Chapter 20: The fickle menstrual period
It turned out that she didn't hurt because of a bad stomach at all, but because her aunt came, and this time she was embarrassed and thrown into the hospital.
"Hey, Song Shishi, you wait, what are you doing so fast?"
Song Shishi recalled the doctor's indescribable ridicule, and the anger in his heart kept rushing upward, and suddenly stopped and turned around, and someone crashed into his arms.
"Right...... Sorry, I didn't mean to! β
Tang Qingcheng looked up at his good-looking face and apologized, thinking in his heart that he was going to die.
Sure enough, Song Shishi grabbed her collar, and her mother glared at her fiercely, "Tang Qingcheng, do you have the tofu scum in your head?" I don't remember my menstrual period, and I asked me to accompany you to embarrass me. β
The menstrual period is too fickle, if you are in a good mood, you will be early, if you are in a bad mood, you will be later, and she will never report on time, Tang Chengcheng can't predict it at all, she said innocently, "Big brother, don't get excited, let go of your hand first, okay?" β
Eldest brother! Teacher! Song Shishi, what kind of way is this girl? The atmosphere of the rivers and lakes is so serious.
Song Shishi let go of her displeased cold snort and continued to move forward, Tang Qingcheng pursued to grab his arm and said weakly, "Big brother, don't be angry, I didn't know that the eldest aunt would be three days early, I'm sorry,"
"Release!"
"It's okay to let go, you have to lend me some money,"
"What for?"
"Buy an aunt's towel!"
Song Shishi was completely speechless, sighed helplessly, and then gave her a hundred.
An hour later, in the living room, Song Shishi watched the news, because Tang Tingcheng wanted to buy his aunt's towel, he left her in the small supermarket near the villa, twenty minutes have passed, why hasn't anyone come back?
"Song Shishi, you guy with no conscience, actually kicked me out of the car, causing me to almost get lost."
Hearing the indignant voices coming from the garden, he calmed down and continued to read the news headlines on his phone.
Tang Tingcheng walked into the living room, and Song Shishi saw at a glance that she was holding a pot of cactus balls in her hand, dead girl, what are you doing with this thing?
"Song Shishi, do you think this looks good?"
Tang Qingcheng walked up to him and asked a little proudly, isn't it just a pot of broken cactus? Holding it in his hand like a baby, Song Shishi said coldly, "It's okay!" β
"That's good, he'll love it,"
He?
Song Shishi put down his phone, looked at her and asked, "You want to give this away?" β
"Well, Zhou Yueming reads books for so long every day, I buy potted green plants for him to protect his eyes, and I look at it when I'm tired,"
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Dead girl, who has a fiancΓ©, is still in the twilight, and sure enough, she is a who loves one.
"Tang Qingcheng, you have a brain disease, right? Cactus balls are piercing when they look at them, buy pots of pothos to protect your eyes, right? β
"Really?"
Tang Tingcheng expressed doubts, he stared at the cactus for a long time, but he didn't feel dazzling at all.
"Of course, do I have to lie to you?"
"Okay, it's a pity that there are no pothos to sell in the small supermarket at all, hey, I wasted my money in vain, so I'll give it to you!"
Tang Chengcheng was very discouraged, the gift she had spent so much effort to choose was actually useless, she threw the cactus ball to Song Shishi very casually, and then went upstairs in a huff.
Song Shishi was angry, did she treat him as a trash can? He threw him things that others didn't want, and in a fit of rage, he threw the cactus ball into the trash.