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    The bell rang, and another physics class was over.

    Fu Sichen did not call Song Qinrong away as usual, but gave Fu Yan a meaningful look before leaving.

    At that glance, even Song Qinrong, who was immersed in painting, could feel the chill inside with just her hair.

    Fu Yan trembled like a pitiful drowned dog on the spot.

    "Rong, Sister Rong."

    Tang Xin was still in the hospital and the seat was vacant. He simply climbed up a level and sat in Tang Xin's seat with a smile like an October chrysanthemum. "Brother, I have a heartfelt request."

    "If you have something to say, say it quickly, and if you have something to say, hurry up." Xu Xiaonan walked over and happened to hear this sentence, and was so embarrassed that he interrupted.

    "What's the matter with you? Go away!"

    Fu Yan raised his eyes and glared at him, then turned to face Song Qinrong, and immediately changed his face and put on a chrysanthemum-like smile.

    "Sister Rong, that's right. Next Saturday is my birthday party Do you think you can give me some face and spare some time to come?"

    "Birthday party?" Song Qinrong paused her painting hand and frowned.

    She has a good memory.  When I checked Fu Yan before, I saw his birthday.

    "Isn't your birthday in May?"

    It¡¯s only the end of March!

    "How did you know?"

    Fu Yan blurted out the question instinctively, and then a moment of embarrassment flashed across his face.

    He scratched the back of his head, and his brain was working hard: "Just, my grandma is quite impatient. She said she wanted to eat cake, so she asked me to get one in advance"

    "oh?"

    Song Qinrong paused with the brush in her hand, and pushed the brush out with her plain white fingertips.

    As the paintbrush fell on the table, there was a "click" sound.

    Fu Yan felt like his little heart had been knocked.

    Song Qinrong raised the corners of her lips and looked at him with a half-smile: "Celebrate your birthday a month early just to let your grandma, who is over eighty years old and probably suffers from high blood lipids and high blood sugar, eat cake?"

    Looking at Song Qinrong¡¯s smile.

    Fu Yan¡¯s scalp felt numb.

    ??????????????????????????????????? Fu Shiying, who was wrapped as a mummy, was lying in a single ward in a hospital at this moment in his mind.

    ¡°Maybe, getting beaten up isn¡¯t so bad after all.

    ??At least you can still be alive.

    But you dare to lie in front of Sister Rong

    It¡¯s hard to say what the form of survival is!

    Xu Xiaonan leaned over his big head and looked at Fu Yan as if he were a fool: "The fifth young master of the Fu family is actually reduced to having to celebrate his birthday a month in advance?

    ¡°Tsk, tsk, tsk, Aunt Rong, you must not go!  I see there is some kind of conspiracy going on here!  "

    Fu Yan couldn't help but squint his eyes.

    Why is this fool so smart today?

    But under Song Qinrong¡¯s understanding gaze, he soon became sweating profusely.

    "Canwhat kind of conspiracy can there be! You say that I am the fifth young master of the Fu family. I am a dandy from a big family. I can celebrate my birthday whenever I want. You can control it"

    "OK."

    Before he could finish compiling his reasons, Song Qinrong had already faintly spoken.

    Fu Yan was stunned immediately and rubbed his ears: "Sister Rong, what did you say?"

    Song Qinrong smiled, her usually peaceful eyes now opened in a pleasant arc: "I said, I'll go."

    "Wow!"

    Fu Yan was so happy that she jumped up on the spot with excitement.

    It made everyone in the class cast curious glances.

    Song Qinrong was about to stop her when her cell phone suddenly rang.

    She got up and walked out, then answered: "What's wrong?"

    "Ms. Song," a respectful male voice said from the opposite side, "Ms. Tang Qingqing, you are starting to move." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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