Chapter 382: I'm Not a Ghost
That kind of criticism made Song Sisi feel extremely inferior in her heart, as if she was stripped naked and looked at by them.
Song Sisi couldn't bear it and yelled at them, "Look at it! ā
The expressions of the group of people immediately changed, and they muttered and pouted, "Tsk, I don't know where the wild girl came from." ā
After saying that, several people swaggered away.
Only Song Sisi was left standing alone, his face full of disbenement.
Song Sisi looked down at her evening dress, her tears swirled in her eyes, and finally blurred her vision, and her tears fell like pearls.
She began to cry, "Why are you bullying me, what the hell have I done wrong, woo woo." ā
Song Sisi sat alone on the bench, feeling the evening breeze at night, her eyes were already red and swollen from crying, and she couldn't even open them, she wiped her eyes with her elbow, and the more she wiped, the more aggrieved she became, she originally came out of the orphanage, she had actually come out before, but her aesthetics were not very good at that time, and every time she wore clothes, she was very old-fashioned clothes, which led to being ridiculed by many people.
Later, she watched beauty videos for a long time, and has become a beauty blogger on the platform and learned to match herself.
finally got rid of the shadow of the past, but now it is seen through at a glance, her originally hard heart can't stand it at the moment, and the inferiority complex spreads in her heart.
Song Sisi couldn't help but put her hands on her laps, buried her face in her hands, and whimpered.
She is a person who loves to cry, every time she is stressed, she will be very uncomfortable, and she will hide in the corner and cry when she is uncomfortable.
"It's noisy."
An impatient voice came from somewhere.
Song Sisi's sobbing voice stopped instantly, she stiffened her body, feeling the cold wind flying in all directions, and inexplicably felt cold and swishing.
She subconsciously looked around, there were street lights in the back garden, but it was very dim, and from her line of sight, she could only see a vague shadow of flowers and plants, swaying in the dark night, making strange sounds.
Song Sisi swallowed the emotion of wanting to cry into her throat, and her face was full of tears and became nervous.
The sound of whining in her ears pierced her heartbeat.
"Who?" Song Sisi endured the fear in his heart and had the courage to ask questions loudly.
She felt that if she was brave enough, she could scare away the ghosts.
Song Sisi got up from the chair, hugged her arms, and came to the tree step by step, the wind around her was getting colder and colder, and her face was a little pale.
She looked around vigilantly, and after the sound just now, there was no sound.
Could it be that she is hallucinating? Song Sisi asked herself like this, no, she is not sick, how can she hallucinate? No, is she really sick?
Song Si thought of this, and tears fell again.
She's still so young, she can't do anything.
"Cry a fart."
Suddenly, a black shadow fell from above, and landed next to Song Sisi steadily. pinched Song Sisi's original idea of crying out loud in the cradle. Her eyes widened and she glared at him incredulously.
In the other party's surprised gaze, Song Sisi still couldn't hold back and fainted.
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Song Sisi woke up, she subconsciously stretched her waist, and suddenly hit her hand on the chair, and she bared her teeth in pain.
Didn't she faint on the ground? What's on the chair!?
Song Sisi sat up violently, and his hand subconsciously threw out, hitting a person on the back. The man let out a humming grunt, and the sound of gnashing teeth rang out from the darkness.
"What's the matter with you? I want to hit someone and say it straight. ā
Song Sisi immediately withdrew his hand and looked at the other party with a panicked expression.
Through the street lamp, you can see his smooth face, a pair of green eyes like a piece of jade in the dark night, crystal clear, the bridge of the nose is high, the lips are a little thick, and the facial features are three-dimensional, looking like a foreigner.
"Who are you?!"
Song Sisi looked at him in fear.
The body kept moving backwards.
"As for being so scared? I'm not a ghost. The man pursed his lips, he squinted, saw Song Sisi's eyes flashing with tears, and frowned, "Hey, you're too timid, aren't you?" Actually scared me out? ā
"IāI didn't."
When Song Sisi heard this, she immediately thought of what those people humiliated her in the past, saying that she was a coward, that she was a crybaby, that she was a toad, and that she was lucky to enter the Song family.
She hated being called a coward, even though she was a coward, she just didn't want to hear that.
"Still don't admit it? You're all stunned by me, and you're not cowardly. Do you think I'm a ghost? ā
The man approached her suddenly, very close to her, close enough to see the pores and eyelashes on the other party's face, Song Sisi held his breath, watched him approach with wide eyes, his hands and feet were stiff, and he couldn't move.
"Hey, what's your name?"
He scoffed, tilting his head to look at her with interest.
Song Sisi swallowed her saliva, her heart was beating fast, and her brain was blank.
"My name is Song Sisi."
As if the ghost had sent a god, she said her name.
When she reacted, she was a little annoyed that she had said her name so quickly.
Then, as if she was not afraid, she straightened her back, pursed her lips tightly, and stared at him with blazing eyes.
"What's your name?"
"My name is Albert."
"Albert? Foreigner?! ā
"What? Can't you see it? Albert smiled, his turquoise eyes bent, like a crystal green starlight, and Song Sisi was stunned for a moment.
"No, it's not." Song Sisi noticed his gaffe, immediately lowered his head, and began to get nervous.
"Hey, why are you still stuttering?" Albert said to her mercilessly.
Song Sisi's face turned red instantly, and he raised his head and glared at him, "You just stammered, your whole family stuttered!" ā
"Poofha, it's funny for you to scold."
Albert laughed, leaned back on the bench, and looked at her for a long time, the moonlight shrouded their heads, and there was a touch of white veil, her cheeks bulged, her eyes were crossbowed with anger, her breath was short, and she wanted to curse but didn't know what to say.
She held back for a long time, and finally held back a sentence.
"You're funny."
Song Sisi glared at him, didn't want to talk to him anymore, turned his head, and looked at the flowers and plants in the distance, but his ears were always paying attention to the movement of the person behind him.
Albert curled his lips and chuckled, and he approached her, smiling heartily.
"Hey, you're angry?"
Albert deliberately got up from the chair and came to the other side, Song Sisi just didn't look at him, and wherever he went, her face twisted to the other side.