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Chapter 1441: Sheng Chong Qingmei: School grass, sweet love! 61



Chapter 1441: Sheng Chong Qingmei: School grass, sweet love! 61

   Chapter 1441 Sheng Chong Qingmei: School grass, sweet love! 61

  Ji Xuemei wanted to teach a few more words, but the doorbell rang outside.

   "Go and open the door."

  Chong Yi walked over and opened the door. When she saw Xu Mu and Xu Huanhuan standing at the door, she was slightly surprised, and a smile flashed in her eyes.

  啧.

  Originally, she planned to make trouble later, but this was automatically delivered to the door.

  When she saw Chong Yao, Xu's mother smiled and said: "Hello, classmate Ji."

  A flash of hatred flashed in Xu Huanhuan’s eyes, and a grudging smile appeared on his face, saying: "Ji Qingmeng."

   "Who's here?" Ji Xuemei's voice came from inside the house.

  Chong Yi opened the door to let them in, and said to the house: "It's my classmate and her mother."

  Mother Xu and Xu Huanhuan walked into the house together.

  "Hello, classmate Ji’s mother, I’m Xu Huanhuan’s mother..."

  "Pala—" The cup in Ji Xuemei's hand fell to the ground, and the glass was smashed into pieces. Her face was very pale, and panic and guilty conscience flashed in her eyes.

   "Xuemei?" Xu Mu said uncertainly.

  A surprised look flashed in Xu Huanhuan’s eyes, and said: "Mom, do you know each other?"

  Chong Ao also followed: "Auntie, do you know my'mother'?"

  Ji Xuemei's foot was scratched by glass slag, but this is nothing. Xu's arrival is more terrifying than glass scratching her.

   "Xu, Mrs. Xu..." She said hello.

   Then, she said: "Sit down first, and I will pour you water."

  She walked towards the kitchen disguisedly.

  Mother Xu gave the things she was carrying and said, "These things are for you. Keep them."

  Xu Huanhuan snorted coldly, and said: "Hurry up and accept it. You can't buy this thing if you want."

   "Huanhuan!" Xu Mu shouted with eyebrows.

  Xu Huanhuan pursed her lips, looking away a little unhappy.

  Chong Yi smiled, took the things from Xu’s mother and put them on the table casually.

   "Sit down, I'll clean up."

  Chong Yi turned around to get the cleaning tools in the kitchen, but Ji Xuemei grabbed her arm right after she entered.

   "Why are they here?"

   Innocently said: "I don't know."

  She said with a long smile, “Don’t you want me to get along well with Xu Huanhuan? Isn’t it okay for her mother to come to visit?”

   Ji Xuemei choked, secretly telling herself not to panic, but she came to visit once and it was all right.

   "You hurry up and clean the glass."

  After finishing speaking, she went out to pour two cups of hot water.

  Chong Yi took the tool to sweep the glass clean, felt Xu's mother's gaze, raised her head and smiled at her.

   Xu Mu, who was holding the hot water, was slightly startled, and then showed a gentle smile.

   Ji Xuemei sat awkwardly on the side of the sofa and asked: "Mrs. Xu, why are you here?"

"Xuemei, I didn’t expect Qing Meng to be your child. I’m really sorry." Mother Xu glanced at Xu Huanhuan and said, “I learned your address from the teacher in charge. I brought Huanhuan here today. Qingmeng apologizes."

  Xu Huanhuan gritted her teeth and did not speak. Actually, she didn't want to apologize, but she didn't dare to disobey her mother, otherwise her father would be angry and punish her.

   "No need to apologize." Ji Xuemei hurriedly said: "It is my Ji Qingmeng who wants to apologize to Miss Xu. She is ignorant and makes Miss Xu wronged."

   Mother Xu frowned slightly, and said, "Xuemei, Huanhuan did something wrong indeed. You don't have to defend her because she is Miss Xu's family."

  Xu Huanhuan's face was even more ugly, and his head hung down humiliatingly.

   Ji Xuemei felt distressed and said, "Nothing."

   "Puff." Chong Yi couldn't help laughing.

  Three people looked at her at the same time.

  (End of this chapter)


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