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Liu Rui has always been a man of few words and timid, and she also felt that Zhao Guodong was here to provoke the Ye family's mother and daughter, but now when she saw Zhao Guodong glaring at her, her eyes were red and she cried. 《

Zhao Guodong really hasn't seen anything like this, "Hey, why do you cry at every turn, and I didn't say anything about you?" Make it like I'm bullying you. ”

"Zhao Guodong, you didn't bully Liu Rui, who bullied her? We're all looking at you, are you still a boy? Dare to do it, but don't dare to do it. Song Mei helped go out.

"There's you everywhere, go and go, go and go." Zhao Guodong was in a bad mood, "You have a lot of things to do every day." ”

Then asked Liu Rui, "Don't cry, make it clear, so many people are watching, how can I bully you, you make it clear, save me from being wronged." What's wrong with what I just said, when a mother admits her mistake to her daughter, can't the family admit it? The things are not clear, and people are misunderstood as how mean Ye Ling is, is it not so? Look at what kind of eyes those people passing by look at Ye Ling. ”

Zhao Guodong still looked helpless, "If you can't say it, you will cry, it's really embarrassing to the compound." ”

Okay, as soon as he finished saying these words, Liu Rui covered her face and ran away crying.

Song Mei pointed at Zhao Guodong, "You are embarrassed to bully girls." ”

Dropped the words and turned to chase after him.

Jiang Yan and Gao Tian didn't dare to provoke Zhao Guodong, and they also followed Song Mei, Zhao Guodong still didn't understand, "What do you say I said wrong?" Am I really a bully? ”

Zhang Lining shook his head, there really isn't, but Liu Rui is notoriously timid and shy in the compound, and she originally mustered up the courage to say it, but now she is refuted by Zhao Guodong, coupled with Zhao Guodong's staring eyes, it's strange that people don't cry.

It was supposed to be just a trifle. No one took it to heart, but this scene happened to be seen by Sun Mingjie in high school, Sun Mingjie was from the compound, that is, Liu Zhiyuan's circle, and after returning to the class, Sun Mingjie told Liu Zhiyuan about it.

Liu Zhiyuan was indifferent to the things on the side, but his sister was weak. He cries at every turn, like water. The three people in the family all circled around her, and now hearing that her sister was made crying by Zhao Guodong, Liu Zhiyuan's brows locked.

Zhao Guodong has always forgotten after it has passed. Back to the class, all his thoughts fell on Ye Ling's body, Ye Ling's hand was inconvenient to hold the pen, so he helped to take notes, and Ye Ling read the words he wrote. The brow is furrowed.

"Doesn't look good?" Zhao Guodong looked at his own words, and then looked at Ye Ling.

"Practice more when you're fine. This is the word. Ye Ling flipped through the information on the table, "You don't need to remember it, you won't need it anyway." ”

"That's what the teacher estimated." When Zhao Guodong said this, he really put down his pen.

Ye Ling was looking at high school materials. "It's only a month before the high school entrance examination, and what kind of test can be taken has already been decided, and no matter how hard you try, it's useless."

"You can guarantee that we will all get in." Zhao Guodong was anxious when he heard this.

"I didn't say anything about you." Ye Ling glanced at the podium in front of him. "In class, I have something to say after class. Others are not satisfied. ”

Song Mei in front of her worked hard for a while, and she turned her head at least four times, Ye Ling saw that she dared to be angry and didn't dare to speak, Ye Ling felt funny, this Song Mei is like an aunt in the community, she can mix up anything in any family.

Zhao Guodong was still strange, the teacher went out after writing the question, looked forward, and happened to bump into Song Mei and turned back, and understood at that time, "What are you looking at?" ”

"Too lazy to look at you." Song Mei bit her lip and turned her head.

Until school at noon, I didn't look back until I had a long face.

After school at noon, although he didn't bring food, Ye Ling didn't plan to go home, and he didn't leave when he saw Zhao Guodong, "Why don't you leave yet?" ”

This guy gets out of school every day faster than anyone else.

Zhao Guodong took out a lunch box from his desk, "Let my milk make noodles, fried noodles." ”

Put the box down, Zhao Guodong didn't ask for a long time when he came to his mouth, in fact, he wanted to ask if the bun was delicious, but he was afraid that Ye Ling would ask how he knew about the bun, after all, whoever saw the bun next to him early in the morning would be strange, it must have entered in the middle of the night.

Ye Ling pushed the lunch box over, "You eat, I'm not hungry." ”

Just such a box of fried noodles, two people, Ye Ling smiled, "I received your wishes, but I really wasn't hungry." ”

"I'm not hungry." Zhao Guodong patted his chest, "Look at my body, don't say you don't eat one meal, it's okay if you don't eat two meals." ”

Zhang Lining didn't leave, Wang Ping also waited aside, watching the two of them pushing a box of noodles here, frowning, "Don't fight between the two of you, one person and half, it's not enough for me to have steamed buns." ”

It turned out that Zhao Guodong said hello to Wang Ping and Zhang Lining yesterday, and he didn't go back to eat at noon today, so he brought food together, Zhao Guodong originally brought two boxes of fried noodles, and when he arrived at Zhao's house, Wang Ping came and said, "Can Ye Ling finish eating a box by himself?" Zhao Guodong moved his mind, forgot to take his pretend, and took Ye Ling's to school.

Now that Wang Ping brought it up, Zhao Guodong's ears burned, "How can this work." ”

For fear that others would see his careful thoughts, his eyes were staring at the lunch box, and he didn't dare to look at it at all.

Zhang Lining's white hand pinched the bun and came out, leaning on the seat to eat, Wang Ping also ate the steamed bun, and took a bite of the dish from time to time, seeing that Zhao Guodong and Ye Ling still didn't move the chopsticks, he raised the steamed bun in his hand to Zhao Guodong.

"Would you like to leave one?"

Zhao Guodong glanced over, Wang Ping knew that he had said the wrong thing, and then felt that he had not done anything wrong, how could he be kind enough to leave him a copy and stare at him.

Ye Ling saw Zhao Guodong sitting there awkwardly, so he simply picked up the chopsticks, opened the lunch box, and pushed it to the middle of the table, "I can't eat either, I'll eat first, and you'll give you the rest." ”

Zhao Guodong's eyes rolled and nodded, "Okay." ”

But he didn't dare to look at Ye Ling.

Ye Ling didn't think much about it, it was hard to make a broken hand, so after a few bites, he handed the chopsticks to Zhao Guodong, "Okay, yours is left, you can wash the chopsticks yourself." ”

"Where did you come from so many things?" Zhao Guodong took the chopsticks and buried himself in eating.

Zhang Lining, who was sitting on the other side, raised the corners of his eyebrows, and only those who knew Zhao Guodong could see how nervous Zhao Guodong was at this time, and covered up his panic by eating.

This man.......

Zhang Lining shook his head.

Zhao Guodong felt that today's noodles were exceptionally delicious, and after eating a few bites, he forgot the embarrassment just now, and looked up and asked Ye Ling, "Are these noodles delicious?" My grandma made it for you. ”

"Thank you, grandma." Ye Ling's heart warmed, Grandma Zhao didn't cook it for her grandson, she ate white noodles for two days in a row, steamed buns and noodles, I am afraid that the Zhao family's white noodles for a year were eaten for her.

White noodles can be bought, but the love owed is not easy to repay, Ye Ling remembered it, and secretly decided that he must double it back in the future. (To be continued)

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