Quick Transmigration: So the Green Tea Sister Stole the Male Lead

Cen Fang, who had just washed his hands, sensed the strange atmosphere as soon as he came out. He asked in bewilderment, "What's wrong? Has someone died?"

It's so solemn, I thought I was attending someone's funeral.

Gu Yibo said irritably, "I'm about to die."

Bai He finally stood up, unable to bear the humiliation any longer: "Since Gu dislikes me so much, I'll leave. President Si, I won't contact you privately anymore. We can discuss anything in the student council office."

She turned to leave, silently counting a few numbers in her mind.

"etc."

Sure enough, someone called out to her.

Bai He had thought it would be Si Wu who would keep her, but it was Gu Yibo who spoke up.

Bai He turned her head away, stubbornly holding back the tears that were about to spill from her eyes again.

Gu Yibo irritably brushed his hair back: "Go to the dressing room and change your clothes."

Bai He laughed mockingly and sadly, "Didn't you just complain that it was dirty? I thought Young Master Gu wouldn't want this dress anymore."

"I don't want it anymore, and I can't give it to you."

Gu Yibo replied matter-of-factly, "Who knows what you'll do with it?"

Bai He was humiliated again, but she did not fully believe it.

She had encountered this kind of guy in her high school before. He would lend her a handkerchief, throw it into the trash can in front of her after she returned it, and then pick it up from the clean trash can after she left.

Gu Yibo is now asking her for her T-shirt back, and she thinks he has the same motive.

Bai He went to the changing room to change back into her soaking wet school uniform, then left the villa with her head held high.

Gu Yibo looked at the T-shirt that was broken and could never be worn again, and tears gradually welled up in his eyes.

He doesn't want to wear clothes that other women have worn, even if he washes and puts them away neatly. They still bear the marks of other women, and he doesn't even want to put them in the closet.

Gu Yibo looked at You Fu with teary eyes: "I didn't mean to, please don't hate me."

Large tears welled up from his azure eyes, soaking Gu Yibo's handsome face.

Yu Fu crossed her legs, and Cen Fang, who was sitting opposite her, saw something white flash by.

"I'm not an unreasonable person."

Yu Fu was slightly taken aback by Gu Yibo's sudden outburst of tears. "I know it's not your fault. We can just buy another dress."

Gu Yibo's eyes immediately lit up, and he cried while wagging a non-existent tail:

"Will you buy me more? Fu Bao, you're so kind."

Without thinking, a name I hadn't used in years slipped out.

Cen Fang feigned disgust: "How disgusting! Show some respect to your brother Fang."

Gu Yibo was actually embarrassed, but on the surface he was domineering and arrogant: "Mind your own business! I'm going to call you Fubao Fubao."

This title inevitably evokes memories of a long time ago, when they were all still children.

At first, Yuf was a stranger to everyone. She was taken by her mother to live alone in the Hullington villa area, which was full of local aristocratic privileges.

The residents of Hullington were all prominent families, which made the widow and her child seem particularly strange.

However, the bullying incidents depicted in the TV series could not possibly happen in Hearlington.

The people living here are all shrewd and intelligent. Even if they don't think Yuf and her daughter are worth befriending, they won't actively make enemies. What if they have powerful figures backing them up?

Yu Fu's mother, Yu Yirou, was a great beauty, so some people speculated that she might be the mistress of some high-ranking official, and that Yu Fu was a hidden illegitimate child.

At the time, Yuf was only six years old and knew nothing of the suspicions behind the adults' actions, but she could already see the sorrow that lingered in her mother's eyes all year round.

My mother is frail and unable to work; she also gets sick easily when the seasons change.

Nevertheless, her mother provided little Yuf with a comfortable life and plenty of love.

Every clear night, Yuf would snuggle in her mother Xiangxiang's arms and sit in the garden watching the stars.

Her mother gently recited the names of the constellations, and her slender fingertips taught her to identify the shapes of the galaxies.

Yuf looked up at her mother's beautiful, thin face, and in those gentle yet weary eyes, she once again recognized her mother's tenderness and vulnerability.

Little Yuf watched TV and said that a family consists of a father, a mother, and a baby. The father is the pillar of the family and will protect the mother and the baby.

But she doesn't have a father at home, so it's her turn to protect her mother.

But how can she protect her mother from harm forever?

Yuf sat seriously in front of the television, lost in thought, her short legs barely touching the ground, her feet dangling in the air.

The TV drama channel is currently airing a melodramatic family drama. The arrogant brother-in-law shoves the female lead, who has suffered for a hundred episodes, to the ground and laughs arrogantly: "You'll have to serve our whole family for the rest of your life. Want a divorce? Our family's connections will make you regret it."

Connections.

Yuf caught the word.

Although she's still too young to protect her mother, she can learn from what she sees on TV: using someone else's strength against them. Having connections should help ease her mother's grief and prevent her from waking up in the middle of the night like a frightened bird.

Yes, she wants to expand her network.

Of course, Yuf doesn't want to become like that man in the TV series, with his ugly smile and unpleasant voice.

She's not greedy; she just needs a little bit of connections.

Yuf is a very proactive child, and she immediately decided to make connections in the community.

The day she moved in, her mother told her that there were many powerful people living in the neighborhood, and her mother told her to be careful not to bump into other children.

Yuf knew that her mother was saying this because she was thinking of her.

When her mother said this, her eyes were full of pity and guilt, as if she were apologizing to her.

The mother said she was sorry, as she couldn't be a source of support for her child like other mothers, and could only ask the child to be patient.

Yuf didn't understand. She just touched her mother's fluttering eyelashes and kissed her mother's face with a smile: "Baby loves Mommy. Mommy is a million times better than other mothers."

For six-year-old Yuf, one million is the largest number in the world. Although she knows the unit of one hundred million, saying one million sounds particularly impressive.

In order to expand her network, Yuf secretly went to the children's playground in the villa area for the first time without her mother's knowledge, while her mother was taking a nap.

The children's play facilities in Hearlington are very comprehensive and luxurious, and are free to all residents' children.

At 3 p.m., the children's playground was bustling with activity.

Yuf observed secretly for a while and found that a few children were special, and the other children around them seemed to be moving around them.

When they show interest in a particular facility, the other children will let them play first.

Yu Fu stared at it for a long time, so long that He Qingsong felt a chill run down his spine and almost couldn't resist grabbing the little mouse.

Before He Qingsong's patience ran out, Youfu made a move.

She ran towards He Qingsong, wearing delicate little sandals adorned with rhinestones.

She had carefully observed that among all the children with "power," He Qingsong was the most beautiful.

So Yuf launched herself like a cannonball, tightly hugging He Qingsong's waist:

"Does Gegeni want a wife?"

He Qingsong was caught off guard by the sudden soft little cannonball, and his whole body stiffened.

Yuf continued to promote herself: "How about I become your child bride?"

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Mom's reflection today: Let the kids watch less TV.