*The Protagonist is pregnant with My Cub*

Part 9

Getting what she wanted made her feel much better, and her steps became quicker.

The whole person is somewhat relaxed and happy from the inside out.

However, this good mood disappeared when she saw Song Yuxin sitting quietly.

"Brother, how did you come in?" 

Song Miaomiao frowned, a little bit in her heart.

"It's just an ordinary formation, it's not difficult to get in." Song Yuxin held the teacup in a calm tone.

Song Miaomiao secretly pouted, and sat down from the side. "Big brother came to see me, but has something to say?"

No wonder she was cold, she had no memory of this person.

If the two are not blood relatives, they are no different from passers-by, and if they can get hot, they are called ghosts.

Among the four children of the Song family, even the third child, Song Yuzhen, who did not deal with the original owner, could still have a few words when they were together. In the face of this big brother, it is estimated that it is also a gourd according to the mouth for the other two.

"It's true." 

Song Yuxin nodded and nodded, disregarding the indifference and alienation of her relatives, and explained her intentions simply and clearly. "This time I'm here to celebrate birthday, and father asked me to persuade you. Now that you are an adult, you should know what to do and what not to do in the future. Even if your father No matter how much he love you, he can't protect you for the rest of my life..."

Song Miaomiao was a little surprised, but when he thought about his father's identity, he was also one of the patriarchs of the Eight Immortals.

The reason why he didn't say it in front of her is probably because he didn't want to lose face...

"Big brother can report back to his father, saying that his once obsessed daughter has been put down. In the future, he will practice with peace of mind and not do those superfluous things." 

She sat quietly, her eyelids drooping slightly, and her thick eyelashes covered the thoughts in her eyes.

"I hope you can do it, otherwise even if your father doesn't teach you, your grandfather will not let you continue to discredit your mother."

"You should know why you can worship under the name of Immortal Venerable..." At the end, Song Yuxin's voice was cold, and his eyes were a bit sharp when he looked at her.

Song Miaomiao had nothing to say, and could only sit on the side quietly like a chicken. Anyway, she herself knew that those who said it were not her, so she had nothing to be ashamed of.

After training for a while, Song Yuxin's mouth was dry, and when he looked up, he saw that her eyes were empty and her eyes were wandering. 

Obviously, the soul had already run away.

Song Yuxin was in a hurry, snorted coldly and left with a flick of his sleeves, probably thinking that the younger sister was hopeless.

As if the voice of Tang monk chanting had finally disappeared, Song Miaomiao secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

After using his divine sense to confirm that Big Brother Cheap had left, Song Miaomiao lay on the table as if she had no bones, and let out a long sigh.

According to the reputation of the original owner, it would be impossible to completely cleanse it.

But it's not a big deal, as long as she doesn't continue to do those stupid things in the future, as the only daughter of the Song family, her life will not be bad.

As for Feng Qingmian, it's just to let him get drunk and tease him, even if someone finds out, it's not a big problem.

After all, her anger during this period of time can't be in vain, the big deal is to stop after finishing the vote.

Just, what kind of reason to find to induce him to drink with himself? ! Song Miaomiao held her cheek with one hand, and her heart turned back and forth.

When Song Miaomiao was full of entanglements, she did not expect that the opportunity was actually close at hand.

On the birthday of the headmaster, the disciples of the sect naturally have to celebrate together.

Although they couldn't stay in the main hall like the guests, the sect master also arranged for a banquet in other places for all the disciples.

Feng Qingmian and Song Miaomiao, as direct disciples of Immortal Venerable, were naturally invited as well.

Unexpectedly, someone handed him a pillow when he was dozing off. Song Miaomiao carried Long Xueyong with a particularly treacherous smile.

"Senior brother, today is the birthday of the sect master, so we should celebrate it properly." 

According to the arrangement, she sat beside Feng Qingmian, looking at his calm and calm appearance, she said meaningfully.

Feng Qingmian's eyelashes trembled slightly, as if smiling: "That's natural."

Oh, laugh, you won't be able to laugh later, then you have to cry and beg me!

After this period of discussion, what Song Miaomiao hated most was Feng Qingmian's calm attitude.

Seeing that he was still like this, his anger rose from his heart, and his wickedness turned to courage, and the little devil in his heart kept clamoring to show him some color.

Most of the wine prepared at the banquet was made of fairy fruit, and even people with a low level of alcohol could drink a few glasses.

Song Miaomiao took advantage of Feng Qingmian's opportunity to talk to other classmates, and replaced the wine jug on his food table under the cover of his wide sleeve robe.

Afraid that he could smell something wrong, he even replaced his own wine jug with Longxue Brewing.

After that, Song Miaomiao began to wait patiently.

She didn't believe that the master's birthday, the elder brother could not drink a drop of alcohol!

In order to ease the tension, she began to think about how to torture him for a while. Of course, she didn't dare to do too much. After all, it was the protagonist who was suffering, and she didn't want to offend anyone...

"What are you thinking about, Junior Sister?" 

The sudden voice recalled her thoughts, Song Miaomiao blinked and smiled back. Said: "It's nothing, it's rare to meet such a day, and I feel a little happy."

The thought that you might be embarrassed later, it is even more joyful. In the end, she can't say that she can only make up for it in her heart.

Feng Qingmian was keenly aware that she was a little strange, but it was impossible to say where it was.

The eyebrows were twisted together unconsciously, and the eyes that looked at her couldn't help but take some scrutiny.

Song Miaomiao was full of lies. She didn't expect this person to be so alert, and her palms were also sweaty.

"What, is the senior brother unhappy today?" 

In order to divert his attention, Song Miaomiao had to take the initiative to start a conversation with him.

"I'm happy, how can I be unhappy."

"Today is the last day of birthday, and my sister's schoolwork will resume tomorrow. I wonder if my sister is happy?"

She knew that this person was reminding her that a good day was coming soon. It's over.

Seeing the smile on his brows, Song Miaomiao responded with an angry smile: "Happy, so happy!"

Feng Qingmian was still about to say something, but a few of her fellow students came by with wine glasses, and it seemed that they were going to meet him and drank together.

In the end, she felt guilty, Song Miaomiao didn't dare to stare at him, she could only focus on the food table in front of her.

After all, he refused, but Feng Qingmian still drank a few glasses, and those people were willing to let him go.

"This wine tastes good, junior sister doesn't plan to try it?" 

After kneeling down again, Feng Qingmian looked at her and said with a smile.

Song Miaomiao smiled dryly: "Really? Since the senior brother said so, why don't you have a taste."

Then she poured herself a glass, raised it, and drank it.

Feng Qingmian's eyelashes trembled slightly, he raised his hand and drank the wine in the glass, his white jade-like face was stained with a crimson color, which seemed to be a bit more bewitching.