Zhang Hao couldn't help but snicker in his heart when he heard Song Ziting's words: What's wrong with me, little girl? I still caught your attention, right?! But on the surface, Zhang Hao had an innocent expression, and then said to Song Ziting: "Tingting, this...
…This is Miss Lan’s proposal!”
Sure enough, as soon as Zhang Hao finished speaking, Lan Ruo, who was standing next to her, immediately stepped forward and grabbed Song Ziting's sleeve, and then her stomach growled in response.
Seeing Lan Ruo's appearance, Song Ziting couldn't say anything anymore, so she rolled her big eyes and glared angrily at Zhang Hao again, then turned around and walked toward the noodle shop with Lan Ruo in her arms.
Zhang Haocai ignored Song Ziting's rolling eyes at him. He was now thick-skinned. Seeing Song Zikun still standing there staring blankly at Lan Ruo who had entered the restaurant, Zhang Hao stepped forward and hugged Song Zikun's neck and shouted.
He said: "Kunzi, do you want to eat noodles? If not, shall we leave?" He said and pretended to turn around and leave.
"You bastard, don't take advantage of me!" Song Zikun glared at Zhang Hao, then approached Zhang Hao's handsome face and said, "Haozi, haven't you forgotten, Tingting's least favorite thing is eating noodles! I think you are really itchy.
Got it!" After Song Zikun said this, he grinned and headed towards the noodle shop with his head lowered.
"Hey, Kunzi, if I don't take you like this, who am I doing this for? It's not because that girl named Lan wants to eat it! Kunzi, I'm doing this all for you. You can't be ungrateful, Kunzi.
Zi!" Zhang Hao howled at Song Zikun's back, making a small calculation in his heart, and then quickly chased after him.
When Zhang Hao and Song Zikun entered the door, Song Ziting had already pulled Lan Ruo to find a seat by the window and sat down. Song Zikun followed closely, with both selfish and ulterior motives, and happened to sit opposite Lan Ruo.
Hao had no choice but to sit opposite Song Ziting. When Song Ziting saw Zhang Hao sitting opposite her, her big eyes couldn't help but roll her eyes twice more. Zhang Hao looked at Song Ziting and rolled her big eyes.
She didn't look annoyed, but she secretly held back her laughter: "Little girl, your temper is really stubborn, but I like it this way." Then he greeted the waiter and served a few of the store's signature noodles, and everyone
Started to eat warmly.
Because Song Ziting didn't like to eat noodles, so when everyone was eating hot noodles, she just dragged her chin to pick up the noodles in the bowl. But she didn't know what happened, and her hand suddenly slipped and her fingers fell directly.
She plunged into the scalding hot noodle soup. "Ah! It's so scalding!" Song Ziting felt the scalding heat of the noodle soup, screamed, and hurriedly withdrew her finger. When she lowered her head, she found that her index finger was already red and was still wet.
A slight pain.
"Damn it!" Zhang Hao heard Song Ziting's scream and looked up and saw Song Ziting's red fingers. He didn't care about the noodles he just stuffed into his mouth. He pulled Song Ziting up and walked towards the bathroom next to him. Then, without waiting for Song Ziting,
In response, he took Song Ziting's little hand and put it under the faucet to start flushing.
Song Ziting only knew the burning pain in her hands at this time, and her big eyes were filled with tears. She thought that she didn't like noodles in the first place, but she was burned again, and she felt extremely depressed. She couldn't care less about the fact that she was being burned by Zhang Hao at this time.
Clench your palms tightly.
As soon as Zhang Hao looked up, he saw Song Ziting's tearful look. When he wanted to scold her, he swallowed it back. He couldn't help but feel distressed in his heart. Looking at Song Ziting's red fingers and her big tearful eyes, his heart softened.
I couldn't help but stretched out my hand to pull Song Ziting into my arms, and then gently patted Song Ziting's back as if coaxing a child: "Okay, okay, it doesn't hurt anymore!"
"Tingting... no..." Song Zikun and Lan Ruo didn't react until they saw Zhang Hao pulling Song Ziting into the bathroom, so they hurriedly followed, but they saw that Zhang Hao was hugging Song Ziting tightly.
Lan Ruo couldn't help but feel a little dazed. The words she was originally worried about were stuck there, and she didn't say the last word "thing".
Song Ziting only cared about the pain. After hearing Lan Ruo's words, she realized that she was being held tightly in Zhang Hao's arms. She looked up and saw her brother standing in the corridor with a malicious smile and a surprised look on his face.
Lan Ruo, feeling ashamed and annoyed, quickly reached out and pushed Zhang Hao away: "You... let go, I don't want you to pretend to be kind!" Then he rushed out of the bathroom under Lan Ruo's probing eyes.
"Tingting! Wait for me!" Lan Ruo saw Song Ziting running out, so she also hurriedly followed. But Song Zikun stood at the door of the bathroom with his shoulders raised and looked at Song Ziting who pushed him aside with a half-smile.
Zhang Hao, looking at Zhang Hao's gloomy expression, couldn't help but joke: "Haozi, I didn't expect you to have this skill. This is the first time I've seen you coax a girl since I was a kid!"
After listening to Song Zikun's words, Zhang Hao depressedly rubbed the area where Song Ziting's little hand had pushed him, and then pretended to be very uncomfortable and said to Song Zikun: "Kunzi, you have also seen that your sister is not good for everyone.
You are so coaxed, just teach me!"
Song Zikun looked at Zhang Hao with a wry smile. Thinking that Song Ziting had not shown Zhang Hao a good look all the way, he couldn't help but sympathize with Zhang Hao, so he hooked his fingers at Zhang Hao. When he saw Zhang Hao's head coming closer to him, he looked at Zhang Hao.
Zhang Hao said: "Well, let me give you a trick. Who do you think Song Ziting listens to the most?"
"It should be...ah, Kunzi, I understand!" Zhang Hao reacted immediately when he heard Song Zikun's words, and then watched Song Zikun turn away with his eyes narrowed. He quickly took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and as soon as the call was connected,
Zhang Hao's eyes immediately lit up. He cleared his throat and said to the phone: "Grandma, it's me!"
Mrs. Zhang was sitting on the sofa watching TV at this time. Because her body had just recovered and she couldn't do much exercise, she was a little bored. While she was changing TV channels with the remote control, the phone beside her
But it suddenly rang. So Mrs. Zhang reached out and picked up the phone, and when she heard it was Zhang Hao's voice, she thought that Zhang Hao hadn't been seen all day long and didn't spend much time with her at home, so she pretended not to.
He said happily: "I know it's you, you brat! Where have you gone? Why don't you bring Tingting back to me quickly? I miss her!"
"Grandma, do you really miss her?" Zhang Hao couldn't help but feel happy when he heard Mrs. Zhang's words.
"Nonsense, Tingting knows how much she cares about me as an old woman, so she can stay with me at home!" Mrs. Zhang continued to scold into the phone.
"Grandma..." When Zhang Hao heard what his grandma said, he knew that the old lady was bored again, so he followed the old lady's words and continued: "Grandma, do you want to meet Tingting now?"
"Of course I do! Needless to say!"
"Then do you want Tingting to stay with you all the time?"
"nonsense!"
"Do you want to hold your great-grandson?" Zhang Hao began to persuade.
"You brat, are you playing with your own grandma here?! What on earth do you want to say? I really want to have a grandson!" Mrs. Zhang couldn't help but cursed after hearing Zhang Hao's words on the phone.
"Grandma, it all depends on you now. Your grandson's happiness for the rest of his life and your little great-grandson all depend on you!" Zhang Hao couldn't help but feel happy when he heard Mrs. Zhang's words.
"Bastard, what on earth are you going to say?" Madam Zhang became a little confused when she heard Zhang Hao's inconsistent words on the phone.
"Grandma, let me tell you the truth. Don't be angry, and you must help me!" Zhang Hao thought for a while and decided to use his last trump card to tell the old lady the truth.
"Okay, brat, tell me now, grandma is getting anxious!" Mrs. Zhang grabbed the phone and Zhang Hao made her nervous and started to get nervous.
"Tingting...Tingting is ignoring me now and has decided to divorce me..." Zhang Hao paused and told him about his divorce from Song Ziting.
"Divorce?! Haozi, what did you just say? You said divorce?! My blood pressure..." As soon as Mrs. Zhang heard the word divorce, her eyes started to blur, and her head started to hurt.
"Grandma, don't worry. Listen to me. I'm discussing with you now. I want to get Tingting back, so you must help me!" Zhang Hao could imagine his grandmother hearing about the divorce.
After reading the words, he hurriedly comforted his grandma and expressed his thoughts.
"How can grandma help? Brat, are you really mad at me?!" Old Mrs. Zhang was anxious and angry.
"Grandma... Do you think this will work? We still use the old method. You know Tingting loves you the most..." Zhang Hao heard Mrs. Zhang relax and hurriedly revealed his little abacus.
"Huh, brat, if you don't succeed this time, don't call me grandma!" Mrs. Zhang heard Zhang Hao's words and said angrily to Zhang Hao, and then hung up the phone.
Zhang Hao heard the beeping sound from the phone and wiped his nose with his hand. Although he felt a little disgraceful in his heart, he was willing to go all out in order to change Song Ziting's mind. Thinking of Mrs. Zhang's last words, Zhang Hao calmed down.
With a serious look on his face, he quickly walked out of the noodle shop.
When Zhang Hao left the noodle shop, he saw Song Zikun leaning on the car door. Song Zikun was looking at him motionless. Zhang Hao nodded quietly. Seeing the relieved look on Song Zikun's face, Zhang Hao stopped the smile at the corner of his mouth, and then
He got into the car as if nothing happened, then stepped on the accelerator and drove towards Song Ziting's school.
But as soon as the car arrived at the door, Song Ziting and Lan Ruo shouted to get out of the car. Zhang Hao had no choice but to park the car outside the school gate. As soon as the car stopped, Song Ziting took Lan Ruo's hand and left first, leaving Zhang Hao and Zhang Hao behind.
Song Zikun stood at the door of the car and shrugged helplessly. Looking at Song Ziting's back angrily leaving, Song Zikun turned his head and looked at Zhang Hao: "Have you thought of a way?"
"Well! She will definitely come back with me later!" Zhang Hao's eyes were glued to Song Ziting's body and never left.
"It's up to you. I'll leave first!" After hearing Zhang Hao's words, Song Zikun reached out and patted Zhang Hao on the shoulder: "Treat my sister well. I'll leave the car to you. It will definitely be useful!" Then he didn't look back.
The ground left.
Zhang Hao shouted at Song Zikun's back: "I can do it!" Then he entered the school gate and headed towards Song Ziting's dormitory.