Chapter 80: Bet with hansa

"What do you think, Xiaoxue is your sister with blood relationship." In my heart reminded myself, Song Ye quickly invited Song Xue into the room.
"Xiao Xue, are you okay?" Song Yan tried not to look at her chest, and asked softly.
"It's okay, I just can't sleep, I want to talk to my brother." Song Xue smiled sweetly, but there was a little bit of deep-heartedness in his eyes, and when he discovered this, Song Hua instantly understood that Xiao Xue hadn't completely gone out of today's affairs.
Thinking of this, he took Song Xue into his arms with pity, and said softly, "Xiao Xue, my brother swears that he will never hurt you again."
Song Xue didn't expect Song Ye to hold her in her arms and her body was stiff. Immediately, a flush of red appeared on her face, but somehow she felt that her brother's embrace was warm and very secure, and she couldn't help but let go , Her arms wrapped around Song Yan's waist.
Now it's hot summer, Song Ye only wears a thin T-shirt, and Song Xue wears only a thin pajamas. When Song Xue wrapped around his waist, the two bodies couldn't help but cling to each other. Together, Song Ye felt the softness of his chest, and the fiery heat that pressed against his heart suddenly rose. Xiao Yan also responded, and stood upright for a while, resisting Song Xue's abdomen.
"Brother, is there something in your pocket that seems to resist me!" Song Xuexiu frowned slightly, asking.
Hearing that Song Yong immediately felt a pour of cold water pouring down his head, and the heat in his heart disappeared instantly.
As soon as Song Xue's words came out, it seemed that something had come to mind, and the blushing cheeks became even redder. He quickly pushed Song Kun away and ran out of the room.
"Xiao Xue, please listen to me ...!" Looking at Song Xue who was running out of the room, Song Yan could not help but slap himself: "Nima, Xiao Xue is your sister, how can you have such a sloppy thought!"
And Song Xue, who ran back to his room, quickly locked the door and buried the entire hot cheek in the quilt.
"Shame, it's too shameful, my brother came to me with that bad thing."
The Internet is very developed now, and high school also has a physiology class. At the beginning, she hadn't responded yet, but what was against her lower abdomen, but she quickly remembered what it was.
But somehow, apart from being shy, she didn't have any anger, and even a little bit of ecstasy. My brother reacted to me, didn't he say that he liked me?
Thinking of this, her cheeks became hot again.
After a while, her cheeks returned to normal temperature, but she had some inexplicable concerns: "I don't know if my brother knows, I'm not his sister, if he thinks we have a blood relationship, wouldn't it ...?" "
In fact, three years ago, by chance, she overheard her parents chatting and knew that they were not her biological parents, but she was in an ostrich mentality and had been pretending not to know.
"Oh, Xiaoxue, how did you come up with this idea, don't you like your brother?"
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Song Xue was scared away. Song Ye has been in remorse and concubine. If Xiaoxue told the uncle and auntie about this, how could he see people.
Thinking of this, he suffered again and again.
Staring hard at her lower body, she scolded: "Why is Nima so impulsive and how can she react at this time? Xiao Xue is my sister!"
"Or go to Xiaoxue and explain it?"
Just after taking a few steps, Song Zheng paused again, but how should he explain to Xiao Xue?
Song Yan, who has been sleeping well, lost his sleep tonight. He went to the bathroom to wash in the early morning and looked at the panda's eyes in the mirror.
Immediately after washing, I walked to the living room and saw Song Xue dressed neatly out of the room, so his face couldn't help but appear awkward: "Xiaoxue, good morning."
"Good morning, brother." Xiao Xue Qiao blushed, then walked towards the bathroom. As Xiao Xue passed by, Song Xuan said quickly, "Xiao Xue, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."
"Brother, what are you talking about, why can't I understand?" Song Xue blinked at him playfully and smiled.
"Ah, it's okay, I remembered it wrong!" Song Xun immediately responded, and Song Xue didn't care about him, suddenly relieved in his heart.
"Ok."
Song Xue said quietly and went into the bathroom.
Brother and sister went to school together after having breakfast carefully prepared by Auntie.
Along the way, Song Xue and him talked and smiled, and kept silent about what happened last night, which made Song Yi's heart grateful to her again.
The following morning, the shooting team of Yuedong Video Network arrived and Su Yiyi led the team.
With the fermentation of the video on Yuedong.com, the name of Song Yun's piano master has spread in the school. Not only students but even teachers are proud of the piano master in the school.
Therefore, knowing that Yuedong.com would shoot a video for Song Yong, the principal swung his hand and ordered Huang Quan to open the best classroom in the Vocal Building and record there.
Five piano songs, the first of which are original, and there are no slight errors in the performance, so less than an hour, all five videos have been recorded. In this regard, Su Yiyi is very satisfied, and at the same time Song Song's creative talents Admire it to the extreme.
Because she found that Song Yuan's five original songs are all of the kind that can be called classics. Yuedong.com bought them for 100,000, which is a super low price.
After recording the video, Su Yiyi and others left in a hurry.
Back in the classroom, every classmate in the class looked at him differently. There was worship and jealousy, especially a few girls such as Xiao Yan. The look at him looked extremely fiery. If it was not in class, They will definitely rush forward to surround Song Kun.
"Okay the big star, hurry back to your seat." Han Sha joked to Song Yi.
"Thank you, Mr. Hansa." Song Yan smiled. Suddenly, with a sudden movement in his heart, didn't he gain a skill as a chef, it would be better to use the dishes to please Mr. Hansa.
The bell is ringing after class.
The girl, headed by Xiao Min, screamed and rushed to Song Min, asking for her signature.
"Isn't I signed it for you last time?" Song Yong said bitterly.
"That's different. Last time you weren't so famous now, you have to sign another one." Xiao Yan said sweetly.
"okay then."
So, in the ten minutes between classes, Song Yong spent his signature, because the students in the next class heard the wind and ran over with paper and pen.
At three in the afternoon, Song Ye received a call from Zhao Fengyang asking him to go to the martial arts hall at nine tomorrow morning, and he took him to the martial arts alliance.
Tomorrow is not the weekend, so after school, Song Ye came to the office to find Han Sha's leave.
"What's the reason?" Han Sha looked at him coldly, and said solemnly, "Song Ye, don't forget, you are still a senior in high school, and you are only one month away from the college entrance examination."
"Mr. Han, I'm going to have something tomorrow, so you allow me to take a day off." Song Yan begged.
"I need to know the reason, otherwise I won't allow it." Hansa still refused to let go.
"Mr. Han might as well go to your house for dinner." Song Xun's words suddenly turned, and he stopped talking about asking for leave.
"I want to be beautiful," Han Sha said with a chuckle.
"I recently learned how to cook on the Internet, and I feel that it is not worse than you. Otherwise, I will show you both." Song Yong said with confidence.
"I'm worried it will be hard to swallow!" Han Sha scoffed at it.
Upon hearing this, Song Yan could not help revealing a sly smile: "It's better that we make a bet, if my dishes are better than the dishes, you will be allowed to take a day off. If you don't have your delicious, then I will be honest in class Don't go either. "
Han Sha didn't believe that Song Yan could cook better than her, so she pushed the boat along the water: "Okay, I promised, I won't give you leave at that time, but don't blame the teacher for being kind."
"Okay, then it's such a pleasant decision! Then I'll go shopping!" Song Yan seemed afraid of Han Sha's remorse, and ran out of the office in an instant.
[Author's off-topic]: Before the shelves are collected, the collection data is very important. I find that many reading books do not love collections. The mosquitoes plead here. When you read the books, you come to the pages to collect them.
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