There was a conversation between Gu Xinjie and Huo Zizhao in the living room.

"Teacher Gu, I didn't understand a question today, I wanted to ask Song Canran, but she seems to be a little busy and it's inconvenient to tell me."

"What is she busy doing inconveniently? You eat the fruit first, and I'll call her out. ”

"Teacher Gu, don't go, she seems to be talking to a boy on the phone."

"Boys?" Gu Xinjie's voice really changed.

Hearing someone unscrupulously accuse her of blackness, Song Cangran walked out full of anger.

"Song Canran, where is your mobile phone, hand it over and show it to me."

Song Canran originally thought that only her mother was good in the world, but since Huo Zizhao came to her house, she deeply realized that a mother's child is like a grass.

Listen, just because this intimacy has other names, she can't complain.

"Mom, you also believe what he says, he sleeps in class every day, it's strange that he can understand it."

"You don't need to change the subject, and hand over the phone."

Huo Zi put his hands in his pockets, his good-looking chin was raised, and he had a lofty posture that had nothing to do with himself.

Song Canran can't figure it out, she is a daughter, why was Gu Xinjie's heart taken away by him as soon as this guy came?

"Mom, I didn't talk to the boy on the phone."

"I'll count three times, will you hand it over yourself or I'll get it?"

glanced at a certain man with an indifferent face, Song Canran really wanted to kill!

Three.

Two.

Gu Xinjie is already counting down.

Song Canran was not afraid of her inspection.

But is it good that she has self-esteem.

was framed by that guy casually, how could she hold her head up in front of him in the future.

Well, she also didn't want Gu Xinjie to check it, because Fang Xinai's note on her phone was sweetheart, which was very troublesome to explain.

It's all this scourge!

Huo, this surname really deserves his face.

A proper scourge.

She glared at someone in a fit of rage.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, Song Shihai came out to relieve her.

"Okay, okay, what a big deal, isn't it just a phone call, wife, I'll criticize her for you."

Her husband's face still has to be given, Gu Xinjie glared at Song Canran a few times, and finally didn't say anything.

Song Cangran walked to the room angrily and heard Gu Xinjie's voice of compassion.

"Where are you going, you haven't had enough phone calls?"

"I'm going to do my homework."

"I'll write it right here."

“……”

Song Cangran stared at the fierce eyes that were enough to kill people, and reluctantly sat down at the dining table with the book in his arms.

The dining table is square, Gu Xinjie and Huo Zizhao have their own side, no matter how she sits, she has the scourge at hand.

It's a ...... feeling

She simply stretched out her right hand, covered half of her face in front of him, and silently wrote her homework.

Huo Zizhao just looked at the back of her little hand.

"What's wrong?" Gu Xinjie asked strangely.

"Teacher Gu, is Song Canran stimulated by anything, how can he write with his left hand?"

Gu Xinjie glanced at her calmly.

"Oh, when she was a child, she was playful and had nothing to do to mess with the big wolf dog that was tied to others, but she was bitten on her right hand, and all five fingers were almost useless, so she had to learn to do things with her left hand."

Listening to Gu Xinjie calmly talk about her black history, Song Canran wanted to cry without tears.

My own mother.

Can these childhood messes rot in the stomach?

No matter how you do, you can't tell outsiders.

Gu Xinjie left for a moment after finishing the topic, and Huo Zizhao's teasing voice immediately came: "Hehe, no wonder you bite people at every turn, it turns out to be a psychological shadow left by childhood." ”

Song Cangran covered her face tightly and decided to ignore her.

The little hand was hot, and he caught it suddenly.