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Chapter 135 Mother and Daughter (Part Two)
While Song Huanxi was investigating the enemy's situation, other people's eyes were focused on her group, but Wang Yu and Guan Zhizhou were extremely treacherous, and they wrapped the costumes tightly with a large outer robe, and there was no flaw at all. Don't reveal!

Asked the boys in their group to get the clothes, they all smiled wryly - they thought Wang Yu was already tough enough, but they didn't expect that there would be Guan Zhizhou with explosive force value!
In fact, after arriving at the clothing room, Wang Yu was the first to rush in, Guan Zhizhou was the second, uh, he leaned directly on the threshold, lifted his long legs, and stepped on the opposite threshold, and As high as his head!

This guy's attitude is very arrogant, think about it?OK, drill through!

The male students were furious at that time, fuck it!
Then, the guy raised his eyes and easily squeezed the door frame with one hand——

Actually pinched off a lot of sawdust!

Everyone was silent.

After a while, everyone turned to Qin Dao for help, but the latter completely ignored him with a fuzzy look.

Helpless, the boys in the other three groups had to wait for Wang Yu to finish picking and choosing before rushing in.

Therefore, no one really knows what costumes Song Huanxi and his group chose.

Seeing the two heroes returning in triumph, Song Huanxi took the lead in applauding without hesitation, and the others also looked proud!

Qin Haoyang laughed loudly: "The two lovers have worked hard, and you are worthy of being my right-hand man and right-hand man!"

Wang Yu: "..."

My hands are itchy, and I want to hit someone again.

Qin Dao's voice sounded at the right time, and successfully saved his younger brother in a fire and water: "Now you come up and draw lots to decide the order of rehearsal."

The students were a little surprised that they didn't reverse the order according to the results of the last performance, but they quickly accepted the reality, and it was fair to draw lots.

Qin Dao took out four pieces of paper with 1234 written on them, folded the paper into strips, held it in his hand, and signaled Song Huanxi to draw it first.

Song Huanxi did not doubt that he was there. When she arrived at the podium, although the girl's figure was slender, she still blocked the eyes of the students behind her.

She grabbed a piece of paper casually and pulled it out——

Huh, can't move? ?

Song Huanxi raised his head and glanced at Qin Dao. The latter's eyelids drooped, and his long eyelashes cast a row of shadows on his face, completely blocking his eyes, making it impossible to see what the famous screenwriter was thinking.

Song Huanxi let go of his hand, and tried to twitch the stick next door, but he still couldn't twitch.

Until the third one, as soon as she pinched the end of the note, Qin Dao took half a step back, and the note slipped out of his hand naturally, it looked like she pulled it out!
Song Huanxi had a faint premonition. When she opened the note and saw the unsurprising number 4 on it, she suddenly felt a little delicate.

As a top student, when I was in school, I was often taken care of by the teachers. I didn't expect that this kind of care would continue after entering the student training class.

The group against the wall was lucky enough to draw the number three, leaving only one and two in the middle two groups.

The group close to Song Huanxi was luckier and played second.

The first group to appear was the second group by the wall. The costumes they wore were a mix of girls' and young women's costumes.

Last time, they performed Liang Zhu, abandoned their pens and joined the army, and finally turned into a sea of ​​butterflies, conquering the enemy's lair.

This time, I don't know what kind of wonderful performance they will bring?
Soon, the first group was ready and officially started their performance.

In front of the desk, the girl was only wearing a snow-white undershirt, coughing lightly while facing the ledger in front of her.

Another girl appeared on the stage, her hair was tied into two little chirp, and she was shorter, she looked very cute, she looked like a maid.

He took a plate of washed golden apricots and put them in front of the girl, "Girl, let's take a break!"

The girl glanced at the golden apricot, and asked casually, "Where did this apricot come from?"

……

As soon as this sentence was uttered, Song Huanxi immediately knew that he had guessed correctly. The characters chosen for this group were Tanchun and his biological mother, Aunt Zhao. If she was right, Aunt Zhao would come out.

……

The waiter knew that his girl was extremely smart, so he replied cautiously: "The apricots in the yard of the eldest young mistress are ripe, so I asked someone to send some over."

"Oh," Tanchun replied lightly, and suddenly said: "My sister-in-law usually closes the door to live, Lan'er is young and greedy, and the apricots in the yard should be beaten down by her as soon as they were born. -"

Tanchun raised his head and looked at the bewildered waiter: "Tell me, who sent this apricot?"

The servant said hesitantly, "It's your aunt."

Tanchun was startled, the writing brush in her hand was hanging in the air, a few drops of ink dripped down and just fell on the ledger, she hurriedly took an absorbent cotton kerchief and wiped it.

It's just that there was a little too much ink, and the more she rubbed it, the more it became blurred. In the end, Tanchun had to tear off this page of the account book and copy a new one.

Tanchun wasn't in the mood to deal with the books anymore, so her eyes gradually fell on Huang Xing.

After a while, she snorted softly: "Before I was in charge of the house, it was rare to see her come to the door, but now I send it in different ways every day—"

"This is what I want!"

As he said, Tan Chunsu picked up a yellow apricot, took a small bite, and immediately, his mouth was full of sweet juice, and the flesh was so delicate that he didn't need to bite.

Just after taking two bites, the waiter came over again and whispered: "Miss San, Aunt Zhao is here."

Before the words were finished, a high-spirited woman rushed in. She was dressed in gorgeous red and green. Fortunately, her facial features were so good that she couldn't hold back the gorgeous color.

He scolded the servant first: "You little bastard, don't learn the good ones, try to learn some incomprehensible ones, if grandma is not smart, I'm afraid you will shut the door out!"

Tanchun threw the half-eaten apricot back on the plate, turned his head and shouted: "Servant, wash your hands!"

As if being pardoned, the servant hurried over with water and a handkerchief, and Tanchun washed his hands unhurriedly. Aunt Zhao beside her was so angry that she said, "Little hooves, grandma is talking to you!"

Tanchun frowned in disgust, and directly pushed back: "Who are you calling Little Hoof? Is it me? Then you are an old hoof?"

Aunt Zhao was speechless, she snorted coldly, and directly talked about the serious matter here: "Today, young masters and ladies receive the Su silk from the palace, why is Huan'er less than other people's? !"

Tanchun had finished washing his hands, and was spreading his hands for the waiter to wipe. Hearing this, he sneered and said, "Everyone comes out of the wife's stomach, but Huan'er comes out of your stomach, can it be the same?" ?”

Aunt Zhao was taken aback for a moment, then she sat down on the ground and cried loudly: "God, open your eyes and see, what kind of vile animal did I raise!"

Tanchun sneered: "You raised it? Besides coming out of your stomach, you raised me for a day?"

"I heard from the nanny that on the first day you got someone to give you the medicine to regenerate your milk."

"I'm afraid the master won't go into your room!"

(End of this chapter)