Chapter 110: For Anitaqing and Shibi + More 2

Wang Jiayue sat hunched over in her place, looking at it from Zhao Meimei's point of view, like a nearly withered seedling that had been destroyed after being weathered, pitiful but people didn't know how to reach out to support. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

Add some water, it is estimated that it will be swollen, add some soil, and it seems that it will be bent by the fingertips at any time.

Out of the corner of her eyes, Zhao Meimei looked at the footprints on the back of Wang Jiayue's school uniform, and then thought of the gaze that she saw lying on the ground in the toilet before, projected from between the messy hair, empty and helpless, but with a hint of hope.

Zhao Meimei's heart trembled fiercely, and for the first time in her life, she wanted to help someone, not only for Da Baozi's original entrustment, but also sincerely hoped to do her best to help the other party.

After the English class, Zhao Meimei stood up.

Xu Xu hurriedly stretched out his hand to hold her: "Meimei, where are you going?" ā€

Zhao Meimei glanced at him: "Take something." ā€

Xu Xu immediately followed: "I'll accompany you." ā€

Zhao Meimei nodded.

Zhao Meimei received a bottle of red potion and a pack of ice packs from the infirmary, signed the name of the class, and led Xu Xu outside.

Xu Xu looked at Zhao Meimei's fair and well-defined side face, and suddenly smiled: "Meimei, you are so kind." ā€

Zhao Meimei turned her head and raised her eyebrows at him: "We'll all play with her in the future, okay?" ā€

Xu Xu nodded, and took the medicine bag in Zhao Meimei's hand: "Listen to you." ā€

Wang Jiayue shrank on top of her seat, silently looking down at the content that had become blurred on the page, and suddenly someone threw a bag of things on the table, she was startled, looked up, and met Zhao Meimei's gaze.

Zhao Meimei has a pair of slender eyes, her pupils are pitch black, the tails of her eyes are raised, her thin eyelids are habitually slightly lowered when she looks at people, and her eyes are very dark and cool.

Wang Jiayue glanced at the plastic bag on the table, the black bag, and couldn't tell what was inside.

Zhao Meimei leaned on her study table, reached out and took out a small round bottle, a pack of cotton swabs, and a pack of ice packs from the bag.

Wang Jiayue looked at these things, her heart bulged into her throat in an instant, she stared at her, her voice froze, and she couldn't speak.

Zhao Meimei opened the bottle cap, tore open the cotton swab bag, took out the cotton swab and dipped it in the red potion, and suddenly stretched out a hand to grab Wang Jiayue's chin, her fingertips were warm, and her nails were trimmed neatly and neatly, very clean, with a faint light powder.

Wang Jiayue didn't dare to move, let her pinch the cotton swab and gently smear it on her face, the cold touch carefully pressed on the swollen skin on her face, a little painful and itchy.

From beginning to end, Zhao Meimei didn't say a word, just focused on painting, and waited until she used up three cotton swabs before she packed up all her things, picked up the ice pack, and stuffed it into Wang Jiayue's hand.

The icy temperature was frozen, and Wang Jiayue shivered slightly.

Zhao Meimei's warm hand held Wang Jiayue's and took her to press her to the most swollen position on her forehead.

Wang Jiayue's hands were so cold that her head hurt so much, but she didn't dare to move.

After Zhao Meimei dealt with everything, she looked at Wang Jiayue with satisfaction, and said: "I have helped you apply medicine to the wounds on your face, on your body, you can go home and remember to deal with it, this red potion is very good, after I bumped it before, my mother wiped this for me, you have nothing to do with an ice pack to apply to your forehead, it can reduce swelling faster." ā€

Wang Jiayue's eyes were swollen like two peaches, and she looked at Zhao Meimei in shock and disbelief.

Zhao Meimei smiled at her and said, "Wang Jiayue, let's play together in the future, I still have Xu Xu, we are willing to be friends with you." ā€

Zhao Meimei pulled back Xu Xu, who was following behind her, Xu Xu took a step forward and stretched out his hand to Wang Jiayue, his hand was very slender, his knuckles were distinct, and his fair complexion was a little dazzling in the sun.

Wang Jiayue's eyes were wide-glazed.

Suddenly, Zhao Meimei stretched out her hand and grabbed her first, and then Xu Xu's hand wrapped their hands, and the two warm palms were firmly attached to hers.

Wang Jiayue stared at the three hands that were tightly clasped together, tears flowed up uncontrollably, and a faint flush slowly appeared on her pale face.

In Wang Jiayue's blurred vision, she only saw two sincere smiling faces, and that day, Zhao Meimei and Xu Xu officially became good friends with Wang Jiayue.

The three of them are inseparable, they compete hard in class, they walk together between classes, and in physical education class, Zhao Meimei has a little tail next to her, and she will always follow Xu Xu and Wang Jiayue behind her.

At noon that day, the three of them had lunch together, Wang Jiayue looked at the lunch boxes placed by Zhao Meimei and Xu Xu together, and watched them pick their favorite vegetables from each other's boxes, with a pair of eyes widening.

Wang Jiayue's lunch is always bread, sausages, and milk bought from the school supermarket, and occasionally replaced with eight-treasure porridge and biscuits.

Zhao Meimei took out half of her rice and put it on the lid of the lunch box, handed it to Wang Jiayue, tore off half of the bread from her hand, and said with a smile: "Try my mother's craftsmanship." ā€

Wang Jiayue seriously ate every grain of rice on the lid of the lunch box that day, and then whispered: "Meimei, your mother's cooking is so delicious." ā€

During class in the afternoon, Zhao Meimei secretly said to Xu Xu: "Why do I think Wang Jiayue is very much like your family?" ā€

Xu Xu turned his head to look at Wang Jiayue, who was looking down at the book, and whispered: "It's a bit like." ā€

Zhao Meimei smiled, feeling relieved.

During the evening self-study, Zhao Meimei secretly texted her Yangyang brother in the desk, and almost as soon as the message was sent, she received a new text message, one after the other, with an interval of less than a second.

Zhao Meimei's fingertips trembled slightly, and the numb touch quickly spread from her fingers to the tip of her heart, and she looked through her inbox in surprise.

Shi Yang: I'll pick you up after school in the evening.

Zhao Meimei's heart instantly bloomed with a large number of ceremonial flowers, and the colorful dazzling light was bright, which made her dizzy.

Syllable! Something hit the back of her head.

Zhao Meimei turned her head and glared angrily, and met the smile of Yu Zhao's playful abuse.

Zhao Meimei bared her teeth and asked silently: What are you doing!

Yu Zhao suddenly raised her hand, and a bag of things smashed on her desktop with extreme precision, Zhao Meimei looked at it, a bag of peanut candy.

Zhao Meimei pinched the candy and looked back at Yu Zhao.

Yu Zhao moved his lips: Please eat.

Zhao Meimei hesitated for a moment and nodded: Thank you.

Zhao Meimei tore open the sugar bag, grabbed a few and wrapped them in the exercise paper, and asked her classmates to help pass them to Wang Jiayue, and the rest was divided equally with Xu Xu.

Xu Xu pinched the candy cube and looked back at Yan Zhao, his eyes were very dark and cold, and his eyes were faintly displeased.

Yu Zhao also looked at him, his dark eyes narrowed slightly, and he suddenly grinned, and that smile was obvious mockery and a hint of disdain.