The fourth floor was more crowded and noisy than Zheng Zheng's ward, Song Jingqiao greeted Song Miao's room at the nurse's station, and when she pushed the door in, she found that she was the only one in the ward.

There is no Meng He, no He Ling.

"Why are you the only one? Didn't you say that Meng He was also injured?" Song Jingqiao put the half bowl of porridge he had just eaten on the bedside table, a little puzzled.

Song Miao glanced at her dress critically, wrinkled, not at all inappropriate!

"What kind of wind blew your old man's house? Didn't you say that you were going to dig a pit for me? Why did you come here?" Song Miao was angry.

Song Jingqiao was familiar with it: "It's done, I'll take you to see if it's suitable." ”

"You!" Song Miao couldn't argue with her daughter, so she simply shut up wisely and didn't say a word.

"What about Meng He?" Song Jingqiao asked again.

"Discharged! It's not a major injury!" Song Miao was angry when she mentioned this, and her finger unceremoniously poked Song Jingqiao's arm.

"It's not all because of you! If you had come earlier, He Ling wouldn't have that attitude towards me!"

"What attitude?"

"She's looking down on me!"

"What's so strange about that?" Song Jingqiao said innocently: "I also look down on you." ”

Song Miao: "......"

She turned her head away again, and stopped talking.

"Who paid for your hospitalization?" Song Jingqiao looked at it, Song Miao was injured in the arm, as if he had been cut by a knife, and he didn't need to be hospitalized at all to see the injury.

Song Miao snorted coldly, "He Ling, Song Jingqiao, what do you want me to say about you! You don't care about your own mother, who else do you want to care?"

"I have a lot of people to manage. Song Jingqiao's mobile phone rang, and she took out her mobile phone while perfunctory Song Miao to see that it was a text message from Zheng Zhi, asking her to go home and watch Zheng Ze do her homework.

"Who?" Song Miao leaned over curiously, "Is it your stinky man?"

"Don't talk about him like that, he loves to take a bath, it's very fragrant. Song Jingqiao put away his mobile phone, raised his butt and prepared to leave, "You take care of it, if you can't raise it well, call me, my pit can't be in vain." ”

"Song Jingqiao!"

Seeing that she was leaving, Song Miao was anxious, "Why are you going? Go... What are you going to do? I'm telling you, you're not allowed to go!"

"I'm going. Song Jingqiao tilted his head slightly, revealing a contemptuous smile, "He's doing a good job, didn't you hear his voice when you called last night?" ”

"Song Jingqiao!"

Song Miao threw the pillow hysterically, Song Jingqiao was not the one who smashed it, she picked up the pillow in silence, pushed the door and left.

She walked out of the hospital gate, and there was still a gaze locked on her back.

She was more sensitive to this aspect, but after looking back a few times, she couldn't find her target, so she had to leave with doubts.

And after she left, Zheng Qian and Zheng Zheng, who were hiding behind the curtains, showed their battered faces.

"They really ...... Did you hear that clearly? Did she really tell her mother like that?" Zheng Zheng was in a trance, "But doesn't Uncle don't like women and men?" Could it be that this Song Jingqiao is a goblin?"

Zheng Qianmu shook his head with a face, "After kissing your mouth, will the bed be far away?" You should be mentally prepared when the manager of the mountain villa calls in the morning. ”

"But the manager only said that there were two less condoms in the room, not that they used them!" Zheng Zheng collapsed, hugged his head and cried.

"It's over, it's over, it's over! She's sure she's relying on the two of them to be in love, and she's going back to sue me for being black!"

Zheng Qian comforted him: "No, my sister-in-law is very straightforward, and she can usually take revenge on the spot if she has a vengeance, and she will not make small moves behind her back." ”

Zheng Zheng was not comforted at all, and fell asleep crying and crying.

Song Jingqiao didn't know that her conversation with Song Miao was listened to by Zheng Qian, and when she got home, she went to Zheng Ze's room to supervise the child's homework.

The second year of high school is about to rise to the third year, but Zheng Ze still can't even do a range, Song Jingqiao sat next to him and watched for a while, his palms became more and more itchy and unbearable, and he urgently needed to find something to beat.

She patiently asked Zheng Ze, "Did you skip a grade in high school, why can't you do the questions in the first year of high school?"

Zheng Ze shrugged his shoulders and didn't care, "The most important thing in life is to be happy, and I don't have to be admitted to the best university, just be admitted to an ordinary one, don't you have such high requirements for me." ”

"It's not that I have high requirements for you, it's that the university has high requirements for you, Zheng Ze, I can't hide it, I think with your strength, I ......"

"How's it going? It's not a problem to get into college, right?"

"It's not a problem to take the top class in junior high school. Song Jingqiao lowered his face and looked at him expressionlessly, "Or you can repeat the grade." ”

Zheng Ze: Who did "......" insult?

He dared to be angry but didn't dare to speak, and said that Song Jingqiao had a bad temper and a bad personality, which had a burden on the mental health of a high school student like him.

Song Jingqiao listened to it word for word, and his face became even more pale, "I know I have a bad temper, if you really can't bear it, then reflect on yourself, why can others bear it?"

"Because no one else has homework!" Zheng Ze was indignant and started writing homework again.

Although he was not good at studying, he was unexpectedly diligent, and he did two sets of math problems in one afternoon, adding up to 32 points.

Looking at the red crosses on the corrected test papers, Song Jingqiao sincerely persuaded him: "Why don't you drop out of school? Be your young master, don't lower the provincial average score." ”

Zheng Ze: "... If my eldest brother knew that you persuaded me to drop out of school, he would beat you. ”

He was reluctant. Song Jingqiao stood up, "Let's rest for a while, and eat dinner right away." ”

"Don't eat noodles. ”

"Where's instant noodles?"

"Yes. ”

Song Jingqiao went to cook instant noodles, and Zheng Zhi came back halfway through cooking, and brought a raw peeled crab leg, which was worth a lot of money at first glance.

"Cooked. Zheng Zhi sat down on the sofa tiredly, and had no opinion on eating instant noodles for dinner.

He doesn't eat it anyway.

After eating, Zheng Ze went upstairs to hide, the living room was quite quiet, Song Jingqiao made tea for Zheng Zhi, and sat with him in a daze.

"How is Zheng Zheng?" asked Zheng Zhi.

"The dragon is alive, and he says he wants to kill me. ”

"It's still not hard enough. ”

"Indeed, he should be slapped in the mouth. Song Jingqiao pulled the corners of his mouth amusedly, "Then he can't open his mouth and ask for money." ”

"I'll ask Li Pingchi to write it down later, and let him fight when Li Che's leg is better. ”

Zheng Zhi made a rare joke, and asked Song Jingqiao what arrangements he had for tomorrow.

Song Jingqiao thought about it, but she didn't arrange it, and in the past two days, for various reasons, she didn't grab any of the active part-time jobs.

"Then come with me to the banquet, it's Dong Han's birthday, it will call a lot of people, are you afraid?"

"Who are you afraid of?" Song Jingqiao felt that his question was a bit redundant.

But then, Zheng Zhi's answer gave her goosebumps in an instant.