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He snorted and said disdainfully, "It's useless." ”

Shen Jiu was slightly stunned, and before he could speak, he noticed that Song Qing'an in his arms moved slightly.

She was about to appease him, but Song Qingan raised her head, pursed her lips, and looked directly at the boy.

Song Qing'an's pupils account for a large proportion, and it is dark and faint, and when he looks at people without expression, he will always bring out a little gloomy hurry.

The boy stopped talking.

Then he immediately regretted his momentary stagnation.

In order to save his timidity at this moment, the boy's voice was deliberately raised a little, and his speech became more and more unscrupulous: "What is the use of relying on my sister except for relying on my sister!" ”

He dragged out his voice: "An unweaned milk doll—"

Shen Jiu suddenly raised his head and was about to speak, but the class bell rang suddenly.

The boy did not delay at all, turned around and ran.

Shen Jiu frowned unhappily.

Song Qing'an quickly sensed her emotions, he held Shen Jiu's hand, and thought for a long time before gently scratching her palm.

Shen Jiu noticed the movement of his palm.

She looked down at Song Qing'an, thinking that he was still sulking for that boy, so she coaxed him in a low voice: "It's okay, Xiao An is not angry, that boy is just open-mouthed, Ah Jiu will teach him a lesson." ”

Song Qingan shook his head slightly.

"Huh?" Shen Jiu thought about it and didn't understand: "What does Xiao An mean?" ”

Song Qingan lowered his head slightly, and his eyelashes trembled slightly.

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Shen Jiu felt that Song Qing'an was a little strange today.

He was usually sticky to her side, reluctant to leave a single step, but today he was a little reluctant to lean over, looking like he wanted to get close but hesitated.

Shen Jiu pondered whether the boy's words were put into Song Qing'an's heart, and at the same time led Song Qing'an into the car, and then looked at Mrs. Song sitting in front of him: "Xiao An seems to be a little angry today. ”

She was about to continue, but she was pulled by the hand.

She turned her head and looked at Song Qing'an: "What's wrong?" ”

Song Qingan bit his lip, didn't look at her, and looked out the window.

Mrs. Song also sensed that something was wrong with Song Qing'an, she frowned slightly, and immediately guessed the reason: "Did someone bully Xiao An?" She thought for a moment and asked in a low voice, "Why don't you let Xiao An go home-"

Song Qing'an suddenly turned his head and looked at Mrs. Song.

Madame Song was taken aback by his reaction.

Song Qing'an held Shen Jiu's hand, leaned towards Shen Jiu's side, and then rested his head on her shoulder. He leaned for a moment, then turned sideways again, and buried his head in Shen Jiu's arms.

Shen Jiu raised his hand and touched his hair, as if to soothe a frightened young beast: "It's okay, if Xiao An wants to go to school, no one can let Xiao An go home." ”

She promised him, "Tomorrow, I'll make that boy apologize to you." ”

"Ah Jiu—"

The sound is a little soft, a little sluggish, a little low.

Shen Jiu continued to stroke his hair, and his voice was gentle: "Huh? What's wrong-" She paused suddenly, and her tone raised slightly: "Xiao An? ”

She jerked her head down at him.

Song Qing'an still buried his head in her arms, his voice was a little difficult, and he said word by word: "Ah, nine." ”

He paused for a moment, then finally raised his head and reached out to touch Shen Jiu's face, his gaze falling on Shen Jiu's eyes.

"Ahh

"Angry, angry."

He stared at Shen Jiu and shook his head slowly.

Ah Jiu, don't be angry.