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"Oh?" The person on the other side frowned, "Who is so brave and dares to touch our grandma?"
"I don't know." Song Qinrong sat on the chair, took out an envelope and stuffed the pills in. "I took the medicine she was taking recently to make sure what kind of poison it was."
"Okay, then you send me the medicineforget it, I'll find a way to send someone to get it. Your grandma's house is in the capital, right?"
During the time when she was studying in S City, everything her grandma sent to Jiangning would be forwarded to S City intact by her mother. The second senior brother who has always been close to her has naturally seen the old address book with the word "Beijing" written on the express box.
"Um."
"Then you are in the capital now? I'll go! What's fun in the capital? Is there anything special besides having your father? If you were missing a father, you'd have told me earlier and I could be your father!"
Song Qinrong hung up the phone without hesitation.
Putting down her phone, she stood up and looked around. The room was not big, but it was tidied with great care, and the furniture was all brand new. When she opened the wardrobe, it was filled with new clothes that Zhao Shuying bought specially for her.
Grandma is really interested in her.
Song Qinrong's eyes swept over and settled in front of the full-length mirror next to her.
A tall and thin figure was reflected in the mirror. She had fair skin, a small face, and a pair of huge black square-framed glasses.
Song Qinrong raised her hand and took off her glasses. Suddenly, as if the dusty pearl had revealed its original appearance, the face that was originally just beautiful suddenly became bright and moving.
Without the obstruction of the glasses, those ink-jewel-like eyes were as bright as stars. With just a slight blink, they were like ripples in a lake of autumn water, shining brightly.
Looking at herself in the mirror, Song Qinrong looked indifferent and only stretched out her hands to rub the corners of her eyes and the bridge of her nose.
After wearing glasses for a day, I am really tired.
As the night gets darker, the old house regains its tranquility.
Song Qinrong had just returned to the house after washing up when she heard the sound of a car stalling outside the door.
It¡¯s Mr. Song, Song Hongtao, who is back.
Although he is nearly eighty years old and has white beard and hair, his body is very strong and there is wind under his feet when he walks.
"Has Aying fallen asleep?"
As soon as he entered the room, he lowered his voice and asked Mrs. Chen.
Mrs. Chen nodded and briefly explained how Zhao Shuying fell ill and woke up today.
Song Hongtao frowned after hearing this: "Why is the frequency of Aying's illness getting higher and higher?"
Fu Fu thought of something again and hurriedly asked: "Isn't she taking medicine properly when I'm not here?"
Mrs. Chen waved her hand: "That's not true. The second lady persuaded the old lady to take the medicine."
"Second Miss?" Song Hongtao was stunned for a moment, then his eyes were indifferent.
In fact, Zhao Shuying had already told him that Song Qinrong was coming, but he didn't have any feelings for this granddaughter who grew up in the country, so he didn't pay attention to her.
"Is she here?" Song Hongtao's tone was a little calm.
Mrs. Chen laughed along with her: "The second young lady is very lucky. She is very popular with the old lady as soon as she comes here. I heard that she will be arranged to go to school here tomorrow."
"Go to school?"
Doesn¡¯t that mean you have to live in the capital for a long time?
Thinking of this, Song Hongtao's expression became even colder: "She is smarter than her mother."
I know how to hug the Song family tightly and flatter Zhao Shuying. Being able to stay in the capital is better than being in the countryside.
Seeing that Song Hongtao looked unhappy, Mrs. Chen took the opportunity to tell the story about how Song Xiao's model was almost lost. At the end, she said with a smile: "Unexpectedly, we all misunderstood the second lady"
"Who knows if it was a misunderstanding." Song Hongtao frowned slightly, "Maybe it was that girl who hid the model."
He has seen many similar dirty tricks in wealthy families.
"Where does she live?" Song Hongtao asked again.
"The old lady asked us to clean up the guest room next to the third lady."
"And Yiyi lives next door?" Song Hongtao was stunned for a moment, then rubbed his brows irritably.
This was Zhao Shuying¡¯s order. Although he was dissatisfied, he did not dare to confront her at this time. But he was worried about Song Qinrong living next door to Song Yiyi.
"Find a locksmith to come tomorrow," he said after thinking for a while, "Let's change the lock on Yiyi's door to a stronger one."
That countryman from the province did something sneaky again.
The next morning.
Song Qinrong just walked out of the room,??I heard a clanking sound coming from next door.
"Good morning, Miss Second." Seeing her walking by, the maid on the side greeted her with a smile.
Song Qinrong glanced at the locksmith who was changing the locks and raised her eyebrows slightly: "Is the lock broken?"
The maid bit her lip in embarrassment and said "hmm" in a low voice.
The embarrassment of not knowing whether to tell the truth was written all over his face.
Song Qinrong smiled, not seeing the eighteen bends of the mountain road on her face.
When I went downstairs, the old man had already finished eating and returned to the house. When Zhao Shuying saw her granddaughter coming down, she happily gave her a piece of bread, some meat floss, bacon, poached eggs and the like: "Make whatever you want to eat."
Song Qinrong nodded, placed the slices of bread underneath, and began to layer her favorite foods into layers to make them into sandwiches.
When she looked at the bacon on the plate, she frowned and picked it aside.
"That's bacon. Have you never eaten it?" Song Xiao, who had taken a mouthful of bacon across from him, suddenly raised his head, with a familiar look of disdain for country people, "It's just a kind of meat, very delicious."
Does this mean she has never seen Bacon?
Song Qinrong didn't bother to explain, she just fiddled with the floss without raising her head.
Song Xiao thought he was right and let out a sarcastic "chi".
"Your cousin-in-law will be waiting for you at the entrance of the Affiliated Middle School." In order not to embarrass her granddaughter, Zhao Shuying changed the subject, "When the time comes, we will arrange for you to enter the international class. The study pressure will not be so great."
Everyone knows that in the attached middle school, Class F has the worst performance ranking, followed by Class E, an international class.
Song Yiyi on the side took the opportunity to push a stack of books at hand: "By the way, sister, these are the notes I used in my senior year of high school. I just asked someone to bring them from home this morning. You can use them."
Song Qinrong raised her eyebrows and saw an impeccable and gentle smile on her face.
"Thank you." She took the book.
"With Yiyi's notes here, Rongrong's study will definitely be fine." Zhao Shuying was particularly satisfied. She has always liked Song Yiyi's thoughtfulness and thoughtfulness.
Song Yiyi looked shy: "Notes are just a tool, the main thing is to rely on sister herself."
After breakfast, Uncle Zhang drove her to the entrance of the Affiliated Middle School, met Fang Yueling, and walked into the school director's office.
An old Mediterranean man sat at his desk, frowning slightly: "Do you want her to enter Class E?"
"Yes, third uncle." Fang Yueling stood aside, tall and straight, and her movements were elegant. "This way, Rongrong's college entrance examination pressure will not be too great."
"But¡¡"
Uncle Fang looked embarrassed. Just as he was about to speak, he heard someone next to him answer.
"But no matter how poor our grades are in Class E, it is an international class after all and is usually taught bilingually. This child comes from a place where the teaching quality is extremely poor. How can his English proficiency be good? Don't listen to it during class. I can¡¯t even understand it!¡± (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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