it with his fingers.

Song Man lowered his head and typed on his mobile phone, asking her if Uncle Kang had been caught.

Uncle Chong is her mother's good friend and the chief of the police department.

This kind of good friend is not as good as it seems. According to her mother and her uncle, the two grew up in a compound with bare bottoms. This was firmly denied by her mother, Ms. Song Zici, because she would not Wear open crotch pants.

Wearing open-crotch pants is second, and the key point is that the two of them played together until they grew up, and they were childhood sweethearts.

Uncle Kang also told her that he had a crush on her mother, but with the way of education of Song's parents, her mother successfully became a straight girl of steel, and she had a strong desire to control. Uncle Kang seemed to be a strong man with five big and three thick, and her mother With the same hot temper, the couple naturally failed, and the brotherhood became deeper.

So Uncle Kang loves her and Song Qinglan very much, and has the best relationship with her.

It was also because of this that Song Man bothered him like this.

Uncle Kang sent a message to say that he was caught and was detaining him to investigate the matter.

Song Man gave a brief overview of what happened. Although they couldn't be accused of human trafficking, they could still spend a few days fighting and fighting.

Qingtian dared to drag him away in the daytime, he simply defied the law, he should have been dragged away by politics and laws.

Ailan's house arrived soon. When Ailan was about to give the money, she was stopped by Song Man and paid first.

"Miss Man."

Ai Lan's expression was a little helpless.

"Small things."

Song Man closed the door and watched the taxi drive away.

"You don't have to be so polite to me."

Alan said softly.

"You don't have to be so polite to me, let's go, go to your house, do you have ice cubes in your house?"

Song Man grabbed Ai Lan's shoulders and patted her hair.

"have."

Ai Lan laughed, involving the wound on her face, she couldn't help covering her face with her hands, but the smile on her face did not diminish.

Chu Fengqiu followed behind them and looked away from Song Man holding Ai Lan's hand.

Ailan's family is in an old community. The house is not big, and the furniture has an old-fashioned atmosphere, but it looks clean and tidy.

"The ice cubes are in the refrigerator. Sister Man, sit down and I'll get them."

"Hey, you are injured, sit down, Chu Fengqiu, you are also sitting, can you drink water?"

"No need, I'm not thirsty."

Chu Fengqiu responded.

"I'll pour her a glass. After all, she's a guest, and there is only boiled water at home, don't you mind?"

Ailan went to get the paper cup and looked at Chu Fengqiu.

"I don't mind, thank you."

Chu Fengqiu felt Ailan's rejection and didn't care.

Song Man took out the ice tray from the refrigerator, poured the ice cubes into the bag, went to the bathroom and wrapped it in a towel, gave one to Chu Fengqiu and the other in his hand.

For bruises caused by such trauma, it is best to apply cold compresses within 24 hours, which can reduce swelling and relieve pain.

Chu Fengqiu took an ice pack wrapped in a dry towel and circled his right wrist, looking at Song Man.

Song Man stood in front of Ai Lan with an ice pack. Ai Lan's face was swollen and it was inconvenient for Song Man to do so.

But... Chu Fengqiu dispelled the strange feeling that had risen in his heart, looked at his wrist, and continued to reduce the swelling.

Song Man saw that Chu Fengqiu was hurting himself, and began to teach his younger brother a lesson.

"Why didn't you tell me, if I hadn't found you today, do you know what would have happened to you?"

Song Man was stern, and criticized unceremoniously.

"Miss Man, I was wrong."

Ai Lan looked at Song Man flatteringly, and tugged at her clothes, telling her not to be angry.

Song Man pressed the ice pack to her face, watching Ailan grinning in pain.

"It hurts, I know it hurts. You should tell me about this incident two days ago, otherwise they wouldn't have the guts to rob people today."

Ailan didn't reply, and was reprimanded in silence.

If it comes again, she may not tell Song Man.

It was the world she didn't want to present to Song Man. It was dirty, ugly, and despicable. It made her feel like her breath was smelling dirty, even though she didn't want that.

Song Man is so good, she is humble enough in front of her, and doesn't want to reveal more so that Song Man can perceive the difference between them.

Ailan has always clearly realized that they are in two worlds.

Even if Song Man was standing in front of her at this moment and talking to her, she felt that there was a crack between them that could not be rejected.

And Song Man didn't notice.

Song Man looked at Ai Lan's low-brows pleasing to the eye, and couldn't speak any more, he could only sigh.

"Anywhere else hurt?"

Song Man asked in a bad tone, but the movements in his hands gave Ailan the slap marks on his face.

"Gone."

"Next time... Forget it... If you have something to tell me, I will help if I can."

Song Man is not blindly enthusiastic. She should cover her younger brother, help as much as she can, and do what she can without violating the bottom line. It just depends on how others want her to help.

"Well, I see."

After Ailan responded, Song Man didn't say anything, and silently rubbed Ailan's face.

Ai Lan looked at Song Man quietly, her fingers twitching the corners of her clothes unconsciously.

Song Man hadn't kneaded Ai Lan for two minutes yet. Chu Fengqiu looked at them and felt a little breathless. She thought it might be because the air was too stuffy for her to sit again, so she stood up and vomited a few times. Na, I feel much better.

There was a wall clock in Ailan's house. Song Man watched Chu Fengqiu stand up and thought she was looking at the wall clock. He also checked the time, and found that it was twelve fifty, and they had to be at school before two ten.

"It's almost a little later, Ai Lan, you are rubbing yourself in the mirror first. Chu Fengqiu and I went out to eat, and then went back to school. We have an exam in the afternoon."

Song Man asked Ai-ran to catch the ice pack and gave Ai-ran a mirror.

"Hey, I'll cook for you now, soon."

Ai Lan stood up and wanted to stop Song Man who was about to go out.

"No need to bother."

The one who spoke was Chu Fengqiu, she was really refreshed now, she didn't feel chest tightness and shortness of breath, and the air instantly became very fresh.

Ailan glanced at her and swallowed the words she almost blurted out.

It's not for this person to eat, what to say.

But Ai Lan knew that Song Man would feel very strange and a little unhappy if she said that.

"Sister Man, I can cook two dishes quickly."

Ai Ran looked at Song Man.

"No more trouble, no more trouble, borrow your towel first, and then buy another one for you. Chu Fengqiu will take it and leave."

Song Man waved his hand and put on his shoes.

Song Man felt that there was no need to bother about this kind of trivial matter. He could go out and solve things by himself.

"goodbye."

Chu Fengqiu said politely and closed the door.

Ai Lan in the door stomped her foot, feeling a little discouraged.

"what do you want to eat?"

"It will be all right."

"You are the wounded, pick one."

"Does this count as an injury?"

Chu Fengqiu was a little funny, but it was really not that serious.

If this happened to Song Man, it wouldn't be serious. It didn't even need ice cubes to reduce the swelling, and it would still bounce around with a little spray, but it was different on Chu Fengqiu.

Song Manzhi thinks that Chu Fengqiu is a girl who is soft and soft and has never fought. After such an accident, he should coax people not to be frightened, although Chu Fengqiu doesn't look like that. It's right to be frightened.

"Well... in short, you can pick one."

Chu Fengqiu casually pointed to a place to eat wooden bucket rice, and Song Man and Chu Fengqiu walked in.

Chu Fengqiu ordered eggplant and bean curd with minced meat, while Song Man ordered sweet and sour pork loin, and he also specifically said to put more tomato sauce.

While eating, Chu Fengqiu watched Song Man feast on his food, and his appetite increased.

Then she discovered something.

"You seem to like sweets?"

Chu Fengqiu recalled that when eating at night, there must be one or two sweet or sweet and sour dishes on the table, and they were placed in front of Song Man.

Whether it is sweet and sour tenderloin, sweet and sour pork ribs, sweet and sour fish, sweet and sour fish, cola, chicken wings, cherry meat, and sweet and sour pork, they are all sweet or sour, and Song Man always eats those dishes.

And the brown sugar water she drank last time was really sweet and greasy, but Song Man said it was fine after drinking it.

Song Man heard the words and glanced at Chu Fengqiu in surprise.

"How could it be, how could I possibly like sweets."

Song Man said so, and stuffed another mouthful of sweet and sour pork loin into his mouth.

"It's clearly sour."

Song Manqiang insisted on reasoning.

She, the school bully, has no emotions, is cool, doesn't need magic wands, and doesn't eat sweets.

The author has something to say: keep busy