Report to the president, Mr. Ben Miao does not warm the bed

"It's okay, I'll go, do grandpa and grandma know you're back?" Xin Furong asked, changing the topic.

"I know, Sister Furong, I'm going to the academy now, and I'll contact you later, okay?"

"Well, okay, goodbye." Xin Furong waited until the other side said goodbye, then hung up the phone. She stopped in the middle of the road and stared blankly for a few seconds, until the sound of a car's horn came from behind her. , she wiped her eyes, smiled and left.

For eight years, their siblings have been separated for eight years. It's great to be able to meet again. She also believes that Miao Miao is so cute, she will definitely make her brother fall in love with her...

Here, Xin Furong was full of good wishes, but Ru Mengqi, who was thousands of miles away, hung up the phone with a sneer.

these years.

She refrained from saying anything, staying in this strange country for so many years was not in vain, she knew that the nightmare eight years ago could not be played again, but so what?She still has thousands of ways to make Xin Miaomiao die earlier than in her previous life!

In this life, she will let her taste all the pain she suffered in the previous life.

"Kiki?"

When Ru Mengqi fell into her own thoughts, a man's worried voice came from beside her. Ru Mengqi raised her head and looked at her suffocatingly beautiful face, and she was immediately fascinated by her.

She stretched out her hand, gently took the other's hand, and smiled like an angel: "You will help me, right?"

"Kiki..."

-

Two days later.

Xin Miaomiao's illness this time was just a cold and fever. After that dangerous night, she was fine. Yang Rong kept her by her side to take care of her for a day, and sent her to school the next day.

Xin Miaomiao is only mentally impaired, and her intelligence is the same as that of a normal person. She has been in the first grade of junior high school since she was in Kindergarten in Sting.

From kindergarten to first year of junior high school, she has only had one deskmate, Tang Qiaoqiao.

Now she is sitting beside Tang Qiaoqiao, grabbing his arm with her two little paws, and shaking it vigorously: "Qiaoqiao, what gift do you want to give Qiqi?"

Ever since she knew that Mo Ziqi's birthday would be in a few days, the little girl became distressed, especially when Yang Rong told her specifically that she didn't know what to do if she wanted to give Qiqi a gift.

"What to give? You don't need to give anything." A slender and delicate hand stretched out, and opened the little claws that were clinging to him in disgust.

Xin Miaomiao pouted dissatisfiedly, looked up this finger, saw that handsome face, her big eyes immediately became bright again.

Tang Qiaoqiao is two years older than her, and is now 14 years old. If Xin Miaomiao is a little person made of glutinous rice dumplings, then Tang Qiaoqiao is the complete opposite of her image.

Although he is only 14 years old now, he is tall and thin, with a handsome appearance. He often wears a pure white shirt. Skin as delicate as porcelain made the little girl beside her almost drooling.

The narrow and stern eyes swept casually, and it even made many little girls around turn red. Even if everyone knew that she was a girl, they would still be confused by her uneasy behavior. After all, many boys in the first grade of junior high school are still short. How many of the short and stubby ones have Tang Qiaoqiao's demeanor?

It is only natural that a group of young girls who are in love are fascinated.