The Rich and Powerful Marry: the Rebirth of the Ace

Northbridge High School is the high school that Song Baoyi was unable to enter back then. Why did Song Hua enter?

Little wild species is really ignorant!

"Why don't you go down and ask grandma how she taught her?" Song Hua just looked at Zhou Lei like this, her eyebrows raised slightly.

It's obviously a word that makes people hate it, but she said it with a smile.

Zhou Lei was so choked that she couldn't speak, so she stared at Song Hua so hard that she could hardly breathe.

Song Baoyi narrowed her eyes and said at this moment, "Sister, Northbridge is indeed the only high school that can be compared with international schools, but Northbridge is not as simple as you think. Otherwise, I'll go to Teacher Ye's office with you tomorrow. , then you don't have to talk, I'll just apologize to Teacher Ye, and if you really want to change, I'll think of a way for you."

In fact, Song Baoyi knew very well why Song Hua was obsessed with Beiqiao High School.

Because Song Hua wanted to be higher than her.

Song Hua annoyed Mr. Ye, so naturally she had no face to go back to the international school. If she wanted to regain her face, Song Hua had to find a way to go to North Bridge.

But Song Hua didn't even look in the mirror, just what qualifications did she have to go to North Bridge?

A fool's dream.

Song Hua was too lazy to say any more, and glanced at the cat squatting at the door, "I'll go back to the room first."

"Wait a moment!"

Song Dalong spoke suddenly.

Song Hua's red lips parted lightly, "Speak."

A very simple word, but dyed with an inexplicable momentum.

Looking at Song Hua like this, Song Dalong suddenly felt a little flustered for some reason, and said with a stern expression, "The eldest Miss Song family will always have only one Baoyi, don't forget your identity!"

Just an adopted daughter, do you really want to climb to the sky along the pole?

"For school matters, you can either go with Baoyi to apologize to the teacher, or find a way yourself! Don't try to enter Northbridge High School in the name of Baoyi or our Song family!"

He won't use human relationships for a small wild species!

Song Hua didn't speak, she bent down slightly and picked up the cat at the door, and left the study just like that.

Song Dalong looked at Song Hua's back, and was also very angry.

"Dad, don't be angry." Song Baoyi comforted softly, "Actually, my sister is just unbalanced. You and Mom should take more care."

"Unbalanced? What's wrong with her?" Zhou Lei was furious. "If it weren't for us, she would still be just a little wild seed that no one wants!"

Zhou Lei calmed down and continued, "Auntie Sun invited me to the tea party at noon tomorrow, Baoyi, get ready and come with me."

There are often various tea parties in the circle of ladies.

These ladies came together to consolidate interpersonal relationships and expand their contacts.

Second, it is also to kill time. When attending the tea party, I will show off my husband and children by the way.

Zhou Lei is most willing to take Song Baoyi to the tea party. After all, Song Baoyi is the number one talented girl in Jiangcheng.

"Let's go with my sister." Song Baoyi said.

"What are you going to do with her?" Zhou Lei's eyes were full of disgust, "Is it shameful?"

She can't afford to lose this person, and Song Family and Song Baoyi can't afford to lose this person.

Song Baoyi looked at Zhou Lei, "Sister just came back, she has to take her out to see the world."

"Baoyi is right, it's time to take her out to meet the world!" Song Dalong answered.

After all, Song Hua is the one who wants to be engaged to Yu Tingzhi, and more people must know of Song Hua's existence.

"That's fine." Zhou Lei nodded.

After the words fell, Zhou Lei seemed to think of something, and then said, "Baoyi, has Mr. Wu been back recently?"

"Not yet, but it should be in the next few days." Song Baoyi replied.

Zhou Lei said: "I heard that the Yun family will also go to the tea party this time."

"You mean Miss Yun?" Song Baoyi asked.

Zhou Lei nodded, "Since Miss Yun had an accident three years ago, she has sought medical treatment everywhere, but it has no effect. If you can cure her face, then our family's position in Jiangcheng can be more stable."

As the saying goes, leaning against a big tree is a good way to enjoy the shade.

Everyone in the Yun family wants to climb this big tree, but unfortunately, no one can climb it.

The only shortcut to climb up the Yun family is to heal the face of the only heir of the Yun family.

Song Baoyi is quite gifted in medicine, and she also worshipped Wu Shenyi, who is known as the descendant of Bian Que, as a teacher.

Hearing this, Song Baoyi asked, "I heard that Miss Yun was burned, right?"

"Yeah." Zhou Lei nodded, "I've inquired about it, it's a burn."

Song Baoyi smiled and said, "Since it's a burn, you don't have to worry about it."

Her main focus is to restore the appearance, burns and scalds, and her medical skills are even better than that of Dr. Wu. She is sure to bring Miss Yun back to life!

upstairs.

Song Hua soaked the cat in some goat milk powder, and then turned on her mobile phone to check the fund.

But it only took two days. The fund that originally only had 125 yuan has now risen to 1,500.

However, Song Hua did not plan to keep it, but clicked to sell. This fund seems to be making money, but it is not. It is already at its peak when it has risen tenfold.

Then, Song Hua took out 1,000 yuan from the balance and bought three more funds.

After doing this, Song Hua picked up the peaked cap on the table and buckled it on her head. The black brim covered her eyebrows and only her crimson lips could be seen.

When they came downstairs, the servants all cast a strange look at Song Hua.

In their eyes, Song Hua was just a little village girl from the countryside.

Even if she came to the Song family, she couldn't change her poor and arrogant arrogance, and the servants never regarded her as the eldest miss of the Song family.

Song Hua didn't care about the eyes of these people.

After leaving the Song family villa, Song Hua swept a shared bicycle.

The back of the one-handed bicycle is indescribably cool.

After half an hour, we arrived at our destination—

China's first medicinal material market.

It covers an area of ​​more than 30 hectares.

The original owner's foundation was not good, he was frail and sickly, and he was on the same level as Sister Lin.

Fortunately, Song Hua has a background in traditional Chinese medicine and has a little understanding of Qi Huang's technique. The original owner's body may be a little troublesome to other doctors, but in Song Hua's hands, it is a matter of traditional Chinese medicine.

Song Hua parked the car, hugged the little milk cat, and came to a pharmacy, "Boss, please give me two grams of saffron, two grams of Tongcao, and two grams of Schisandra." "Okay, wait a moment."

After a while, the boss packed the medicinal materials, "Little girl, there are three hundred and two in total."

Song Hua took the herbs, lowered her eyebrows and looked at her with a calm expression, "Thank you, I don't want it anymore."

"Don't?" The boss was so angry when he heard this, he frowned, "I'm all packed, you told me not to! Are you kidding me?"

The pharmacy owner is big and three thick, and if this fierce look is replaced by someone else, he will definitely be frightened and stupid.

But Song Hua not only was not frightened, but calmly asked, "Why don't I, boss, you don't have any points in your heart?"

"Little girl, I think you are beautiful, how can you do such a disgusting thing! The medicinal herbs have been weighed for you, if you say no, don't want it! Isn't this wasting my time? You must get it today. Give me an explanation!"

Because the boss's voice was too loud, many passers-by came to watch.

Seeing so many people, the boss became even more excited, and said in a loud voice, "Everyone, come and see! The little girl is so pretty, why is her heart so dark! I worked so hard to give her the medicine, but she said she didn't want it. don't want!"

Hearing this, the onlookers accused Song Hua one after another.

"Why is the little girl like this now!"

"It must be that the adults in the family didn't teach it well!"

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Song Huan still had a light expression on her face. There was no panic on Qing Jun's face, and she opened the package of medicinal herbs unhurriedly, "I want two grams of saffron, what did you give me? Huh?"

Hearing this, the boss's heart skipped a beat.

Do not!

impossible!

How old is this little girl? Can she tell what real saffron is?

Mostly pretending!

"What's not saffron?" The boss was stern, "Don't mess around here!"

"The flower head of saffron is trumpet-shaped, with cracks on one side and fine serrations on the other side. Although saffron is similar to saffron, it does not have these characteristics. You pretend to be saffron with saffron. Is the heart black or not?"

Song Yan's tone was light, but it caused a burst of sighs in the crowd.

Saffron is very precious, more than 1 gram per gram, 100 yuan to buy a pound of saffron!

The boss is too dark!

"What the hell is wrong with you little girl! Don't buy it!" The boss looked at the chattering crowd with a guilty conscience. He thought the little girl was easy to deceive, but how could he think that he had run into a connoisseur today, and reached out his hand to take the herbs bag away.

Good morning, little fairies~

Kneeling and begging for a five-star evaluation ticket~

See you tomorrow~