Tricksters.

Song Cangran bet that Gu Xinjie must have ignored her father, so what she discussed with your mother was nonsense.

"I see."

She lowered her head and walked away extremely obediently.

Behind him, Song Shihai followed her back, his eyes suddenly froze, and he saw a dark red mark on the side of her neck.

The mark was very light, because her skin was white, so it was obvious that the shape, the color, was very much like ......

Huo Zizhao!

He narrowed his eyes, and suddenly regretted it again.

He was wrong, shouldn't the curfew be set at nine o'clock, eight o'clock, seven o'clock?

No, his daughter is only 15 years old, and she shouldn't have fallen in love at all......

The next morning, Song Cangran saw that her mother was dressed neatly and looked like she was ready to go to work.

"Mom, are you going to school?" She exchanged a look with her father: "Why don't you rest for a few more days?"

"What to rest? I'm fine again. ”

Gu Xinjie still didn't have any expression on her face, but her mental state was much better than a few days ago.

Seeing that she was so persistent, Song Canran didn't persuade anything more, it was only two days before her death in her previous life, everything that should have happened had already happened, Gu Xinjie's current appearance also looked normal, she shouldn't be okay anymore, right?

Song Shihai sent them to school, and only the two fathers and daughters found some topics from time to time along the way, and Gu Xinjie was silent the whole time.

"I'll be waiting for you in this position after school."

Hearing Song Shihai's thoughtful words, Gu Xinjie didn't pay attention to it, as if there was no more such person in her world, and walked away expressionlessly.

Song Canran glanced at his father sympathetically.

"Don't worry, I'll be optimistic about my mother."

Looking at his slim daughter, why did Song Shihai feel more uneasy?

Gu Xinjie walked quickly, and when Song Cangran walked into the school, she was already far away.

She was about to chase after her, when a skinny, sven-looking boy with glasses stood in front of her.

"Are you Song Canran from Class 10 of the second year of high school? I'm Mr. Li from Class 8. ”

So?

She looked at the boy inexplicably.

"I heard that you are the first in the school, I don't know much about some homework, can I ask you for advice?"

She understood what the boy was saying, and was about to answer, when an arm came around from behind, hooked her little shoulder, and pulled her away from the boy.

"She's not available."

The boy pushed his glasses, looked at Huo Zizhao's hand on Song Canran's shoulder, and the dangerous aura emanating from his body, his eyes flashed.

"Who are you?"

"Want to know?"

Seeing the wicked arc of a man's mouth, Song Canran hurriedly slapped him.

"He's my classmate, classmate Li, I'm really not available, I'm sorry I can't help you."

Huo Zizhao didn't wait for her to finish, grabbed her wrist with his big palm, and pulled her away very domineeringly.

"I'm sorry, I'm not allowed to ignore him in the future!"

"Huo Shao, can you have a little spirit of friendship?" Seeing him grabbing his big palm, Song Cangran pushed it quietly, "Let go, so many people are watching." ”

"Hmph, you were talking and laughing with that guy just now, if I didn't come, would you agree to help him with his homework?"

"How could it be, I was going to refuse him."

"Anyway, you are not allowed to pay attention to him, wearing a pair of glasses, he looks like Sven scum."

What does this sour tone mean in the morning?

Song Cangran smiled.

"Classmate Huo, you didn't eat and drink vinegar this morning, did you?"

Huo Zizhao wrapped his long arms around and gave her a burst of chestnuts in her head.

"Stupid, I'm jealous? Can't you see that scum is trying to chase you just now? ”