Brother Xia's favorite

Zhou Xiaoguo didn't dare to be too obvious. One was that Zhou Mao would stare at him and ask repeatedly every time he came home late, and the other Zhou Xiaoguo didn't dare to let Song Chen notice his thoughts.So Zhou Xiaoguo only deliberately delayed going back once or twice every ten days and a half months, just to rub the back seat of Song Chen's car.

Such a frequency would naturally not arouse Song Chen's doubts. Every time Song Chen met Zhou Xiaoguo who came back late, he would definitely try his best to send Zhou Xiaoguo to the fork in the road.Although Song Chen still wanted to send Zhou Xiaoguo downstairs, Zhou Xiaoguo always jumped out of the car in a panic, blushing and waving at Song Chen repeatedly: "No need, Chenchen, I'll just turn around and we'll be there. Go back quickly, my brother will be waiting for me in front."

Song Chen looked at the lights in front of him and nodded: "Okay, I'll watch you pass."

Zhou Xiaoguo's heart was beating like a deer, and she was so nervous that she couldn't even go on the road. She dawdled awkwardly to the corner, then turned her head and waved to Song Chen with a sweet smile: "Chenchen, I'm leaving , thank you for taking me back."

Song Chen saw that Zhou Xiaoguo was almost home, so he changed the direction of the bicycle and rode back quickly towards another fork in the road.

Zhou Xiaoguo was still squatting in the corner watching Song Chen secretly, when suddenly someone slapped him heavily on the shoulder, almost scaring Zhou Xiaoguo who was concentrating on it into a scream.Zhou Xiaoguo flicked his hair and turned his head abruptly. Zhou Maozheng's eyes widened and he followed Zhou Xiaoguo's gaze to look forward in doubt.

"Who are you looking at, Guoguo?" Zhou Mao blinked his small eyes and asked Zhou Xiaoguo, "Who did you talk to just now? Who sent you back?"

Zhou Xiaoguo didn't say a word, stood up and carried her schoolbag and wanted to sneak upstairs.Zhou Mao grabbed Zhou Xiaoguo's wrist, frowned and asked Zhou Xiaoguo sternly: "Did that kid Song Chen send you back?"

Zhou Xiaoguo tried to shake Zhou Mao's hand away with a stern face, but Zhou Mao's grip was very tight, Zhou Xiaoguo struggled for a while but couldn't break free, so he confronted Zhou Mao panting: "What's wrong with Chenchen sending me back? People think it’s not safe for me to come back alone, so what’s wrong with kindly giving me a ride?”

"Who wants him to be kind?" Zhou Mao grabbed Zhou Xiaoguo heavily, and Zhou Xiaoguo staggered and almost fell to the ground. Before Zhou Xiaoguo could stabilize his figure, Zhou Mao reprimanded him angrily, "Guoguo How many times have I told you, stay away from that kid! You used to listen to my brother, but now because of Song Chen, how many times have you talked back to me? Can we still have a good talk? Say Well, why did you come back so late today? You didn't mean to wait for Song Chen on purpose, did you?"

Zhou Xiaoguo said stubbornly: "I didn't! I just left some questions that I didn't understand and asked the teacher for a while! Brother, can you leave me alone? How old am I? Why do I have to listen to everything? your?"

Zhou Mao slapped his thigh angrily: "I don't care about anything else! But if you like Xia Yifeng and his brother, you just can't!"

Zhou Xiaoguo was also very aggrieved, tears overflowed as soon as her eyes turned red, she stretched out her hand and pushed Zhou Mao's chest hard, then wiped away her tears and rushed back upstairs.Zhou Mao calmed down after being blown by the night wind, but Zhou Mao didn't know how to talk to Zhou Xiaoguo, let alone mention the matter between Xia Yifeng and Song Chen.Zhou Mao was very melancholy and couldn't think of a good way, so he could only watch Zhou Xiaoguo more closely.

But Zhou Xiaoguo can always catch the opportunity and find an excuse to go home late, and the more Zhou Mao suppressed, the more Zhou Xiaoguo resisted. After that, not only quietly waited for Song Chen to pick him up at the intersection, but also took the time to make pastries for Song. Chen eats.

Song Chen didn't want to accept it. Recently, Zhou Xiaoguo's behavior was quite obvious. Song Chen was more or less aware of it, but he was too embarrassed to directly slap Zhou Xiaoguo's face.

"I'm full of Guoguo." Song Chen shook his head while pedaling, "I don't want to eat, you can take it back to your brother."

Zhou Xiaoguo insisted: "I still have some at home, Chenchen, take it home and eat slowly, and I didn't let you finish it now."

Song Chen coughed twice, wanting to remind Zhou Xiaoguo, but felt that he hadn't said anything, maybe he was thinking too much, if Zhou Xiaoguo misunderstood, both sides would be very embarrassed.Song Chen thought about it for a while, and planned to avoid Zhou Xiaoguo tactfully: "Guoguo, I don't have to wait for my brother after class, I will come back earlier, and I may not be able to meet you if you leave late. Let’s go home early with your classmates, it’s safer on the road.”

Zhou Xiaoguo on the back seat of the car didn't speak, but his hands on Song Chen's waist tightened tightly. After a while, Song Chen felt Zhou Xiaoguo's face pressed against his back.

The worry in Song Chen's heart increased. Song Chen really didn't want to lose Zhou Xiaoguo as a friend. Song Chen quickly pedaled the car to the fork in the road, then jumped out of the car and looked at Zhou Xiaoguo and nodded: "It's here, Guoguo, go back quickly Bar."

Zhou Xiaoguo sat on the back seat of the car without moving, staring at Song Chen flickeringly with big eyes, Song Chen frowned unobtrusively, and just wanted to remind Zhou Xiaoguo to go home quickly, but Zhou Xiaoguo spoke first.

"Chenchen." Zhou Xiaoguo blushed and lowered her eyes, "Why don't I take your car at the gate of the school after school and come back together?"

Song Chen resolutely refused: "I don't know when I will leave. Don't wait for me. It's lively and safe for you to walk with your classmates. Why take my car?"

Zhou Xiaoguo lowered his head in disappointment, and put the pastry box in Song Chen's bicycle basket: "I know Chenchen, then you take this back."

Song Chen had just rejected Zhou Xiaoguo once, so naturally it was not good to reject Zhou Xiaoguo for the second time. Hearing this, he could only nod in embarrassment, looked at the pastry box and thanked Zhou Xiaoguo: "Thank you, Guoguo, you must have done a good job. Eat, I will bring it to my brother tomorrow, my brother just needs to replenish."

The disappointed Zhou Xiaoguo went home with his mouth pursed, Song Chen looked at Zhou Xiaoguo's back and couldn't help but sighed heavily.

The next night, when Xia Yifeng and Song Chen were sitting on the steps eating pastry, Xia Yifeng was devouring it while tilting his head and asked Song Chen: "Song Chenchen, did you make it? The craftsmanship is not bad!"

Song Chen smiled and passed another piece to Xia Yifeng, and then honestly confessed: "No brother, Guoguo gave it to me."

"Guoguo?" Xia Yifeng was taken aback for a moment, then his cheeks stopped and he stared at Song Chen inquiringly, "Why did she give you this? Song Chenchen, does that girl have a crush on you?"

Song Chen didn't know how to answer. Zhou Xiaoguo seemed to have that kind of meaning, but he didn't say it clearly. Song Chen didn't dare to guess randomly, so he had to take it vaguely: "It shouldn't be possible? Maybe I made a few extra dollars." .”

Xia Yifeng scoffed, then stared at Song Chen and asked, "Are you still taking her home?"

Song Chen is still telling the truth: "If you meet me on the road, take her with you, or the fat man will definitely beat me up. But I told her, let her go with her classmates in the future, in case she doesn't touch me alone It’s not safe for people to go back.”

Xia Yifeng couldn't help grinding his teeth: "Little girl, you have a lot of thoughts on filming, what about you, Song Chenchen, what's your idea?"

Song Chen squinted at Xia Yifeng, snatched the pastry from Xia Yifeng's hand and stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it bitterly for a few times before opening his mouth: "Don't you know what I'm up to, brother? Don't ask me that, I don't like to hear it."

Xia Yifeng put Song Chen's shoulders on his shoulders and giggled: "Oh, Song Chenchen, he has a very temper now."