After the Devil Became a Little Pitiful - Chapter 11

?? Xiao Wang:? ? ? ?

?? Think of this as a vegetable market? Xiao Wang was full of question marks, but it was his own leader who wanted strawberries after all, so he had to swallow the 10,000-character science popularization with tears.

?? Song Tang got the strawberry and went home. It was late at night. She moved very lightly. She changed her shoes in the hallway, without slippers, and stepped on the wooden floor.

?? The light in the reception room is on, a warm yellow piece, and on the sofa is a plump puppet cat, licking its paws like a lady, and her eyes with eyeliner look at Song Tang casually, and then pay attention. Continue to put it on the pink jiojio.

?? Ragdoll Cat: “Meow” you who are you.

?? Song Tang will only show her soft and well-behaved side in front of He Qingyu, and she has no affinity when she puts down her smile on weekdays. The inorganic eyes are indifferent, and the corners of the mouth that resist everything seems to be unwelcome to any good things in this world. , I thought I was rushing to the funeral just by looking at the expression.

?? The puppet cat saw Song Tang coming, put away his lazy posture, arched up guard, the hair on his back stood up, and as Song Tang moved forward silently, the kitten screamed sadly. , Hide under the sofa.

?? Song Tang put the strawberry on the coffee table, stood there for a while, and hesitated: “It’s nice to meet you. I will be a family in the future, but since you don’t like me, I didn’t say anything before.”

?? Ragdoll Cat: “…” Is this person’s brain sick?

?? There is only a small night light in the house, and walking slowly to the bedroom, He Qingyu has fallen asleep, half of his face is buried in the pillow, breathing is gentle, without the intimidating aura in the day, becoming extra soft, one The crow-like eyelashes quivered with breathing, and the throat rumbling from time to time, I must be dreaming.

?? Song Tang stood by the door and looked at it for a long time, remembering that this woman hardly slept before two o’clock in the morning. It seemed that she had changed her temper since that night.

?? Is it really because you like yourself?

?? Song Tang looked down and put the washed strawberries on the head of He Qingyu’s bed, gently closed the door and went out.

?? Song Tang returned to her room and dragged out the suitcase hidden deep in the closet. The luggage from the previous rental house had not been opened these days. She licked her lips and pulled the suitcase away.

?? The change of laundry was hurriedly stuffed and stacked in it, and it was not carefully organized. Most of them were cheap goods bought at random on the street. Now it is not appropriate to wear them out. She plans to find some time to throw away all these clothes.

?? With the unfolding of the clothes, not only the personal clothes but also the water bills that have just been paid are hidden in the coats. The two-month water and electricity bills do not exceed 100 yuan, which shows that a person can live a life. Save more.

?? Song Tang carefully smoothed the wrinkles on the two bills and clamped it with the notebook in the file bag. When doing these things, he was very careful. Putting it together with the water and electricity is an emerald necklace.

?? The drop-shaped emeralds the size of a thumb knuckle are inlaid on a support covered with diamonds. The shape of the chain is designed as a ribbon, which can often be hung on the back, making it even more luxurious.

?? This is a gift my mother left for her.

?? is a favorite necklace of mother during her lifetime.

?? Song Tang spent a busy day outside, but when she got home, she was even more excited. She picked up a pen and spread out a stack of paper on the desk. She dropped a person’s name “Song Yunqi” with every stroke until the tip of the pen slightly differentiated. Just give up with the fork.

?? It was written over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over the whole piece of paper. At first glance, it was full of “Song Yunqi” with different shades of ink. Her eye sockets were filled with bloodshot eyes, her brows were tightly creased, and her fingertips holding a fountain pen were white and sweat It drips from the temples on the clothes, forming a dark mark.

?? This is her mother’s name.

?? Song Tang’s father was a patriarch, and his mother was the real young lady of a wealthy family. She wanted to marry her father for love, but she did not expect to end up with a nervous breakdown, heart failure, and death in the hospital.

?? The doctor diagnosed that it was a complication caused by heart disease, but the root cause must be understood by her stepmother better.

?? The marriage contract between Song Tang and He Qingyu was brought up by his mother. He Qingyujia readily agreed and became a baby. The two grew up together, but with the death of Song Tang’s mother, his status in the family plummeted. Obviously, both of them came from closely-matched families, but in the end, in the eyes of others, their status was very different, and it seemed that they were not compliant with the rules.

?? Song Tang crumpled the paper full of mother’s name into a ball and threw it in the trash can.

?? She is not an emotional person, she will not do fierce things simply to avenge her mother.

?? “A stupid woman who doesn’t know people.” She sneered in a low voice.

?? Ever since my mother died, she was bullied at school, ridiculed by her stepmother and sister at home, and even the hired nanny had been face to face and behind her back, disgusting, so disgusting.

?? He Qingyu is the only shining light in her life from adolescence to youth, but as the number of people around her sister increases, her sister spends less and less time watching him, her gaze has changed from friend* to disgust. Looks like a smelly mouse.

?? Song Tang sat at the desk until 5 o’clock in the morning, stood up suddenly, walked to the door of He Qingyu’s room, opened the door hard, and saw that she was still acting as before.

?? Her cheeks are abnormally crimson, wheezing, panting, “Sister should get up.” She said in He Qingyu’s ear.

?? He Qingyu naturally can’t hear who is a dead pig, Song Tang leaned down and pinched her chin with one hand, forcing her to open her mouth.

?? He Qingyu: “!!!” “What did the system go crazy in the morning?!”

?? System: “You shouldn’t wake up a juvenile system to look at the mosaics and blacken you out.”

?? Song Tang took advantage of He Qingyu’s mouth, and stuffed the palm-sized bright red strawberry in her mouth. The pink strawberry juice ran down the corner of her mouth, and the sweet taste was mixed by the breath of the two people, and the flesh It was too late to swallow the batter and it was full of fruity aromas.

?? In the dimly lit room, He Qingyu was fixed on the head of the bed, Song Tang opened her mouth and forcibly fed a strawberry in. He Qingyu couldn’t breathe, and his throat was about to be blocked by the strawberry.

?? He Qingyu said to the vicissitudes of the system: “I have never eaten so many strawberries in my life. Strawberries are really **** expensive now. It’s nice to be a rich person.”

?? System: “Do you want to eat a strawberry-flavored lollipop?”

?? He Qingyu: “I wanted to eat before, but now I want to vomit.”

?? Song Tang looked dark, and whispered: “Why didn’t my sister eat my strawberries? Are the strawberries not delicious? I brought them back to my sister, or did I say that my sister doesn’t like my things?”

?? He Qingyu: I feel that this child has logic problems.

?? System: Fortunately, at least the upper mosaic is not the lower mosaic.

?? He Qingyu: Maade, all of you are not normal.

?? He Qingyu has tears in her eyes and whine from her throat, fragile like a dying lotus…

?? Song Tang licked the corners of her red eyes, and said dumbly: “Why didn’t my sister speak anymore? My sister is the only thing I want, don’t you want to disappoint me too?”

?? He Qingyu looked at her beggingly, her throat hurting from the strawberry seeds, and smiled sadly: “Strawberries are very sweet, I like them very much.”