Slag Girl Illustrated Book

"Nothing, the agent called me."

Ruan Xihe:......

Will the young master of the real estate leader be so nervous because of the phone number of an intermediary?

This panic is too distracting.

Fortunately, her curiosity is not very strong.

Song Ci cut off the phone with his hand on his back.

The call log lit up, and there was a missed call from the "Pennsylvania Admissions Office".

......

The plane was about to take off, and he half-ridden her shoulders to wait at the check-in gate.

"Baba, you are too heavy, what should I do if I am not tall." Ruan Xi and Jiao glared at Song Ci.

"You can't grow up, little dwarf! Hahahaha!" Song Ci sneered.

"What are you talking nonsense, I will grow taller, and I will be above 170 in the future!"

"What is the little girl doing so tall? You are so cute now, but even if you grow to 170, you are still a little shorty to me." Song Ci liked to see her frowning hair.

"I don't want to talk to you now, let's break your relationship with Song Ci!"

She pushed Song Ci's arm away, and walked a little forward on her own, pulling away from him.

Song Ci followed, he turned to the left, Ruan Xihe turned to the right, he turned to the right, Ruan Xihe turned to the left, in short, just ignored him.

"Eh, little, I was wrong."

Ruan Xihe didn't want to talk to him, so he just kept pouting.

"Small little, good Ruan Ruan, good sister, forgive big brother!"

"Humph!"

"I won't call you a little dwarf anymore, okay, you're a big and tall guy, I'm a little dwarf!" Song Cifu was a little kid, making faces to make her happy.

She really couldn't help it, and laughed, but she quickly tightened her face again: "Humph!"

"Hey, you laughed just now, forgive me, elder brother is wrong, OK?"

"Then you tell me what's wrong with you?" She hugged her **** so that she could look at him for a while.

"I was wrong to call you little dwarf, laugh at you, and have a bad attitude."

"Well, what should you do from now on?"

"I will treat you as my little ancestor in the future, not to mention you."

"Then you will tell me what should I do?"

"Then penalize me to listen to Ruan Xihe's words for the rest of my life."

"Smelly Song Ci! You are still poor, you are still poor!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

The two squabbled and got on the plane.

Master Song is generous and bought first class.

The leather massage seat is really enjoyable.

"Little bit, is it your first time flying on a plane?"

"No." During her ballet competition, she flew around the world, not to mention that when she was a child, her father always took her out to play...

"Who used to accompany you on the plane?"

"Baba, you seem to be a hundred thousand why!"

"I'll just ask!"

"My father still has a teacher."

"Eh, your father? What about your father now?"

"He went to heaven." Ruan Xihe's voice was a little soft.

"Feel sorry."

Song Ci felt embarrassed. He didn't ask his mother when he mentioned Xiao Budian's pain. After all, in Song Ci's concept, she must have died too, otherwise how could she be sent to the orphanage?

"There is a small bar here, do you want to have a couple of drinks?"

"Baba, I'm still a minor, why do you keep quitting personnel?"

"It's okay to drink two sips of wine, and the eldest brother is here, there will be no accident." Song Ci's throat is a little itchy, he wants to smoke, and is addicted to cigarettes, but smoking is not allowed on the plane, so drinking two sips of alcohol is also good.

"Then you go by yourself." Ruan Xihe leaned back in the chair lazily. She was drinking well, but now she has sat down and she doesn't bother to get up and walk. It's too much trouble.

"My child, accompany my eldest brother to have a couple of drinks, hurry up!"

Song Ci is actually a little aware of getting along these days. Not only is this little bit short, but he also doesn't bother to move. How can he grow taller if he doesn't move?

In the end, she was dug up from her seat by Song Ci and carried to the small bar to sit down.

Song Ci likes spirits, and he pours brandy for himself. If the little girl doesn't drink it, he asks the stewardess to open her a can of Coke.

"You little guy doesn't know how to enjoy, the wine is so good."

"You smoke and drink, be careful that no girl likes you." She said this casually while biting her straw.

Song Ci's hand holding the wine glass suddenly stopped.

He put the cup on the bar, turned his head to look at Ruan Xihe, his voice was rarely hoarse and gentle, with a little bewitching smell: "What about you, do you like it?"

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