You don't remember me? Jingxing looked at him blankly. His handsome face was cold and his eyes were even colder, and he was projected directly onto her face.

Jingxing was almost frozen by his eyes. After a chill, he suddenly came to his senses and called him: "Brother..."

When Song Yingche heard this claim, she frowned first.

He was nearly twenty centimeters taller than her, and she was wearing only slippers, and her momentum suddenly became shorter.

He looked at her condescendingly, then he spoke coldly: "Who are you?"

He didn't recognize her!

Jingxing took a sudden breath. Even if the timing is always wrong and they haven't met for several years, he wouldn't be able to recognize her at all, right?

She stayed for a while, then she said in a daze: "I am Jingxing!"

Since they were together, they always called her Wen Jingxing, and they never called her nickname Nannan like the rest of the family.

Jingxing originally thought that he would react when he heard his name, but who knew that he just said "Oh" lightly, then pulled out the fingers she had held down and walked straight to his room.

Before Jingxing could come to his senses, he heard a "bang" sound behind him. When she turned around, Song Yingche was no longer in the corridor.

She rushed to his door, swung her fist and wanted to smash it onto his door, but just as she was about to hit it, she suddenly calmed down again.

Just now she seemed to smell a little wine on him, so he had drunk and was drunk?

Everyone's behavior was different after being drunk, and they hadn't seen him for several years. If this was the case, he wouldn't recognize her now, and it would be understandable that he was so cold to her.

When Jingxing thought about this, he put down his fist in disappointment and turned around to walk towards his room.

But no matter how much she comforted herself, she still felt uncomfortable.

They were two friends who fell asleep on the same bed when they were young. How could he not remember her at all? After knowing who she is, he still had the same attitude?

She kept thinking this way, and all the previous feelings became unforgivable!

She lay on the bed with a quilt in anger and didn't sleep well all night.

The next morning, Jingxing was awakened by Wen Cai's knock on the door in a daze.

Wen Cai pushed open the door and walked in, and told her to get up like she did when she was a child: "Nannan, get up, you have to go to school today."

Jingxing sat up from the bed at once. After seeing Wen Cai, he smiled sweetly: "Mom, morning."

"Beginning." Wen Cai stepped forward to take care of her hair that was sleeping a little messy, "How did you sleep last night? Your face doesn't look very good."

Jingxing did not sleep well last night, but when Wen Cai asked, she shook her head: "It's okay, I'm just too excited."

Wen Cai then laughed again: "Then get up quickly. After breakfast, let your father take you to school. Don't be late if the first day passes."

Jingxing then lifted the quilt and stood up, and walked into the bathroom.

Just as she was brushing her teeth in the mirror, she suddenly remembered something, poked her head out of the bathroom, and looked at Wen Cai who was tidying up the bed sheet for her: "Mom, why did my brother come back so late yesterday?"

"Did you know he's back last night?" Wen Cai heard it and hurriedly said, "Didn't I say that I'll only see him twice a week, and I don't know what he's busy with. Did he quarrel about you last night?"

Not only was it a quarrel, but he simply hurt her!

Jingxing thought angrily and couldn't help complaining to Wen Cai: "Mom, when he saw me last night, he couldn't recognize me at all! He even asked who I was!"

Wen Cai was also a little surprised when she heard this: "Really? Why is this happening? He also sees your photos every year!"

"Really?" Jingxing heard that he looked at his photos every year, and his mood suddenly improved a lot, but he remembered something else, "But I have never seen his recent photos! When I saw him yesterday, he changed a lot! If he hadn't looked like his father, I wouldn't have been sure it was him."

"He has a weird personality like your father when he was young, and he doesn't like taking photos." Wen Cai smiled helplessly, "Every time someone is holding a camera at him, he always avoids it."

"It's indeed hereditary!" Jingxing couldn't help laughing, "But he also inherited his father's strengths, that is, he is very handsome!"

"Is it handsome?" Wen Cai asked with a smile.

Jingxing nodded quickly: "It's very handsome. My brother must be like Brother Murong in school, and he is a popular girl."

"Just his cold personality, he is still popular with thousands of girls?"

"Mom, you have never been a girl. You are a girlish girl. You always yearn for that kind of cool handsome guy!" Jingxing blinked mischievously.

Wen Cai stretched out his hand and pointed at her eyebrows: "Then what kind of handsome guy do you like, a girlish heart?"

Jingxing giggled twice: "I like my dad!"

"Which father is like that?" Wen Cai asked curiously.

"Of course it's stephen's father!" Jingxing smiled, "Dad has been my male god since he was a child!"

The mother and daughter said something terrified. Jingxing finally packed up, changed his clothes, and followed Wen Cai out of the room.

When he arrived at the corridor, Wen Cai took her down directly. Jingxing couldn't help but say, "Mom, don't you ask your brother to get up?"

"He will get up by himself when it's time to get up." Wen Cai obviously knows his son's temperament very well. "If he doesn't want to be woken up when he gets up, his face will be smelly all day..."

Jingxing couldn't help laughing again, and then followed Wen Cai downstairs.

Song Xiyuan was already sitting at the table having breakfast, and Jing walked over: "Dad, morning!"

"Good morning." Song Xiyuan looked up at her, "Do you feel used to it when you came back on the first day?"

"Of course I'm used to it. This is my home!" Jingxing answered proudly, then picked up the plate in front of him and showed it. "There is also the lovely breakfast my mother made for me! I like eating the dishes my mother cooks the most!"

Song Xiyuan smiled with satisfaction, but Wen Cai took off the table: "I also said that when I was a child, my favorite food was French fries, and it would be awkward if I didn't give it to me! I'm so worried that you would become a fat girl when you grow up!"

Jingxing smiled embarrassedly: "I was young at that time and thought the fries were delicious, so of course I wanted to eat them every meal!"

As he was talking, a figure suddenly appeared on the stairs, with simple but extremely textured beige trousers and white V-neck T-shirt, and a blue suit jacket on the outside, young but still stable.

He slowly walked down the stairs and looked at Song Xiyuan and Wen Cai: "My parents are early."

"Oh, what wind is blowing today? Our eldest young master came home after two in the morning yesterday. He was rescued so early today?" Wen Cai couldn't help but tease him when he saw his son.

Song Yingche pulled out his chair and sat down next to the dining table, then replied: "There will be a meeting in the department in the morning. I want to go back and open it."

Wen Cai brought him a breakfast and put it in front of him, then turned his head to the direction of Jingxing: "Nannan, you don't know each other anymore? Why don't you say hello?"

When he turned his head, Jingxing was still staring at him blankly, probably because of what happened last night, and frowned and didn't call him.

"I know." He avoided Wen Cai's hand, lowered his head to eat breakfast, and said lightly, "Su Jing is here."

When Song Xiyuan heard his tone of speaking, he frowned and looked at him. Seeing that he was always eating breakfast with his head down, he didn't say much and picked up the coffee at hand and took a sip of it.

Seeing his attitude, Jingxing couldn't help but get angry again. He looked up at Wen Cai for help: "Mom, why does he have this attitude!"

"Yingche, why are you talking to your sister?" Wen Cai also frowned, "You forgot that you two were going to have a good time when you were a child?"

Song Yingche took a sip of coffee and then raised her head: "Mom, you will also say that it was a child. How could you remember so much about childhood?"

After saying that, he stood up and said, "I'm out."

"Wait." Song Xiyuan finally spoke, "Jingxing is going to school, you can send her to it. She will start school on the first day, so take care of you, the brother."

Although Jingxing was annoyed by Song Yingche's attitude, she was still unwilling to accept it. With this unwillingness, she got into Song Yingche's car.

The car drove fast as soon as it left the house. Jingxing could only hear the whistling wind in his ears. He quickly raised the window and then looked at Song Yingche who was driving next to him: "Brother, do you really remember me?"
Chapter completed!