Chapter 590: Ulterior Secrets (4)

Regarding these turmoil, Huo Zizhao naturally did not say it to make Song Canran feel uneasy.

In the morning, she deliberately arrived a little late, and then met Ye Weifan as she wished.

"Senior Ye, early."

"Early."

Ye Weifan walked to her side with a smile, the two of them exchanged a few words, she handed over the new song written by Duan Yixuan, and asked him to familiarize himself with it first.

"Have you been squeezing your homework lately?" She looked at Ye Weifan's faint dark circles: "You stayed up late to read last night?" ”

Ye Weifan smiled, "There are too many homework done before, what should I do if I don't hurry up, I'm not a top student like you, I don't watch you study much, and I'm the first every year." ”

In fact, there is another point he didn't say, because he wants to go to the best university in China, and she will go to the university in the future, so she has to work harder.

Song Canran's eyes moved slightly.

"Senior Ye, let me tell you a secret, in fact, I am not a scholar, but I guess the question very accurately, so let's do it, on the day of the song recording, you brought all the textbooks over, and I will mark a key point for you."

Ye Weifan raised her eyebrows, and with this kind of operation, she seems to be only a sophomore in high school.

"I don't believe it," Song Cangran raised his finger to make a flower: "The fortune teller has lied to you for ten years and eight years, I don't need to be so long, three months, this immortal pinched his fingers and counted, as long as you listen to this immortal, this immortal will cover you with the title of the gold list." ”

Ye Weifan smiled: "Then my future will be handed over to Daxian." ”

"Well said," Song Cangran smiled.

In her previous life, she dropped out of school halfway, in order to make up for the regret in her heart, she had carefully read the college entrance examination questions in those years, although she still had a little impression after all these years, Ye Weifan was not an outsider, of course she had to help him.

In City A, Huo Zizhao was stopped by a middle-aged man on campus.

"Are you Huo Zizhao? I'm Mingya's dad and I want to talk to you about it. ”

Huo Zizhao glanced at him lightly.

Ming Xiuyuan is not very handsome, but he has a calm temperament, and he is a successful person at first glance.

The other party also looked at him at the same time, looking at his handsome appearance, his eyebrows twisted slightly.

"If it's about your daughter, I don't think there's any need for that, we don't know each other."

"Unfamiliar?" Ming Xiuyuan's face was slightly gloomy, "You were still with her at two o'clock last night, what did you do to her?" ”

This is the correct attitude of a parent, their children are always right, and the other party is wrong.

Huo Zizhao raised his eyebrows, and suddenly raised his hand towards Ming Xiuyuan.

Ming Xiuyuan's eyes narrowed slightly, but he saw him stretch out his hand lightly and pat the non-existent dust on his shoulder for him.

"Now that we're together, have I done anything to you?"

"Very good," Ming Xiuyuan laughed angrily: "Let me tell you, I only have one daughter, Ming Ya, if you dare to do anything to her, I can't spare you." ”

During the stalemate, Mingya hurriedly ran over, grabbed the man's arm, and said anxiously: "Dad, I said it was none of his business a long time ago, what are you doing here." ”

"Unrelated? Xiaoya, don't be afraid, if he dares to bully you, you just have to tell Dad, no matter what he comes from, Dad will make decisions for you. ”

It can be seen that Ming's father still loves this daughter very much, and the two quarreled for a while, and Ming's father left stupidly.

Huo Zizhao didn't leave, he felt that it was better to explain some words clearly to Mingya.

"So, why were you there last night?" His dark eyes stared at Ming Ya faintly: "And who posted the photo this morning?" ”

"You don't doubt me, do you?" Mingya's eyes widened in disbelief.

Huo Zizhao didn't say anything, just stared at her lightly, his eyes were like texture, scraping cold on his face.