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This road is a bit far away. Pei Ji walked for seven or eight minutes when he came in, and then went out to take Song Er, at least ten minutes.

After she finished speaking, she waited for a while, but she didn't hear Song Er's answer. Turning her head and looking, she didn't know what Song Er was thinking, and she could see that she was full of dignity from the small half of her face exposed outside the mask.

Pei Ji doesn't know why a person can have such complicated mental activities. He just thinks that it is much more difficult to take care of Song Er than to raise a small milk cat. After all, raising a cat does not have to worry about whether the mood of the kitten is in a low mood.

But she was too bad at creating topics, so she asked again: "What do you want to eat at night?"

The hand on her wrist tightened, and Song Er's voice was still a little dull: "I want to eat the fried chicken wings made by the professor."

Pei Ji glanced at her, refused without hesitation: "No."

Song Yi was not discouraged: "I want to drink the ribs soup made by the professor."

"No."

"The professor made scrambled eggs with tomatoes."

"No." Pei Ji still refused. She has a wonderful memory, and when she said these three dishes together, she naturally remembered that this was the dinner on the day she took Song Er to the house.

Song Wei was rejected continuously and was about to get angry, but she still had the last stubbornness: "Then want to eat the white rice cooked by the professor, can this humble request be met?"

"No." Pei Ji looked very unkind.

Song Wei stopped talking. She seemed to suddenly find that the road was difficult to walk. She needed to concentrate on rushing to avoid stepping into the puddle or falling.

But Pei Ji could see that she was angry, and she was not afraid of being discovered at all. She was unabashedly angry and arrogant.

Pei Ji thinks this is very good, because the angry Song Nei is much better than Song Nei, who has just depressed his guilt.

She knew that Song Er guilt called her to the hospital in a hurry, causing her to get caught in the rain now. But Pei Ji believes that Song Er is her responsibility and she has the obligation to take good care of her. As for the rain, the umbrella is too small, the rain is too big, no matter what, there is a person who will get wet, so that person can only be her.

Song Er needn't feel guilty.

There is a pool of pools in front, and you have to go around.

Pei Ji reminded him: "Go around." He turned a few degrees to the left and walked around.

Song Wei firmly grasped Pei Ji's hand, she could not see, and there was always nothingness before her eyes. She didn't know whether the road ahead was safe, or there were thorns and bumps blocking it, but when Pei Ji said that a detour was needed, she followed her without any doubt.

Even if she is still angry with Pei Ji now.

Gradually, there were voices from afar, and the sound of tires driving across the wet road.

They are approaching the main entrance, and there are more people.

Almost half an hour later, the gate that was blocked when it came was cleared, and the vehicles entered and exited one by one, busy and orderly.

Hearing the movement, Song Wei quickly lowered his head and turned to Pei Ji slightly to the side, as if to hide his face.

Pei Ji was puzzled: "What are you doing?"

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