After I died, the male supporting characters all turned black and went crazy

The voice of Calabash Brothers made Su Ping's hands and feet go cold, and at the same time, he felt a wave of powerlessness in his heart, the kind of fate that a character in a novel can only be controlled by the plot.

"Thank you, that's thoughtful. Yichen, find a vase and pick out a few nice ones to grow."

After a stalemate of about ten seconds, Zhen Xiang withdrew her gaze from Song Yifei. There was a smile on her face, but the smile did not reach her eyes.

Song Yifei let her hands hang down at her sides, feeling somewhat helpless.

Was it her imagination? Yichen's mother didn't seem to like her very much.

Seeing that the situation was not right, Su Ping took Song Yifei's arm and walked upstairs.

"Let me do it. Brother Yichen, you can accompany Aunt Zhen. I remember there's a beautiful vase sitting idle in the corner of the second floor."

"Hahaha, girl, you're always thinking about all the good things."

Zhen Xiang's heartfelt laughter came from behind, full of doting, completely different from the forced smile just now.

Song Yifei pursed her lips. It was hard for her not to think too much about this discriminatory attitude.

But then she thought that Su Ping had grown up under her watch, so naturally she, who had just met him for the first time, could not compare to him.

"Sister Yifei?"

Su Ping's voice brought her back to her senses and she shook her head.

Pingping is fine now, why would she think that?

"Just sit here and wait for me. I'll go get a pair of scissors and fill the vase with water."

After going up to the second floor, Su Ping took Song Yifei to the balcony, where there was a large table, which was just convenient for them to arrange the flowers.

Looking at her back, Song Yifei fell into deep thought again.

At Yichen's house, Pingping felt like she was back home.

After all, it’s a relationship between childhood sweethearts. Does Yi Chen really treat Pingping as a sister as he said?

Song Yifei was shocked by this absurd thought and quickly shook her head.

Su Ping came back and found that Song Yifei's face looked even worse than before. He knew that she was bothered by what Zhen Xiang had just said.

"Sister Yifei, Aunt Zhen's words are just like that. She doesn't have any bad intentions. When I was a child, she often complained that I made her house dirty every time I came."

Knowing that Su Ping was comforting her, Song Yifei smiled and shook her head, indicating that she didn't care.

But, do you really not care?

She herself doesn't know.

When the two returned to the first floor, they found that Zhen Xiang and Xu Yichen seemed to have had an argument. Neither side was willing to give in and looked very unhappy.

"I think you're just blinded by greed. Ping and you grew up together, and both of our parents wanted you to get married. Why are you so desperate?"

"Mom, I said I just treat Xiaoping as my sister. Why do you and Dad force me to do this?"

"How is this forcing you? Think about it carefully. When you graduate and take over the company, what can she bring to you?"

Oops!

Su Ping wanted to rush over and cover their mouths. Wouldn’t this just lead the fuse to her?

Song Yifei beside him remained silent, and her mood, which had just improved, became depressed again.

The fight between the two became more and more intense. Su Ping cleared his throat and shouted, and the sound could be heard across the street.

"Aunt Zhen! Where should I put this vase?"

Zhen Xiang was startled by her and choked on the words she was about to say, and she couldn't remember what she was going to say.

"Just put it on this table."

After the meal, the atmosphere became eerily quiet.

Zhen Xiang ate a few bites of food and then said she felt uncomfortable in her head. She went back to her room to rest. I don’t know if it was because of her yelling just now, but she didn’t even eat the cake.

Xu Yichen secretly glanced at Song Yifei several times, but she just buried her head in eating the plate of shredded potatoes in front of her.

"Yifei, try it..."

He was about to pick up a chicken leg for her when he saw Song Yifei put down her chopsticks: "I'm full."

Su Ping, who was eating, felt a pair of chopsticks extended to her, and then a chicken leg was thrown heavily into her bowl.

No, what do you mean to me?

Am I also a part of your play?

Song Yifei looked at Xu Yichen in disbelief, her eyes becoming redder and redder. She had already been wronged, and now she couldn't hold it in any longer.

"Sister Yifei, I think you two can sit down and have a good chat..."

Before Su Ping finished speaking, he saw Song Yifei stand up suddenly.

"Pingping, I'm going home first."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Looking at Xu Yichen's back as he chased out, Su Ping shook his head, and the food in the bowl no longer smelled good.

Sin ah.

The next day, Su Ping was woken up by the alarm clock.

Sure enough, the most powerful day is Monday.

There were a few people standing there at the bus stop, waiting for the bus.

The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and no one wants to gather together, so they stand as far away from each other as possible.

The driver opened the bus door and a heady gust of hot air hit me in the face.

Su Ping almost vomited out the leftover food and walked to the car while enduring the discomfort.

In the car, Song Yifei sat by the window, Xu Yichen sat next to her, and Song Qi sat behind them.

Song Qi's eyes showed his dislike for Xu Yichen without any disguise. Last night, his sister locked herself in the room after returning from his place, and refused to eat dinner or open the door. Her eyes were swollen this morning, and she must have cried secretly all night.

And this guy actually had the audacity to come to me this morning.

The atmosphere was a bit weird. If she had known, she wouldn't have come.

Song Qi saw Su Ping getting into the car from outside and reluctantly moved his legs to the outside.

Did this little pervert finally find his conscience?

Su Ping was a little flattered. When she passed by Xu Yichen, she greeted him: "Brother Yichen, Sister Yifei, good morning."

Song Yifei was obviously thinking about something. When she heard the voice, she withdrew her gaze from the window, nodded, and smiled a little forcedly.

"Senior, why don't you say good morning to me?"

After Su Ping sat down, Song Qi turned around and rested his elbows on Su Ping's chair, asking casually.

This little pervert is so moody, who knows if he's joking or not.

Su Ping smiled at him and took out some cooked corn from her schoolbag and gave it to him as if it were a routine matter.

"Good morning, Xiao Song. Today's breakfast is sweet corn."

Song Qi's gaze moved down to her fingers holding the corn. Under the sunlight, her slender and tender fingers looked like white onions, which was very appetizing to look at.

He just looked at it for a while without moving.

The car started and their shoulders bumped against each other from time to time, but they didn't feel hot at all.

Su Ping opened the transparent bag, and immediately the aroma of corn emanated, accompanied by bursts of hot steam.

"Take a bite, I'm not kidding, it's really sweet."

Su Ping held the corn in front of Song Qi and counted down in her mind. Haha, she was the clown again.

Song Qi's eyelashes trembled, and he opened his mouth and took a bite as if possessed by a ghost.

???

Su Ping was startled and almost dropped the corn. Fortunately, Song Qi grabbed her hand in time and prevented the corn from falling.