"You move lightly, you break your sister's paperwork, and Lao Tzu beats your ass and blossoms." Song Yu snatched the document back with dissatisfaction and put it in his arms like a baby.

Song Jingen's eyes were well understood, he glanced at Song Zhao first, and then respectfully saluted Old Taijun Song, "Grandmother, I don't know how my little sister met Dean Fang.

can be her qualifications in clan studies, and she will definitely not be able to enter Canglan Academy, if she boldly takes the exam, she will only become a laughing stock. ”

Old Taijun Song ignored him, and said to her little granddaughter with a loving face, "Zhao Zhao'er, this is your own business, you only say whether you want to take the exam or not." ”

Song Zhao blinked and nodded seriously, "Go." ”

"Good! is worthy of being the daughter of General Ben, bloody! Song Yu frantically output rainbow farts and shook the mountains with laughter.

"Don't mess around." Song was envious, eased his demeanor, and said to Song Zhao in a serious tone, "Little sister, I know you want to get rid of your straw bale reputation, but learning is not an overnight effort, you need to take your time."

You haven't even memorized a thousand-word essay yet, if you go to Canglan Academy to take the exam, you will definitely fail the list, and you will suffer. ”

Song Zhao frowned his little face, impatiently listening to these tirades.

Song Yu reprimanded the eldest son, "Why did you pour cold water on your sister as soon as you came up?" Is there a big brother who you do? ”

"It's because I'm her eldest brother that I have to think deeply for her.

Instead of meeting all her willful requirements in a nonsensical way, like you, it will only make her habitual and unproportionate. ”

Song Jingxian felt that his eldest brother was very competent.

His starting point was all for Song Zhao.

Song Yu blew his beard and glared, "I'm still your father, what are you doing in front of me, Lao Tzu is not dead, this family is not your family, do you have the right to speak?" ”

Song Zhao said slowly, "I won't, let the family be embarrassed." ”

She looked at her family seriously with pure eyes, "Grandmother, father, mother, please believe me." ”

In her previous life, she had brought shame on her family, and when she was an orphan, she had repented countless times.

If she could be born again, she would have to make amends.

She won't be willful anymore.

She wants to be a very sensible child.

The little girl who couldn't stand the slightest grievance in the past is so cautious now, for fear that her family will be disappointed in her.

Mrs. Song was distressed, holding her little granddaughter's hand and said, "What is not a shame, we are a family, one is prosperous, and one is lost." You are your grandmother's heart and soul, your grandmother's pride, and you will never lose our people. ”

Yun said gently, "Zhao Zhao'er, we will always be your backing, you don't have any pressure." ”

Song Jingxian tugged at the corners of his lips, "You just rely on the love of your family to do whatever you want, you don't care about other people's feelings at all, you only think about your own comfort." ”

"Shut up!" Yun was furious and slapped his eldest son with his backhand, obviously angry, "How can you talk to your sister like this?" Speaking of pampering, you weren't the most accustomed to it before, why are you disgusted now, you are used to it, you are not qualified to complain! ”

Song was shocked with a gloomy face.

It was precisely because he knew that this was the result of his creation that he wanted to reverse his little sister's temperament.

"Mother, don't be angry." Song Zhao went to pull the Yun clan's hand.

She was actually very tired.

Obviously, she's already very well-behaved, isn't she?

She's not doing anything bad, she's trying to make amends.

Why do these contradictions always have to be triggered?

Kindness is regarded as a donkey's liver and lungs.

Song Jingxian suddenly became angry, and walked away, "Okay, I don't care about her business in the future." ”

"This unlucky child, Lao Tzu beat you to death......" Song Yu took off his shoes and was about to rush over.

"That's it!" Mrs. Song stopped her son, the expression on her face was not very good, obviously curbing her anger,

"Brother Xian'er, his cold poison has not healed, the more noisy he is, the worse it is for his body, go back and wait for the divine doctor to reply to us, cure him, and have time to clean up."