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Chapter 185 Plastic Sisterhood

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    Erfang threatened her with words?

    An Xinning stared at a certain point outside the door thoughtfully, and remained silent for a long time.

    "looking at what?"

    Song Qingman's voice rang in her ears: "It's worth your seriousness."

    "I'm thinking¡­¡­"

    She narrowed her eyes slightly: "Would you like to be kinder?"

    After all, the second room is getting old, so I can't help but feel angry.

    Otherwise, she would have a stroke in a fit of anger, and lie in the intensive care unit like the old man, and she hasn't even bought champagne yet.

    "Don't be merciful."

    Song Qingman snorted, "You have nothing to do with benevolence in this life."

    "Tsk."

    An Xinning glanced sideways at her, "Is this how you treat your sisters?"

    "Sorry," Song Qingman brushed her hair, "You and I are just plastic sisters."

    Miss An's family is beautiful and sassy; Miss An's city is deep and exquisite, and no one knows it better than her.

    After all, the two of them have known each other since college and have been friends for six years.

    The two looked at each other and smiled¡ª¡ª

    An Xinning still remembers the first time she met Song Qingman.

    In the first semester of her freshman year, she went out to do some errands once, and saw a female classmate in her class surrounded by several people in an alley from a distance.

    She didn't want to pay attention to it at first, thinking of telling the guards and letting them come over to deal with it.  As a result, the female classmate saw her sharply and pointed at her and shouted:

    ¡ª¡ªAn Xinning, her family is rich, and she is Miss Qianjin!

    Before she could react, those people rushed over and surrounded her, and the one standing in front of her was a girl with colorfully dyed hair.

    Later, every time An Xinning brought up this matter, she always joked that it was Song Qingman in Sha Matt's period.

    "What are you doing?"

    An Xinning looked at them vigilantly. The five of them seemed to be around her age, and they were all dressed like street gangsters.

    And the former classmate had already taken the opportunity to slip away.

    "Are you Miss Qianjin?"

    Song Qingman, the leader, looked her up and down, "The rich one?"

    Although An Xinning was usually courageous, she was still a little panicked when surrounded by several people. She remained calm, "You want to blackmail?"

    "Blackmail? No."

    Song Qingman shook her head, "Yes."

    After finishing speaking, she changed her voice, "Bring her bag here."

    The person next to him snatched An Xinning's bag, opened the chain and poured out all the contents.

    A copy of "Mountain and Moon" also fell out.

    Half-human, half-animal cover, weird color palette, this is a book she was reading recently.

    An Xinning frowned, and suddenly found that Song Qingman's eyes lingered on the book for a long time. There were a few red photos of Grandpa Mao scattered beside her, but she didn't seem to see it.

    Others picked up the money like a robbery, and called Song Qingman, "Sister, I got the money."

    It was only then that Song Qingman seemed to have come to her senses, and glanced at the book again, before looking at An Xinning, and said mockingly, "Don't think about calling the police, anyway, a rich lady like you has plenty of money."

    After finishing speaking, he took her people and walked away.

    An Xinning squatted down, picked up the book, patted the dust on it, and looked thoughtfully at the back of Song Qingman leaving¡ª¡ª

    The second time she met Song Qingman was in a bookstore outside the school.

    The small bookstore is old and clean, and she would come here from time to time to look for books worth reading after class.

    Then, I was surprised to find colorful hair sitting quietly in a corner of a bookshelf, with several books scattered at my feet.

    And she was holding Sanmao's prose collection in her hand, and she was fascinated by it. She seemed to be fascinated by it, as if a faint light radiated from her whole body, and even the colorful hair was not so offensive.

    An Xinning thought for a while, and walked over, "Do you want to take money this time?" (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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