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Hot water of 100 degrees Celsius was poured on my feet, causing burning pain.

Cheng Jiaoxiao heard the sound and glanced sideways through the window.

Saw nothing.

He hesitated for a second, then raised his feet and walked forward.

The woman squatted under the counter, picked up the hot water bottle with trembling fingers, and hurriedly brought a mop to wipe the floor.

She gritted her teeth and tasted a hint of copper on her tongue.

The old grandma let out an ouch and kept complaining: "What are you doing! Why are you so careless? You are so careless. I hired you to do the work, not to destroy the store."

"Get up, let me wipe!"

third floor.

Cheng Xuran sat for a while, then walked to the bathroom and looked at her plain face in the mirror. She carefully took out her lipstick and put on light makeup.

It seemed that that time when she was standing alone, with her friends gathered around, talking and laughing constantly, and she was standing there awkwardly, he was the only one who noticed her.

There was a knock on the door.

"So polite?" Cheng Xuran opened the door strangely, "Song Yanqing..."

The words stopped.

The other party's eyes were equally surprised when he saw her, mixed with a bit of dark confusion.

"Cheng Xuran."

The tall figure almost blocked the light and shadow.

Song Huaijin's Adam's apple rolled as he called out her name slowly and deeply.

Cheng Xuran took half a step back.

The tone was light.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

"Are you the one who has been in contact with him since returning to Yuncheng?" Song Huaijin walked in and smiled playfully.

Cheng Xuran frowned: "Look for Song Yanqing, he's not here."

"I didn't expect you to be here." Song Huaijin lit a cigarette and looked up at her.

Song Huaijin met Cheng Xuran for the first time.

It was at Cheng Xuran's house.

That day he was sitting in the study, talking to Cheng's father.

At dusk, the long streets and lanes.

The girl was wearing a black and white school uniform with a high ponytail. She was clean and thin, with a bare face, and walked out with her schoolbag on her back.

Behind him was a tall young man with a nonchalant look on his face. He sends her home.

"Mr. Song——"

At that time, Cheng's father was serving tea, his face was pale and trembling.

"Can I..."

the second time.

It's the parent-teacher conference of No. 3 Middle School.

At that time, Song Qishan and Ms. Jiang were both abroad, and it was Song Huaijin who came here for Song Yanqing.

He remembered that girl.

When he stood next to Song Yanqing, his eyebrows were gentle and soft, and there was a white hairpin in his hair.

He silently discerned all her little thoughts.

What was even more interesting was the way Song Yanqing looked at her.

Song Huaijin never owned anything of her own.

Everyone is telling him——

Everything around him is Song Yanqing.

So who is he?

Could it be that he could only be willing to be a stepping stone for Song Yanqing in this life, just because of that bullshit blood relationship?

Father Cheng is an honest, loyal and easy-to-use person.

His daughter is quite interesting.

At least during that winter vacation, Song Huaijin deliberately approached Cheng Xuran. How simple can a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl be?

But he discovered it unexpectedly.

This girl is not easy to deceive.

"You shouldn't come back with him." Song Huaijin leaned against the window and spoke, curling her fingers to flick the ashes of her cigarette.

"This has nothing to do with you." Cheng Xuran said quietly.

Song Huaijin sneered, her tone unclear: "You don't mind, do you?"

Cheng Xuran pursed her lips, feeling really repelled.

She had never been close to Song Huaijin.

When we first met, we didn't know he was Song Yanqing's brother.

Or because her parents were working one weekend, she was supposed to go to Cheng Jiaoxiao's house to do her homework. Cheng Jiaoxiao had no one at home, so he went out to have sex and pushed her to Song Yanqing.