When Song Baoxuan was holding the towel, she laughed when she heard Song Hui's answer.

Although she didn't know why Xia Huashu hated Song Hui, it was a little funny that Song Hui replied like this.

Song Baoxuan looked at Xia Huashu, who was very happy, as if she was about to rush up and bite Song Hui at any time.

In order to prevent them from quarreling later, Song Baoxuan hurriedly gave the towel to Song Hui.

"Xiaohui, the towel is for you."

"Well, thank you, little aunt, I'll ask my dad to buy another one that is exactly the same one and return it to you another day."

"You don't have to pay it back, you took the towel for Xia Huashu's brother, Xia Huashu is the little girl next to you."

Song Hui looked at Song Baoxuan and nodded.

"Well, her brother's hair is very wet, and he is prone to catching a cold if he doesn't dry it."

"Okay, you can give him the towel, you don't have to return it, you know? A towel is not worth much. ”

"Okay, thank you, little aunt, then I'll go first."

After Song Hui and Song Baoxuan finished speaking, they took the towel and left, without looking at Xia Huashu next to them.

Xia Huashu was puffing up next to her, this person was really annoying.

"Xiaobao, what's the name of that person just now? He's so annoying. ”

"Why do you hate him? He didn't care much of you! ”

"I don't care, I just hate him."

Song Baoxuan is helpless, she doesn't understand the world of children, and her hates and likes come very quickly.

"Okay!"

"You haven't told me yet, what his name is!"

"What do you ask him for his name? And didn't I call his name just now? ”

"Otherwise, I don't even know the name of the person I hate! Did you call his name just now? I didn't hear that! ”

Song Baoxuan was embarrassed.

"I don't know his name, why do you hate people!"

"Can't you hate it if you don't know the name?"

Song Baoxuan didn't want to discuss this kind of issue with Xia Huashu anymore.

"Okay, you have a point."

"And what's his name? I'm going to write it down in a little notebook when I go back. ”

"A small book? So who is written in your little book? ”

Xia Huashu thought that the word Xiaobao was written in her small notebook now, and she was a little weak-hearted, and she didn't dare to look directly at Song Baoxuan.

"No... No one. ”

And Song Baoxuan knew as soon as she saw Xia Huashu's reaction that this little girl's little book had her name written on it.

"Oh, then ask him his name yourself!"

Hmph, I also hold grudges!

Song Hui took the towel to Xia Rui, Song Baoxuan's towels were all pink, so the one given to Song Hui was also pink.

"No, this is a new towel, you can quickly wipe your hair!"

Xia Rui's hair is really thick, and it's still wet.

He saw the pink towel in Song Hui's hand with a look of disgust, pink is the color used by girls, so he didn't want to use it.

"How is it pink? How can I use pink as a man? You give me another one. ”

Song Hui felt that Xia Rui was really troublesome, and he was a little confusing like his sister.

"Okay, I'll ask my aunt if there are any other colors."

"Go... Wait a minute, you wait a minute. ”

Song Hui stopped and asked.

"What's wrong?"

"Yawn!"

Xia Rui sneezed, rubbed his nose and asked.

"This is your little aunt's towel? That particularly good-looking girl? ”

"Well, what's wrong? Only my aunt has a new towel in our family, don't you want to use it? Then I don't seem to have a choice. ”

"Ahem, you don't need to change it, it's too troublesome, I'll use this one!"

Song Hui gave Xia Rui a strange look, and then handed him the towel.

"Then you wipe your hair, your clothes are drying, and they will be dry soon."

"Uh-huh."

Xia Rui watched Song Hui leave, took a towel and sniffed it, and then wiped his hair happily.

Li Dahua and Song Qiu baked Xia Rui's clothes together, and Song Dali watched Song Zhaodi fall asleep again and helped her cover the quilt.

Then he went to thank Xia Rui, Song Dali came to Song Hui's house and asked Xia Rui with a smile.

"What's your name, young man?"

"Oh, my name is Charrie."

Song Dali bowed deeply to Xia Rui.

"Xia Rui, thank you for saving Brother Zhao."

Xia Rui scratched his head embarrassedly.

"Huh! It's the little things. ”

"This is not a trivial matter, if you didn't recruit your brother, you would have died, you are her savior."

"But Brother Zhao was frightened and a little weak, and he was already asleep, so he couldn't come to thank you in person, and when she got better, I will take her to the door to thank you in person."

"No, you don't."