Chapter 33
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Huo Yunque closed the file and said, "Huo Qi …"
"Yes! What can I do for you, sir? "
"Go …" The man paused and looked to the right. Finally, his eyes landed on a shop decorated in a bourgeois style. "Buy her a drink."
"Huh? For who? "Huo Qi was stunned and didn't react.
As soon as he finished speaking, he met the man's cold eyes. Huo Qi suddenly understood.
"Sir, are you referring to Miss Song?" He immediately pushed the door open and got out of the car. He jogged back and asked, "Sir, what flavor do you want?"
Flavor?
Huo Yunque pinched the prayer beads on his wrist. His fringe swept over his eyes and the shadow on his nose bridge.
After a long while, she faintly spat out two words, "Sweet."
Huo Qi staggered and felt the coldness on Sir's body getting stronger. He quickly turned and ran.
He was an idiot. Sir had never touched drinks before. How could he distinguish the different flavors of milk tea?
Huo Qi followed the order and brushed past a boy holding a cup of milk tea.
He naturally didn't notice that the boy was holding the milk tea and looking at the school gate. When he saw a pretty figure, his eyes lit up and he quickly ran to the girl.
"Song Jingwan!"
Song Yaoyao heard the noise and didn't even bat an eyelid.
She stared at the ground and saw an ant shuttling through the crowd.
Song Jingwan combed her long hair that was messed up by the wind and looked in the direction of the sound with a smile. When she saw that it was her classmate, her smile deepened. "Student Meng? Why are you looking for me? "
Meng Hang looked at her smiling face in a daze, his face flushed red. He held the milk tea and handed it to her. "Please, please have some milk tea."
"Wow!"
Song Jingwan blinked and was a little surprised. "Are you buying it for me?"
She took it with a smile. She knew what he was thinking, but she pretended not to understand. "Thank you. I'll treat you another day."
"No, no need! As long as you like it. Then — see you tomorrow! "The boy blushed and quickly finished his sentence. Then, he ran away with his hands and feet.
"Tsk —"
As soon as the boy left, Song Jingwan sneered and played with the milk tea in her hand in disdain.
"Hey, this is for you." She handed the milk tea to Song Yaoyao as if she was giving alms.
Song Yaoyao looked up and stared into Song Jingwan's eyes. "Someone gave it to you."
"I know, but so what? Do I have to drink milk tea every time someone gives me? You'll get fat. " Song Jingwan smiled hypocritically, with a hint of complacency in her eyes. "Besides, when people gave me milk tea in the past, didn't they always give it to you?"
Song Yaoyao hugged her schoolbag. She couldn't understand Song Jingwan's behavior.
"You will suffer retribution for ruining other people's good intentions."
After she finished speaking, she turned her head and continued to look at the ground. However, the ants were already gone.
Song Jingwan was born with a silver spoon in her mouth and was doted on by her parents since she was young. She had everything she wanted. However, Song Yaoyao didn't see any outstanding qualities in her. Instead, she was full of hypocrisy and harshness.
Her worldview had long been skewed to the bone.
"Retribution? Okay, I'll wait! You want to win my heart with a cup of milk tea? You're too naive. " Song Jingwan was disdainful and glanced at Song Yaoyao. "Are you going to drink the milk tea or not? If not, I'll —"
"Miss Song!"
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