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"Master, what should we do?" After coming out of the lake, Song Hua whispered while lying on Jing Ruhua's shoulder.

"Let's find a place to live first." Jing Ruhua smiled wryly, there is no system, she is just an ordinary person, she doesn't even have a place to live, without Goldfinger, real life is so cruel.

"Master, why don't we go begging again?" Songhua scratched her head with her small paws, and said tentatively, she could vaguely feel Jing Ruhua's thoughts now, but it was vague and not sure.

"Where do you live?" For the first time, Jing Ruhua was also troubled by real life. Now she is just an underage girl, without an ID card and unable to work, and "run away from home" where can she go.

"Well, master, I don't know either, but I watched on TV that the people living on the streets slept on chairs at the station, or in the park. Let's stay for one night too, and try to make money tomorrow?" If Songhua I am easy to manage, my body is small, I can sleep in the big bed in the furniture city for one night, or I can go home with the little girl and be served by others and lie comfortably on the bed, no matter how bad I am, I can sleep on the big tree, but Jing Ruhua is not good, she is human, and she is not as lucky as the protagonist, she can win the lottery or meet an antique, and then get rich overnight.

It's getting late, and now it's not realistic to talk about making money and staying in a hotel. Jing Ruhua finally listened to Songhua's suggestion and went to the park to make do for the night.

When Jing Ruhua, who has escaped from the rich life and hedonism, encounters downfall, she can go back to Qiao's house, but Jing Ruhua is not willing to face that family, and after three years, the medicine exchanged from the system is harmful to Qiao's family. The effect is getting weaker and weaker, and her sense of existence has been weak before, but if the effect of the medicine is gone, she will inevitably not encounter trouble in Qiao's house alone.

Regardless of the original plot or Ruhua's understanding of Qiao's family over the years, in the eyes of Qiao's family, every person surnamed Qiao is of value. Their surname Qiao enjoyed the advantages given by the Qiao family, so naturally they have to do it for Qiao. I agree with Jing Ruhua on this point, but naturally she has no obligation to be used by the Qiao family who never gave Qiao Fei any "give". Over the years, Jing Ruhua has never used Qiao Fei. She exchanged every penny for the house, food, and food. It was just a name in the Qiao family. The Qiao family didn't give her anything, so she naturally wouldn't contribute to the Qiao family.

"Master, there are a lot of mosquitoes here." Songhua looked distressedly at Jing Ruhua's exposed red bumps on her arms. It is now summer, and there are the most mosquitoes in the park. Jing Ruhua sitting on a bench is the most mosquito. Delicious dinner.

Songhua swept her big tail back and forth, and jumped on Jing Ruhua's body, trying to drive away the mosquitoes for her.

"Be patient." Jing Ruhua took out the hospital gown and covered her legs and arms. She was wearing a dress that Songhua bought for her. I went directly to the public toilet to change into the sign, which is much better than wearing a hospital gown.

"Master, let me stop the itching for you." Songhua looked at the mosquito sack on Jing Ruhua's body, but Jing Ruhua didn't scratch it, but her slightly frowned eyebrows showed that she was not feeling well, and Songhua knew that her master When faced with difficulties, she will always endure, no matter what the difficulties are, she will not express her own difficulties.

"En." Jing Ruhua leaned on the back of the bench, lowered her eyes, and nodded.

Songhua showed off its small claws with neatly manicured nails. The tips of the nails on its claws were smoothed so as not to scratch human skin. Moreover, the nails were quite long, making it easy for it to peel nuts and eat them. Hua scratched those mosquito bags, and a red mark quickly left on her fair skin. Scared Songhua slowed down, pressed on the mosquito bags, piece by piece, a checkerboard-shaped mosquito bag came out of the oven.

"Master, feel better." Songhua watched its rhythm, and chessboards of equal size appeared one after another.

"Well, go to sleep." Jing Ruhua picked up the pine flower, put it between his arms, touched its head, and closed his eyes.