Reborn as a wealthy family, Young Master Zhan lay down obediently

Chapter 265 I Will Not Help You Anymore

"Am I crazy?" Su Xiaomei's smile became brighter and brighter, "It turns out that I am like this, in your eyes, Second Senior Brother, I am crazy."

Zhao Baokun became more and more impatient: "Are you going or not? Huili hasn't come down to eat yet. Do you want her to work hungry?"

"She didn't eat, Second Senior Brother, do you feel distressed?"

Zhao Baokun pushed the bowls and chopsticks in front of him: "Enough is enough. Don't mess around, it will kill yourself instead."

"Actually, you want me to die immediately, so that no one will hinder you and your Huili..."

Pa~~ Another slap mercilessly hit her face.

Su Xiaomei stared straight at Zhao Baokun as if she couldn't feel the pain.

This man, she has loved for half her life...

But he trampled on her dignity again and again.

"What kind of eyes do you have!" Zhao Baokun yelled at Su Xiaomei without any guilt after slapping Su Xiaomei twice in a row.

Su Xiaomei's heart went cold.

She had seen yesterday what kind of life the elder brother lived.

At that time, Zhao Baokun said that even if the big brother didn't participate in the competition, at least he would take care of his food and drink, and he could even marry a wife with a good house and have a baby or two.

She believed it naively, or at that time, at that time, she didn't dare to think about it elsewhere.

An Ranran was right. She also vaguely knew about Zhao Baokun's rivalry with the elder brother, but at that time, she felt that since Zhao Baokun chose to hide it from her, she should not ask any more questions. He is her husband. The hope of her life's happiness.

Yesterday, she breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that the master was intact, but she didn't know that Zhao Baokun actually picked on his Tesuji, what would happen if a tailor or a designer lost his hands, others don't know, how could she Not sure.

She didn't even dare to think about how much the elder brother had suffered in these years.

Yesterday, when An Ranran asked for money, she even breathed a sigh of relief. If she could give big brother a sum of money, it might alleviate the guilt in her heart.

But she never expected that this money would become an inducement to push her to hell.

Hehe, it's okay to go to hell.

Su Xiaomei suddenly had such an idea.

For the first time, she showed Zhao Baokun a sarcastic smile: "I am able to have today, indeed I did it myself. Zhao Baokun, I wish you and your good apprentice a happy marriage for a hundred years."

After finishing speaking, Su Xiaomei walked outside.

Zhao Baokun frowned: "Where are you going!"

"Anywhere is good, no matter where it is, it's better than being with you."

Zhao Baokun looked at Su Xiaomei, who didn't even have a bag in her hand, and sat down coldly: "Okay, you can leave if you want, but I will tell you in advance, if you dare to spoil Huili's competition this time, I will never forgive you!"

Su Xiaomei gave a cold laugh, then walked out of the door with a straight body.

There are people coming and going on the street, the world is obviously lively, but why does she feel alone.

Su Xiaomei stood on the street for a while, then walked towards the bank.

After following Zhao Baokun for so many years, no matter how silly and sweet the character is, he will have some thoughts, right?

Just when Su Xiaomei was kicked out of the house, Song Mingzheng quarreled with An Ranran with a dark face: "Why did this photo appear in the newspaper?"

An Ranran replied disapprovingly: "Because only when it is published in the newspaper, the opponent will be afraid, so they won't trip us up during the competition!"

"An Ranran, are you willing to do anything to win the game?"

An Ranran looked at him: "I won't do anything that violates the law and common sense!"

Song Ming knew that An Ranran's words were referring to Su Xiaomei persuading him to withdraw from the competition, but he just didn't expect An Ranran to be such a tough girl.

"Then you should tell me, too?"

"I don't say it because I know you will definitely not agree. And things have proved that my judgment is correct."

"An Ranran, you... really pissed me off!"

Song Ming's heaving chest made An Ranran feel a little bit unbearable. She put away her sharp edge and said softly to Song Ming: "Master, I know that I made you angry. But, I just think that your Junior sister, you are not a good person."

"An Ranran!" Song Ming's voice suddenly became sharp, "I don't need you, a junior, to take care of my affairs!"

An Ranran pursed her lips, looked up at Song Ming: "Master, I am doing it for your own good."

Song Ming's face turned black: "Then I really thank you."

Most people have an untouchable corner in their hearts, and Song Ming's corner is her little junior sister.

He loves her and protects her, and is willing to humble himself into a speck of dust for her.

But now, An Ranran moved her.

Song Ming looked at An Ranran angrily.

An Ranran's eyes intertwined with his without flinching.

A few minutes later, Song Ming suddenly piled the newspapers in his hands forward: "Okay, you can manage it as you like, but, let me tell you the truth, this time you can go to the competition according to your own ability."

"Master!"

"I'm not your master!" Song Ming slapped the newspaper on the table, got up and sat on the bed, then lay down on it, and closed his eyes.

An Ranran looked at him silently for a while, wanting to beg him softly, but felt that begging would not be effective at this time.

He simply didn't bother to make that effort, and directly took the issue that he was going to discuss with Song Ming just now, and started to study it by himself.

In the room, there are two masters and apprentices, one lying down and the other sitting, thinking about their own things.

Just when An Ranran thought that after a long time, the master would naturally figure it out.Song Ming sat up from the bed suddenly, and started to pack his things as soon as he got up.

An Ranran froze for a moment: "Master, what are you going to do?"

"Walk."

"But... why?"

"What do you say? All right, don't say it anymore, I know you are eloquent! Don't say anything. I don't want to pursue this matter, no matter who is right or wrong, but I will tell you in advance Clearly, I will not help you in this match. There is not much time left, so please do it yourself."

As he spoke, his things were almost packed.

All the luggage and items are here, and his own things are the box he brought when he came here, and it will be OK after a little tidying up.

Seeing him go out with his things without hesitation, An Ranran frowned silently.

Song Ming is a stubborn person, and she knows it best.

It was impossible for him to listen to anyone's opinions before he figured it out himself.What a headache!

(End of this chapter)