Chapter 115 [048] A Quiet Morning (3)

"You kid—" Grandma's face wrinkled into a flower with a smile.

Yang Bai coughed hard.

Yang Zimei smiled, sat back in place, hurriedly finished breakfast, and prepared to take Zixi to school.

Yang Qing followed and asked anxiously, "Niuniu, spending 4,000 yuan a month for grandparents to go to the club is really expensive. I'm afraid our family can't afford it."

"Dad, don't worry, I will be responsible for all expenses. Also, from today onwards, I will have clients looking for Feng Shui every day, so there should be no shortage of money anymore." Yang Zimei comforted.

Yang Qing's face became solemn, "Niuniu, although our family is short of money, Dad still doesn't want you to be a girl and do things like magic sticks. There are too many things that go against the sky and change your life, which will eventually harm you. Dad only hopes that you can grow up as normal as other girls, or learn antique knowledge from Mr. Song."

"Dad, don't worry, I will know how to protect myself." Seeing his father who cares so much about him, Yang Zimei was very moved.

"Ugh--"

Yang Qing knew that his daughter would not listen to him, so he only sighed slightly.

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Yang Zimei took Yang Zixi's hand and watched her jumping into the school gate, then turned to Nancheng Middle School where she was.

Not far behind her, in a black van, there were a pair of eyes staring at the back of her gradually leaving, then got out of the car and walked into the school.

As soon as Yang Zimei walked to the school gate, the bicycle bell rang from behind.

Min Gang, who was wearing white clothes and white trousers, stepped on his red bicycle and stopped in front of her, raising an extremely happy smile at her.

The golden light of the rising sun fell on his soft hair, reflecting his innocent and handsome smiling face, making Yang Zimei suddenly think of the little prince.

Hehe, that's right, in the last life, Min Gang was the prince she wanted to get close to, but never dared to get close.

Now, he still looks like a prince, but she is no longer the humble street goddess stick in the previous life.

"Zi Mei, come up, I'll take you."

Min Gang said to her expectantly.

Long Zhutian's words that day that he was not allowed to ride his bicycle was like a curse that stuck her tightly, causing her to shake her head involuntarily and refuse, "No, thank you, I'll go in."

"Although it's at the door, it's still far from the teaching building." Hearing her rejection again, Min Gang's expectant heart was very disappointed and unwilling to say.

"I prefer to walk." Yang Zimei still refused.

In the past, many students, especially those female students, when they saw the school grass in their minds, naturally stopped to take a look, and saw that Min Gang, who had always been arrogant and ignored the girls, actually took the initiative to show his favor to Yang Zimei, wanting to make it happen. She sat in the back seat of the bicycle, and she was both envious and envious.

"Who is she?" Someone began to ask in a low voice.

"It was the transfer student who made a lot of trouble last time and was photographed in the classroom with the boy."

"Is it her? It was rumored last time that she was doing acupuncture for the man."

"How the hell does she know? How old is she? Acupuncture isn't so easy to learn, right?"

"I don't know, anyway, I don't dare to talk nonsense. The classmate who talked nonsense last time seems to have been caught by evil. The tongue is being pulled by the ghost. It's so scary."