Allow her to be pampered

Wu Qingzhi said softly: "Chi Rong, I'm back."

No response.

Chi Rong didn't move at all, Wu Qingzhi just sat quietly on the edge of the bed. It was only after a long time that she slowly curled up tighter.

"...Oh, you're back."

Chi Rong responded dryly, his voice was clear and clear, probably he was unwilling to speak, and besides the perfunctory words, there was also a nasal voice like that of an old man.

Wu Qingzhi felt very distressed.

At this o'clock, the seagull was already tired, and the surroundings were quiet. He hesitated for a while, and finally called out softly: "Chi Rong, I bought beef brisket noodles today. I heard that this grandma cooks the best noodles..."

"No appetite, I won't eat!"

Chi Rongwu interrupted, her tone was too stiff, but in just a moment, she broke through the wall of depression in her heart like opening a gate to release a flood, and threw herself into Wu Qingzhi's arms.

"Don't speak in Cantonese, don't say anything about grandma, I don't understand... I hate learning Cantonese!"

As Chi Rong spoke, she burst into tears.

She tugged at the corner of Wu Qingzhi's clothes, and said in her heart, she was completely wronged to death.

"I didn't mean to trouble you like this on purpose, but... But I don't know anyone here, I don't have any friends, and I can't even understand the driver's speech in a rickshaw!"

In recent days, Chi Rong has lost her temper, and even doesn't think about eating or drinking, her almond eyes are swollen from crying every day.

How could Wu Qingzhi not know her depression and entanglement, so he turned on the bedside lamp, and then gently kissed away the mottled tears on that side.

He carefully kissed Chi Rong's brow, then to the crimson eyes and nose tip, and finally landed on the slightly pale lips.

Chi Rong whimpered, and the crying gradually died down.

"Chi Rong, eat first."

Wu Qingzhi smiled, picked up the bowl and chopsticks again, and ate with Chi Rong.

The portions of food in Hong Kong are not large, a small bowl of delicate and exquisite food, Chi Rong used to be a girl who could eat several bowls of snacks in a row, but now, she can barely eat half of it.

Chi Rong sipped the noodle soup in small sips, and Wu Qingzhi laughed softly, "You don't have to force it, just eat as much as you can."

After finishing speaking, he hooked his finger, and then led the handkerchief to wipe off the oil around Chi Rong's mouth.

The atmosphere was slightly sluggish, and the two of them tacitly agreed that they were both doing psychological construction for their subsequent actions.

However, as soon as he opened his mouth, both of them confronted each other.

"Wu Qingzhi, can I go to school—"

"Chi Rong, would you like to go to school—"

Almost indistinguishable from each other, the two voices overlapped tightly, Chi Rong blinked, and saw a foolish self in Wu Qingzhi's phoenix eyes.

Wu Qingzhi couldn't help laughing, his crow-feather-like lids opened and closed, his pair of deep pupils were still unblinking, staring at Chi Rong from beginning to end.

Chi Rong was a little timid, so he murmured: "I was thinking, if I could go to school, maybe I wouldn't lose my temper with you..."

The last thing Chi Rong wanted to do was to anger Wu Qingzhi for no reason.

Chi Rong knew very well that when Wu Qingzhi was away from home, Quan was running back and forth for her family and career, and now instead of being able to share her worries, she actually wanted to add to them, so she was really annoyed.

After hearing this, Wu Qingzhi's heart warmed up, and he was even more moved, so he smiled softly: "Chi Rong, I'm never afraid of you losing your temper, I'm just afraid of you being unhappy."

But seeing that Chi Rong's shoulders were trembling, and her tears were about to fall again, Wu Qingzhi felt sorry for her, so he held her tightly in his arms and comforted her loudly.

"Chi Rong, I talked to Meng Guang today. There is an English-run school near my home. Many students can speak some Mandarin. The atmosphere will be much better. It's just a coeducational school. Would you like to go?"

Chi Rong bit her lower lip: "Why do boys go to the same school as girls? What about gymnastics?"

Although Chi Rong is the daughter of a Kaihua family, in the final analysis, she is a student who graduated from a girls' school in the old era, and it is probably human nature to feel uneasy this time.

Wu Qingzhi saw Chi Rong's well-behaved appearance, and she was really cute, but if she wanted to let her stay at home and be depressed, it would be a kind of drowning.

So, he had no choice but to be ruthless, gritted his teeth, and said, "Chi Rong, the rules of foreigners are popular in Hong Kong, and the schools here are like this."

"Then you said before, if I have a boyfriend of the same age, you will like it?"

As soon as these words came out, Wu Qingzhi was startled immediately.

On that side, Chi Rong had a stern expression on his face, remembering every word he said in his heart.

Wu Qingzhi's eyes were smiling, his brows were slightly relaxed, he pecked at the corner of Chi Rong's mouth lightly, and then teased, "It's delicious, but those little boys are not enough to disturb my mind."

"What are you talking about! You are an adult! They are little boys, so I am a little girl!"

"Chi Rong, you are my little girl."

Wu Qingzhi's brows and eyes were curved, Chi Rong looked at it, but felt his cheeks warm up, and he was immediately shy.

"I'm already 19 years old, I'm an adult, I'm not a little girl..."

While Chi Rong was whimpering, she stroked Wu Qingzhihuan's hand beside her, but unexpectedly, he was relentless, not only refused to let go, but tightened it even more.

"Chi Rong, let you be an adult outside, and just be a little girl in front of me, okay?"

Every word of Wu Qing's words is full of affection.

He originally thought that it would be difficult to persuade Chi Rong to study in school.

After all, with Chi Rong's current state of mind, no matter what kind of plans he made, he couldn't escape the pain of peeling off the cocoon.

Maybe Chi Rong made it, but Wu Qingzhi was absolutely reluctant to let her go.

Who would have thought that the two of them had the same heart and mind, never forgetting each other, and love each other as promised.

Wu Qingzhi hugged Chi Rong tightly, as if embracing his heart full of love and joy.

The night in Hong Kong does not come very early, the sky was half dark just now, but now it is finally very dark.

Wu Qingzhi insisted on asking for an answer, but Chi Rong could only answer coquettishly and timidly.

"Then, all right! It's just that little girls are difficult to serve, you have to raise your spirits 12 points!"

So, in the midst of the laughter, the ears and the temples were rubbed together, lingering and sentimental.

Chi Rong didn't eat seriously these days, she lost weight for a few laps, and she refused to go out, she couldn't get the sun, and she had no strength in her body, so when she was laughing, Wu Qingzhi was a little careless and pushed her down immediately in bed.

Chi Rong sank into the silk quilt, her head was a little swollen, she was rubbing her eyes, when she opened them, she saw Wu Qingzhi was already close to her face.

Wu Qingzhi said: "Little girl, remember, you can't look at others with such eyes."

At that time, the room was full of charm, and Chi Rong's eyes were as charming as silk.