Chapter 225: You Little Slicker

A few people went to the monitoring room, and the master who managed the monitoring was really there.

In addition, the surveillance video was also called up, and there was sound in the video, which clearly recorded the fight between the children just now.

It is indeed as Song Yingrui said, it was Zhao Qingqing who occupied the slide and did not let everyone play, so Song Yingrui spoke out.

However, the fuse was not because of this slippery slide, but because Zhao Qingqing scolded Song Yingrui: "Uneducated things, there are parents who give birth to them, and they don't have parents to raise, get out." ”

Song Yingrui couldn't be angry, and returned the mouth: "Yes, yes, you have your parents and parents, and you also have parents to raise, and you raise them really well, like a pig." ”

Zhao Qingqing looks a little fat, a typical little fat man.

Zhao Qingqing heard that he was scolded, and he was angry and wanted to beat Song Yingrui, Song Yingrui was very agile, and he dodged Zhao Qingqing's attack at once.

Zhao Qingqing couldn't beat it, so he began to scold again: "No wonder your parents don't want you, little bastard, I'm going to fight with you." ”

Song Yingrui faced Zhao Qingqing's provocation, tilted his head and said: "Your parents don't want you, just fight, see who is great." ”

Before Zhao Qingqing could react, Song Yingrui's small fist had already hit Zhao Qingqing's nose.

Then the teacher came, saw Zhao Qingqing's nosebleed, and hurriedly sent him to the infirmary.

What happened next was that Zhao Qingqing's mother came to make trouble for medical expenses.

After watching the video, Zhao Qingqing's mother looked very ugly, blindly glaring at her son, her eyes full of blame.

Zhao Qingqing's little fat man was also a little afraid, afraid that his mother would beat him after she found out that she was lying, so he hid aside and didn't dare to meet his mother's gaze.

As soon as Song Yingrui revealed the truth, she raised her chin high, and let out a heavy "hum", her little face was triumphant.

When Liang Jincheng saw Song Yingrui's appearance, he liked it very much, and reached out and rubbed it on the child's head.

Song Yingrui was rubbed her head, her mood was even more comfortable, and she leaned against Liang Jincheng tightly.

The teacher's face was also a little stiff, after all, Song Yingrui was to blame for this matter, and said a little embarrassed: "Then since this matter is clear, Qingqing has nothing to do, Qingqing's mother will take Qingqing home, and now it's seven or eight o'clock." ”

The teacher is looking for a step down for himself, and also for Zhao Qingqing's mother.

After touching the steps, Zhao Qingqing's mother naturally responded, smiled twice at Liang Jincheng and Song Yixian, and then said to leave.

Song Yixian is not a generous person, but he is not so careful about such a trivial matter with a woman.

But when facing the teacher, Song Yixian was still a little displeased.

Intuition told Liang Jincheng that this teacher might suffer.

……

Song Yingrui followed Liang Jincheng and Song Yixian into the car together, and when he was in the car, Song Yingrui was also very sticky to Liang Jincheng.

"Little Orange, what kind of illness did you have before?" Song Yingrui's small body was lying on the back seat of the car.

The small head used Liang Jincheng's legs as a pillow, and his eyes were sparkling, particularly bright and beautiful.

Liang Jincheng put one hand on the little guy's stomach and the other hand on his head, pulling a handful of small curly hairs and playing with it.

Real hair is much softer than wigs, and Liang Jincheng can't put it down.

Liang Jincheng smiled lightly: "No, it's not very serious, it's better now." ”

The little guy sighed again about the scene when he was in the hospital, "It's so uncomfortable to be sick, I know, Xiaocheng has worked hard for you, I didn't understand you at that time, and I blamed you, it's me who is not good, I promise you that I will never leave you again, okay." ”

In a word, Liang Jincheng's heart was warm and a little distressed.

Although she didn't say anything to Song Yixian, that matter has been pressing on her heart, and she doesn't know how to solve it.

His eyes unconsciously put his eyes on the window, and he gently answered "um".

The little guy didn't feel anything wrong, as long as Xiao Cheng was around, he was happy.

But Song Yixian frowned, and observed Liang Jincheng's every move in the rearview mirror.

Isn't there still a way for her to let go of that person?

……

The car is not driving fast, at the point in time of rush hour.

Song Yingrui said in the car: "Little Orange, are you hungry?" ”

Liang Jincheng was not very hungry, but she must have known that the little guy was hungry before she asked, so he proposed: "Just eat nearby, is it okay?" ”

Song Yixian nodded and agreed.

Song Yixian generally will not refuse to accept the request made by SLR Liang Jincheng, unless it is an excessive request.

The car is now driving into the city center, and there are restaurants on the side of the road.

Song Yixian asked Liang Jincheng: "What do you want to eat?" ”

Liang Jincheng asked Song Yingrui: "What do you want to eat?" ”

Song Yingrui happened to see a KFC, so he muttered, "I want to eat that." ”

He fried chicken and wanted to eat KFC, but every time his father wouldn't bring him.

Today, when I saw my classmates eating this and smelling the fragrance, his saliva was going to flow down.

Liang Jincheng paused, didn't dare to respond directly to Song Yingrui, but looked at Song Yixian, who was sitting in front, and asked softly, "Is it okay?" ”

Song Yingrui also looked at Song Yixian in front of him expectantly, and whispered, "Dad, can I eat KFC?" ”

Song Yixian doesn't like these junk foods, Liang Jincheng and Song Yingrui know it.

But Song Yingrui really wants to eat it, and it smells really fragrant.

Rarely, Song Yixian nodded and agreed, and quickly drove the car to the underground parking garage of a nearby shopping mall.

When Song Yingrui got out of the car, she was in a particularly beautiful mood.

Not afraid of the cold winter, jump out of the car and start bouncing.

Holding Liang Jincheng with his left hand and Song Yixian with his right hand, he headed towards the gate of KFC.

When they entered KFC, the three of them sat down together, and the super large family bucket was placed in front of him, and Song Yingrui felt as if he had the whole world.

It's not real to be happy.

"Little Orange, I'm so happy now." The happiness of children is very simple, being with the people they like, eating what they like.

And the two adults, the two people who have already enjoyed the present time, have not so soft on their faces.

Each has its own agenda.

"Little orange, Dad, then you're welcome, I'm going to start eating."

The little one's eyes lit up and he was very excited to see the food.

Song Yingrui bit the chicken wings and ate them fragrantly.

Song Yixian doesn't like to eat this kind of fried food, and Liang Jincheng is not hungry in the first place, and he doesn't want to rush to eat it with the little guy.

Liang Jincheng wanted to drink some drinks, but as soon as he touched the cup, a chill spread to his heart, and the cola in his hand was added with ice.

She was cold herself, and she didn't want to drink cold, so her outstretched hand immediately retracted.

"Little Orange, can you eat a little too, this roasted wing can't be too delicious." Song Yingrui held the hand holding the chicken wings and handed them to Liang Jincheng's mouth.

Liang Jincheng felt that such a situation was not good and refused again, so he took the chicken wings from the child's hand and ate two bites.

Song Yingrui's mouth was full of oil, and he was happy to see Liang Jincheng eat it, so he handed the chicken leg he had bitten into and handed it to Song Yixian, "Dad, there is only one chicken leg, you can eat it." ”

Song Yixian glanced at his son very unceremoniously, with disdain and disgust, and only said, "You eat it yourself." ”

Song Yingrui smiled: "Dad, our family, what are you polite to me?" ”

Song Yixian snorted coldly, "You just treat me as polite." ”

Then Song Yixian ignored his son and got up and left his seat.

Song Yingrui saw that her father was leaving, so she put the chicken leg back to her mouth and snorted: "If you don't eat it, you won't eat it, what kind of handsomeness!" ”

Liang Jincheng thought that Song Yixian couldn't look down on his son's appearance, so he wanted to find a place to breathe, so he didn't ask much.

But when Song Yixian came back, he took a cup of hot milk in his hand and put it in Liang Jincheng's hand.

"Drink something hot."

The warm voice came into Liang Jincheng's ears, and Liang Jincheng looked at the hot milk, and was sincerely moved inexplicably.

"Okay, thank you."

Liang Jincheng replied like this, as if intentionally or unintentionally widened the distance between the two.

Politeness and politeness are reserved for outsiders, and simple and casual is the way to treat family members.

Song Yixian frowned slightly, looking at her, the emotion in his eyes was unknown.

Liang Jincheng picked up the milk, the milk is not sweet or light, the taste is just right, it is not hot or cold, it is easy to eat when it is warm, and it is left in the stomach, which is very warm.

As warm as the man in front of him.

……

Song Yingrui didn't notice it at all, and only stopped the movements on her hands and mouth until she couldn't eat her stomach.

A family bucket that a child can't eat.

Except for the chicken legs and chicken wings, the little guy gnawed cleanly, the other things are just in an incomplete state.

Three or two burgers, he only took a few bites of the meat inside, and the other corn on the cob, mashed potatoes, and red bean pie were also ruined.

The little guy is greasy on his mouth and hands.

Song Yixian looked at Song Yingrui, still looking disgusted.

Song Yingrui explained unhurriedly: "Dad, I know you dislike me very much, but I have always been a child, you can't be too strict with me, when I grow up a little more, I won't be like this." ”

Liang Jincheng smiled and stretched out his hand to help Song Yingrui wipe his mouth, Song Yingrui said: "Xiaocheng, you are so good, much better than my father, why are you so gentle and considerate." ”

Song Yingrui's kung fu is also amazing.

Liang Jincheng hooked the little guy's nose, "You little slippery head." ”

Song Yingrui hugged Liang Jincheng's arm and said coquettishly: "Oh, what people say is the truth, Xiaocheng, I like you so much." ”

Song Yixian enjoyed this moment very much, and his son and wife were by his side.

He felt very warm, and his expression softened.

Just suddenly, Song Yingrui exclaimed, "Ah! ”

Liang Jincheng and Song Yixian were both shocked.

"Ying Rui, what's wrong?"

Song Yingrui's eyes widened, and her eyes looked straight ahead.

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