After Tang Xiaowan laughed at herself, she hummed a little tune and left. She was jumping up and down the whole way, with the same tune and only one word.
"La la la, la la la, la la la la la; la la la, la la la, la la la la la..."
She didn't know what the song was called.
When Meiyuan was injured and comatose, it appeared once in Tang Xiaowan's dream. After waking up, she remembered it. Every time she hummed it, she felt particularly comfortable, as if her mother was accompanying her.
She didn't tell anyone about this, including Li Zishen.
Maybe, it really is a lullaby!
I look so cute. My mother must love me very much. She must often put me to sleep, tell me stories, and prepare delicious food for me.
Yes, that’s right, that’s definitely the case!
When Tang Xiaowan ran to the Foreign Languages School, Chen Yu was already waiting downstairs, holding a white plastic bag stuffed to the brim.
This is the express she just received last night.
"Xiaowan, do you have pink eye disease?"
Looking at Tang Xiaowan's big red eyes, Chen Yu felt a little distressed. He quickly took out a bottle of eye drops from his trouser pocket and handed it over.
She often stayed up late at night to check the source code of the website to see if there were any loopholes. Sometimes she would also hack into Song Jiaqi's phone to see if she was plotting anything bad.
Therefore, eye drops are a must-have item with you.
Tang Xiaowan stuck out her tongue at Chen Yu and made a face: "No, it's not necessary. A small flying insect just got in. I rubbed it and it's fine."
"Oh, that might be because your eyes are too big. Look at mine, they are so small that they can't even fly in."
"Nonsense, she's not small, she's very beautiful!"
Although Chen Yu's eyes are not as big as Tang Xiaowan's, they are very slender and very delicate. However, she lacks self-confidence and always mistakenly thinks that she is ugly and is not liked by boys.
When I heard the compliment, my face suddenly turned red, so I asked cautiously: "Xiao Wan, are you serious, are my eyes really not ugly?"
That look seemed to be seeking comfort, not happiness, but expectation.
"Well, it's really, really, truer than gold."
"I'm so happy, thank you Xiaowan."
"Fool, come on, come on, it's time to go to class."
"I almost forgot one thing. My mother sent the Qingtuan over. It arrived last night. There are six flavors in total. You can try it when you go back."
Tang Xiaowan's eyes suddenly lit up. She couldn't wait until she got home to eat. She immediately took the bag and said, "Wow, there are so many. Our mother is so kind. Say thank you for me."
"Let's eat after class. Let's go quickly."
"It's okay, don't delay, let's eat one first."
The two of them were chatting like this while rushing to the classroom.
Qingtuan is no longer a rare item for Chen Yu. After all, it can be eaten every week.
The reason why she was happy was just because they were sent by her mother, but she didn't know that this was what Tang Xiaowan envied her the most.
…
At 8:45 a.m., the bell rang, and the teacher left the classroom with his briefcase.
There are no consecutive classes today, which is good news for the students.
The boys rushed out of the classroom in a swarm, while the girls gathered in small groups to chat, gossiping about which classmate was punished by the teacher and which female celebrity was trending on the search results.
As soon as Song Jiaqi walked to the bathroom door, the phone rang. It was her father.
She guessed that Tang Xiaowan's bracelet must have had results, and quickly ran to the window to answer the question: "Dad, how are you? Is it fake?"
"The ruby is real, and it's expensive." There was a hint of excitement in his tone.
"Dad, are you right, Ruby?"
"What nonsense are you talking about? Your father and I have been certified by the state, how could I be wrong! What is the name of your classmate? If you build a good relationship with them later, you might be able to get your mother to take a big deal. Ask her... "
"Okay, I know, goodbye dad."
After answering the phone, Song Jiaqi felt a sudden feeling in her heart, including doubts, anxiety, and a little jealousy.
It was already the second week since school started, and I had always been curious about Tang Xiaowan's origins. Unfortunately, after asking around, no one knew her.
Apart from the label of transfer student, no one even knows his home address.
She can't really be some rich second generation, right?
She is indeed well dressed, with matching skirts and shoes, but there are only a few wealthy families in Jincheng. Have you ever heard from your mother that there is a person named Tang?
Wearing such expensive jewelry at such a young age, you really love to show off, what a rich second generation, and a mistress is more or less the same!
Song Jiaqi walked into the toilet with a bit of disdain.
Chen Siyao, who was washing her hands, saw that she was distracted and asked jokingly: "Hey, what are you thinking about? Are you thinking about that Li Zihan again? I advise you to stop thinking about it. It's definitely out of the question, hahaha."
"No, I'm not a rich second generation!"
"Hey, when did you become so self-aware? You don't have a fever or a cold, do you?"
Song Jiaqi smiled evilly and winked at Chen Siyao: "Do you know why Tang Xiaowan in our class doesn't have the same dress every day, and she returns the car to the car to pick her up and drop her off, making her look like a rich second generation?"
"Why?"
The two people spoke very loudly, as if they were afraid that other people in the toilet wouldn't be able to hear them.
"I heard she is a mistress."
As soon as the word "mistress" came out, several girls immediately aroused the interest. They gathered around Song Jiaqi and asked questions. They began to ask who Tang Xiaowan was?
The ruby bracelet and the off-road vehicle pick-up were also told with embarrassment.
"What, riding in the same car with Li Zihan?"
"The Li family is the most wealthy family in Jincheng. I heard that the gold bars are used to pave the floor. If you have an affair with him, why are you still a mistress? Are you crazy about money?"
"When school first started, I remember someone uploaded Li Zihan's sexy video, and it became a hit. Could it be Tang Xiaowan from your class?"
"Wow, nine rubies!"
"Who is she working as a mistress for? It can't be the old man Li Wanshan, the second in command of the Li family, right?"
"What an old man, if you have money, you will be a god!"
…
Several girls were chattering, and soon it was time for class, and the messy rumors were carried to other classes.
In less than ten minutes, the news about Tang Xiaowan being a mistress has been completely changed beyond recognition.
Song Jiaqi glanced at her phone: "Don't talk nonsense, how could Tang Xiaowan be the mistress?" 】
[Oh my god, I sent it to the wrong place. 】
[Sorry, sorry, withdraw immediately. 】
Three messages were sent to the class group one after another. She did it on purpose. She stayed there for a minute before withdrawing the content.
The third period is self-study. The teacher is giving a report, and almost half of the class is using their mobile phones, checking information, or chatting.
Several girls were shocked when they saw this specious news and sent private messages to Song Jiaqi.
[Why withdraw it? Who did you listen to? 】
[What did you just send, mistress? 】
[Is it the newly transferred girl, the one who memorized the essay last week? 】
However, at this time, Tang Xiaowan, who was the protagonist of the topic, was secretly eating Youth League, completely unaware that others were criticizing her.
