Magic Love Ring

"What do you think, Xiaoxue is your sister with blood relationship. "I reminded myself that song Yan hurriedly invited song Xue into the room.

"Xiaoxue, what can I do for you?" Song Yan tried not to look at her chest, and asked gently.

"It's OK. I just can't sleep. I want to talk to my brother." Song Xue smiles sweetly, but there is a trace of lingering fear in her eyes. Finding this, song Yan suddenly understands that Xiaoxue has not completely walked out of today's event.

Thinking of this, he lovingly put song Xue in his arms and said gently, "Xiaoxue, brother swear, you will never be hurt again."

Song Xue didn't expect that song Yan would hold her in her arms, but her body was a little stiff. Then, a trace of crimson appeared on her face. But somehow, she felt that her brother's arms were warm and safe. She was reluctant to let go. Involuntarily, her arms surrounded song Yan's waist and legs.

Now it's a hot summer. Song Yan only wears a thin T-shirt, while song Xue only wears a thin nightgown. In the moment when song Xue lives around his waist, the two people's bodies are close together. Song Yan feels the softness of squeezing on his chest, and rises when he is pressed on the bottom of his heart. The little inkstone also responds. In a moment, he straightens up and conflicts with song On the belly of snow.

"Brother, is there something in your pocket? It seems that it's against me!" Song Xuexiu frowns slightly and asks.

Smell speech, song Yan immediately feel a ladle of cold water splashed down, the heart of the fire instantly disappeared.

As soon as song Xue's words came out, she seemed to think of something. Her blushing cheeks became redder. She hurriedly pushed song Yan away and ran out of the room.

"Xiaoxue, listen to my explanation..." Looking at Song Xue running out of the room, song Yan would like to slap himself: "NIMA, Xiao Xue is your sister, how can you have such a dirty idea!"

Song Xue, who ran back to her room, quickly locked the door and buried the whole hot cheek in the quilt, like a deer bumping in her heart.

"Shame, it's so shame. My brother even used that bad thing for me."

Now the network and its developed, and high school also has a physiology class, at the beginning, she has not yet reacted to her abdomen, what is the thing, but soon remembered what it is.

But I don't know why, in addition to being shy, she didn't have a little anger, even a little secret joy. My brother responded to me, didn't he say that he liked me?

Thinking of it, her cheeks were burning again.

It took a long time for her cheeks to return to normal temperature, but there was some inexplicable worry in her heart: "I don't know if my brother knows. I'm not his sister. If he thinks we have a blood relationship, isn't it...?"

In fact, three years ago, when she overheard her parents talking, she knew that they were not her own parents, but she was in the ostrich mentality and pretended not to know.

"Oh, Xiaoxue, why do you have such an idea? Do you like your brother?"

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Song Yan is always in self reproach and hesitation. If Xiaoxue tells uncle and aunt about this, how can he see others.

Thinking of this, he began to worry about gain and loss again.

"How can NIMA be so impulsive? How can she react at this time? Xiaoxue is my sister!"

"Or go to Xiaoxue to explain it?"

Just a few steps out, song Yan stops again, but how can he explain to Xiaoxue?

Song Yan, who has been sleeping well, lost sleep tonight. The next morning, he went to the bathroom to wash. Looking at the panda's eyes in the mirror, he couldn't help being scared.

Just after washing and washing, he went to the living room and saw song Xue, who was dressed neatly, walk out of the room

"Good morning, brother." Xiaoxue's pretty face is slightly red, and then she comes to the bathroom. When Xiaoxue passes by, song Yan says quickly, "Xiaoxue, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

"Brother, what do you say? How can I not understand?" Song Xue winked at him playfully and said with a smile.

"Ah, it's OK. I remember it wrong!" Song Yan immediately reflected that song Xue didn't care about him, and she was relieved.

"Well."

Song Xue walked into the bathroom with a light hum.

After the breakfast carefully prepared by the eldest aunt, the two brothers and sisters walked to the school together.

Along the way, song Xue talks and laughs with him, keeping quiet about last night's events, which makes song Yan feel grateful for her.

The next morning, Yuedong video network's shooting team arrived, led by Su Yiyi.

With the fermentation of the video on yuedong.com, song Yan's Piano Master's name has been spread in the school. Not only the students, but also the teachers are very proud of having a piano master in the school.

Therefore, knowing that yuedong.com is going to shoot a video for song Yan, the headmaster waves his hand and orders Huang Quan to open the best classroom in the vocal building and record there.Five piano pieces, the first one is original, and there is no mistake in the performance, so in less than an hour, all five videos have been recorded. Su Yi is very satisfied with this, and admires song Yan's creative talent to the extreme.

Because she found that song Yan's five original tunes are all classic ones. Yuedong.com bought one hundred thousand of them, which is extremely low price. contemporary romance

After recording the video, Su Yiyi and others left in a hurry.

Back in the classroom, every student in the class looked at him differently. There was worship and jealousy. Especially Xiao Rao and other girls looked at him very hot. If they were not still in class, they would rush up to surround song Yan.

"All right, big star, hurry back to your seat." Hansha teases song inkstone.

"Thank you, miss Hansha." Song Yan said with a smile. Suddenly, he felt a move in his heart. He had acquired a chef's skill. He might as well make dishes to please Mr. Hansha.

The bell rings after class.

The girl headed by Xiao Rao screamed and rushed to song Yan for her autograph.

"Didn't you sign it last time?" Song Yan said with a bitter face.

"That's different. You weren't so famous last time. You have to sign another one." Xiao Rao said sweetly.

"Well then."

Therefore, song Yan spent ten minutes between classes in signing. Because the students in the next class heard the news, they came running with their pens and paper.

At three o'clock that afternoon, song Yan received a call from Zhao Fengyang, asking him to go to the martial arts school to find him at nine o'clock tomorrow morning. He took him to the martial arts league.

Tomorrow is not a weekend, so after school, song Yan came to the office to ask Hansha for leave.

"Why?" Hansha looked at him coldly and said seriously, "Song Yan, don't forget that you are a senior three student and only one month away from the college entrance examination."

"Mr. Han, I have something to do tomorrow, so you allow me to take a day off." Song Yan begged.

"I need to know why, or I won't allow it." Hansha still refuses to let go.

"Teacher Han, why don't I go to your house for dinner?" Song Yan's words suddenly changed and he stopped talking about asking for leave.

"Think well." Hansha curled her mouth.

"I recently learned how to cook on the Internet. I feel like I can't do worse than you. Otherwise, I'll show you something." Song Yan is quite confident.

"I'm afraid it's hard to swallow!" Hansha sniffed at it.

Wen Yan said that song Yan could not help showing a sly smile: "let's make a bet. If I cook better food, you will allow me to take a day off. If I don't eat better, I will not go to any class."

Hansha didn't believe that song Yan could cook better than her, so she pushed the boat along the water and said, "OK, I promised, I won't give you a holiday then, don't blame the teacher for not telling people."

"Well, that's a happy decision! Then I'll go shopping first! " Song Yan seems to be afraid of Hansha's repentance and runs out of the office in a blink of an eye.

[author's extras]: before putting it on the shelf, the data collected is very important. I found that many people who read books don't like collecting. Mosquitoes plead here. When reading books, everyone comes to the page to collect them.

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