Song Qiu's tablemate saw that Song Qiu was angry, and hurriedly said.

"Xiaoqiu, don't be angry, I didn't help her speak, I'm just afraid that you misunderstood her."

"There's no misunderstanding, she's just annoying."

Song Baoxuan turned her head to look in Song Qiu's direction, and when she gently blew her hair, the sun shone on her fair face, and her long eyelashes left a shadow on her white face.

Song Qiu's tablemate called Song Baoxuan to see it, and she said even more excitedly.

"Xiaoqiu, your little aunt has come to see it, should we go over and say hello to her?"

Song Qiudu hadn't spoken yet, so she was pulled by her tablemate to Song Baoxuan's side.

Song Baoxuan said to them lightly.

"Xiaoqiu, haven't you gone to eat yet? This cute little girl is your friend! ”

"Hello, I'm Xiaoqiu's tablemate."

"Well, hello, I'm Xiaoqiu's little aunt."

Song Qiu reluctantly screamed.

"Little aunt."

Song Baoxuan looked at Song Qiu like this, and she suddenly thought of the book she gave to Song Qiu and asked.

"Xiaoqiu, do you like the book I gave you?"

Song Qiu's face was not very good, and when she thought of the book Song Baoxuan gave her, she vomited blood.

She questioned Song Baoxuan.

"Why did you give me the book? My sister has clothes and shoes, and you need clothes and shoes too. ”

Song Baoxuan was not affected by Song Qiu's words at all, she looked at Song Qiu and said flatly.

"It seems that you don't like the books I sent, it's really sad, but I worked hard to pick them out for you personally, those books are precious!"

Song Qiu's tablemates heard Song Baoxuan say this, and they felt a little sorry for Song Baoxuan.

Song Baoxuan worked hard to pick a book for Song Qiu, why didn't Song Qiu like it?

She asked, pulling Song Qiu's clothes.

"Xiaoqiu, why don't you like the books given by your little aunt?"

Song Qiu couldn't help but get angry and said.

"I don't like books, she knows I don't like books, why..."

Before Song Qiu finished speaking, Song Baoxuan interrupted her and said innocently.

"Ah, Xiaoqiu, you don't like books? Why didn't you say it earlier? That way I wouldn't have to go through the trouble of getting those books back from so far away, but I'm exhausted. ”

In fact, Song Baoxuan didn't take those books at all, and they were all lost in the space.

Song Qiu's tablemate looked at Song Baoxuan's somewhat "aggrieved" face, and felt that Song Qiu seemed to be a little excessive.

If someone else gave her a book, she would definitely be very happy, but Song Qiu was not happy at all, and blamed Song Baoxuan.

"Xiaoqiu, you and your little aunt should apologize!"

Song Qiu heard her words at the same table and said with an incredulous expression.

"You asked me to apologize to her? Are you my friend or hers? ”

"Xiaoqiu, don't be angry."

"Hmph, I'll ignore you, you're not my friend anymore."

After saying that, Song Qiu left her table and ran away, and Song Baoxuan said that she was very innocent.

Song Qiu's tablemate said to Song Baoxuan very embarrassedly.

"Xiaoqiu, she seems to be angry with me, I'll coax her."

"Hmm. Alas, Xiaoqiu is also like this at home, why can't she change it at school? ”

Song Qiu's tablemates were a little puzzled when they heard Song Baoxuan's words, what is this?

Could it be that Song Qiu lost his temper for no reason?

Or does it mean that Song Qiu often lives up to Song Baoxuan's kindness?

Song Qiu's table mates were constantly making up for it, and she felt in her heart that what Song Qiu said before must have been a lie.

Song Baoxuan is such a good person, how can he be as bad as Song Qiu said!

Song Qiu misunderstood Song Baoxuan, and she planned to talk to Song Qiu later.