Chapter 795: The Shepherd of the Lord's First Love (Cam

ly, Lu Qinian's brows furrowed. "If Qiao Bao'er really went to the hospital, she shouldn't have gone in through the main entrance..."Of course Qiao Bao'er didn't have the guts to go in through the fro...How is the wound on your forehead

Sima An hid the injuries on his body himself. He told his parents that he got hurt while playing basketball.

Qiao Baoer actually learned the truth from the milk tea shop owner, he was inexplicably injured by that Zhang Xiaod ie, it's really unlucky.

“Maybe you shouldn’t go.”

This weekend, Qiao Bao'er and her roommates were invited to Song Mengmeng's house for a party. They had a barbecue and drank iced beverages, though these did nothing to help his wounds.

Sima An, looking forlorn despite his resolute spirit, pleaded with her, "Sister, you promised to take me before."

This move, Qiao Baoer couldn't stand, so she agreed immediately.

Song Mengmeng's house is an independent three-story villa. There is a garden in front and a swimming pool at the back, covering over a thousand square meters. It is located in a prime wealthy area of the city, with high-end amenities all around. Even in the shopping malls, almost all the fruits are imported.

"Rich woman, rich woman." Zhu Xiaowei sighed from the bottom of her heart.

Even Lian, who was usually calm and detached, couldn't help but feel envious. "With Song Mengmeng's carefree personality, her dad must be very protective of her. She really hit the jackpot,"

According to Song Mengmeng, her mother passed away from illness shortly after she was born. Her father raised her single-handedly, showering her with love and attention. The two depended on each other, which resulted in Song Mengmeng's quirky, straightforward, and sometimes absent-minded personality. It clearly shows how much her father loves her.

Song Mengmeng seemed to have dressed up specially today. Looking at her awkward expression, she was wearing a pink lace princess dress with a big bow tied at the back of her waist that trailed down to her feet.

Song Mengmeng stood at the door to greet them, her expression awkward. She shrugged her shoulders and scratched her head, letting out a giggle. “My dad made me wear this.”

Song Mengmeng has a head of short, black, fluffy hair. Her eyes are round and very spirited. She puffed up her cheeks and put on blush, looking very cute. Wearing this pink lace dress, she is always straightforward. This silly smile really looks like that of a doll.

Qiao Baoer strode forward, unable to resist reaching out and roughly tousling her short hair. "You poor thing," she said. Song Mengmeng's hair was soft and fluffy, just like her personality—particularly easy to bully.

Jo Baoer suddenly felt sympathy for her. Back then, when she was in the Qiao family, her room was from floor to ceiling, mosquito nets curtains, all her clothes dresses and accessories were pink, just thinking about it makes her skin crawl.

It seems that parents in this world, once they have a daughter, will try their best to dress her up as a little princess. Qiao Bao'er has been troubled by this for a long time.

"Joe, you truly understand how I feel."

Song Mengmeng was lured and pressured by her father early in the morning to wear this pink lace dress, which made her feel awkward. But one couldn't disobey their father's orders, could they

Qiao Baoer sighed and murmured, "I don't even have anything to wear now." A hint of melancholy suddenly crept into her tone.

Sima An, as an innocent and harmless junior high school student, followed a group of older sisters to play. He didn't show too much amazement at the Song family's mansion because their Sima family probably had similar financial resources.

He was just a little surprised. Song Mengmeng didn't usually have any airs of being a young lady, she was silly and naive. She was really different from those fake rich girls he knew.

"...There's actually a guy coming to our house." The door opened and a mature, masculine voice sounded cheerfully with a hint of laughter.

Song Mengmeng's father is a very handsome uncle. He is very tall and wears a white tracksuit. He has a square face, with a beard like Westerners. His eyebrows are thick and his eyes are big, he looks very sunny and approachable.

"Meng Meng, isn't this clean-cut little boy the one you have a crush on" Dad Song intentionally bumped his daughter with his shoulder and asked her in a hushed voice, although everyone else could hear him.

"Dad, this is our little brother. Please don't have impure thoughts about every male you see."

Song Mengmeng felt embarrassed in front of her classmates.

"That's too bad."

Father Song deliberately put on a look of regret and sympathy for his daughter.

"She's lost a little weight, but she has a smart face. I think she's pretty…"

"Don't say any more," Song Mengmeng felt that her father's image was gone, "Dad, last time at the zoo, you said you thought a big black pig looked quite pleasant."

"Dad, don't scare my friend."

"Dad just made a little joke with him, saying if he was that cowardly and petty, he couldn't marry my daughter."

Song Fu spoke with conviction, and even took a serious look at Sima An several times. It was the first time Sima An had experienced such scrutiny from a prospective father-in-law, making him feel very awkward and uncomfortable.

"Are you a member of the Sima family"

Song's father casually asked, he had dealings with the Sima family too, this boy looked familiar.

Sima An nodded politely, "Yes, my father's name is Sima Xiong, and my name is Sima An."

Song Father patted Sima An's thin shoulder with a hearty laugh, "So you two know each other! If we have the chance to get closer, that would be even better hahaha... I wonder if your parents would agree. Having you marry my sweet little Mengmeng as their daughter-in-law would be an immense blessing."

"Dad, don't mess things up."

Song Mengmeng's face was flushed red, and she, being short and petite, hopped anxiously in protest.

Even though Song Mengmeng is at the bottom of her class, in her father's eyes, she is the most excellent and best daughter.

Qiao Bao'er and Zhu Xiaowei stared at the Song family, surprised. This was the first time they had seen a father so approachable, lacking the usual authority and solemnity. The relationship between him and his daughter was like that of friends, which was truly heartwarming.

Qiao Bao'er envied others for the first time.

Mr. Song was very welcoming and entertaining. He said, "… I don't know if it's because I go to the temple every year to pray for Mengmeng to be smart and clever, and always stay like a little girl. Now she's really not grown taller, and her intelligence hasn't grown either."

"She's just a child, she might have offended you sometimes. Don't take it to heart."

Song Mengmeng put on some blush, her round cheeks puffed out in protest. "Dad, I'm not as embarrassing as you say. I'm pretty good at school too."

"You were quite the something at school, weren't you" Father Song exaggeratedly sighed, waving his hand solemnly. "Don't go on."

This made Zhu Xiaowei and Fang Mei burst into laughter.

“Dad, compared to Qiao Baoer, my protesting against the cafeteria with a banner is nothing... Besides, living in the same dormitory as several academic overachievers when I'm just an average student from Class 25 is quite stressful. Last week's school-wide exam, my ranking in class improved by 50 places.”

Song Mengmeng's nanny served a fruit platter, "Mengmeng ranked 50th, that's really amazing! This is also thanks to the help of several classmates."

The Song family had temporarily hired a famous Western chef who made many beautiful small cakes and pastries. The barbecue grill in the backyard garden was already lit, seeming to be waiting for guests. For now, they were all sitting in the living room chatting happily.

Song father raised his thumb and praised greatly, "Mengmeng, there are more than 1,300 people in your grade. You are now ranked 50th from the bottom, and there is still a lot of room for improvement..."

"Dad, don't underestimate me like that. Who knows, maybe one day I could get in the top 50 of my class."

Father Song burst into laughter. “It’s good that Mengmeng is ambitious, but God is fair. We don’t have to strive for first place in everything. We should give others some opportunities...”

He knows his daughter best and doesn't want to put pressure on her.

"Ke Qiao'er is outstanding in everything, though." Song Mengmeng expressed her admiration from the bottom of her heart for her school flower roommate, "Qiao'er puts all her effort into everything she does, and she always strives to come first..."

Qiao Bao'er was chewing on a piece of cantaloupe with her legs crossed, glanced at her, and corrected, "I didn't."

She just accidentally became famous again.

Seeing that his daughter mentioned " Qiao Bao'er" several times, Song Father looked at her again carefully. In fact, he had been paying attention to this girl from the beginning. Qiao Bao'er was very eye-catching, refreshing at a glance. He had seen many beautiful women in the mall, but this girl was really outstanding, with temperament.

"Joe, your parents' names are... You look familiar to me." Song's father said with a playful tone.

This face seems familiar, but I can't remember where I've seen it.

Qiao Bao'er hesitated for a moment. Song Mengmeng's father didn't seem malicious. She knew she looked like her mother, Gu Ruqing, and since they both frequented the same social circles in the city, it wasn't strange that Song's father had seen her before.

"My mom is gone," she said flatly, "I'm living with my aunt now."

Song's father could hear that she was unwilling to discuss her family affairs, so he didn't press further. Sima An, however, was a little anxious and quickly followed up with, "What about your dad"

Qiao Bao'er's face darkened, and she became a little angry. "I have no father."

She was being very polite not to directly say her father had died.

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To break the awkward silence, Song's father stood up. "Mengmeng, there are two important guests coming today. You guys go to the backyard first and have a barbecue. Dad will go to the door to greet them..."est with her right hand, moving quickly to break free."You want to run, huh Over sixty balloons! My small business... It's Christmas Eve today. I can sell one balloon for ten dollars tonight, six hund...