Full-time girlfriend: Why would you work when I am here?

Wen Zhuo stared at Song Pingqing for a long while, until Song Pingqing understood what he meant and asked Wu Lide to leave temporarily, Wen Zhuo spoke:

"Song Pingqing, do you know what it means for you to sign that agreement?"

Wen Zhuo has reached the voice change period, and his voice is deep and magnetic when he speaks, but his voice change period has not yet ended, and there is a slight hoarseness in his voice.

In the quiet environment, Pingbai gave Song Pingqing a weird feeling.

Song Pingqing suddenly noticed that there was no arrow on Wen Zhuo's head.

This was the first time Song Pingqing met someone without an arrow in his head.

The answer on the tip of my tongue changed direction with this discovery, and I became more cautious: "It means I signed the agreement."

What a great answer. Let’s just say whether Song Pingqing answered it or not.

Wen Zhuo was young, and he went to primary school with a private tutor at home. He lacked experience in getting along with people his own age, and he never expected to get such a nonsense answer. His mouth formed an "o" shape for a moment.

"You are indeed quite different." Wen Zhuo's eyes suddenly became complicated as he looked at Song Pingqing.

This look did not look like the look of a future domineering CEO, but it revealed three parts of Wen Zhuo's helplessness, three parts of disgust, and four parts of admiration.

How could anyone in this world come up with such subtle nonsense literature?

He originally thought that Song Pingqing, as the first adopted daughter of the Murong family in this generation and also given shares, should at least look much more normal than those three.

Wen Zhuo: I was careless after all. If they were not the same kind of people, would those three speakers have been so willing to call her "Big Brother"?

"Thank you. I'll take it as a compliment." Song Pingqing was in a good mood. Even though he understood Wen Zhuo's eyes, he had no intention of arguing with the little brat.

"I will be your new classmate next semester, so I want to get to know you in advance as a classmate."

The distance from the first floor to the small restaurant on the second floor was relatively quiet, so as soon as Wen Zhuo finished speaking, he heard Song Pingqing's stomach rumbling.

Wen Zhuo suddenly felt embarrassed, his cheeks flushed, and he subconsciously took a step back: "I didn't mean to disturb your meal, I just lack the experience of dealing with people of my age, you..."

Song Pingqing could see that Wen Zhuo was indeed quite inexperienced in socializing, otherwise he wouldn't have picked such a topic to break the ice.

Let’s put it this way, no matter how bad Gu Zongnan’s mouth is, it’s still better than his.

Seeing Song Pingqing's helpless eyes, Wen Zhuo became even more at a loss: "Go eat quickly, I, I, I won't bother you anymore."

After saying that, he was about to walk past Song Pingqing and go downstairs. Just after brushing past Song Pingqing, Wen Zhuo's footsteps suddenly stopped: "No, that's not nonsense, that's your answer."

"You know what that agreement means."

At this moment, the distance between the two people is less than one meter. In any social occasion, this distance of less than one meter will make people feel a little offensive.

Song Pingqing turned around, half turned his body, and looked at Wen Zhuo.

Wen Zhuo's cheeks were still a little red, but his eyes were bright and his tone was slightly surprised: "You may not know the specific details, but at least you guessed the direction, right?"

Oh, from a thinking perspective, Wen Zhuo is still stronger than Gu Zongnan. At least Gu Zongnan won’t react so quickly.

"You are really brave." Wen Zhuo's admiration came from the bottom of his heart. "You don't even know what price you will pay."

How much does it cost to change someone's fate?

Song Pingqing smiled calmly: "In less than ten minutes, you praised me twice. It seems that you really admire me. So, we should be able to get along well in the next stage of study, right?"

Thank you, she has been a child for a long time and she really doesn't want to accommodate every child.

Wen Zhuo was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Song Pingqing's focus to be here. He nodded slightly awkwardly and left.

At this time, the restaurant was only more than 50 meters away. Song Pingqing felt that there was no need to ask Wu Lide to accompany him, so he just went there alone.

Before entering the restaurant, Murong Xue's voice suddenly came from the corridor next to him: "Did you guess it?"

Song Pingqing's adrenaline instantly exploded, and the speed at which his heart pumped blood increased rapidly.

Who can tell her how long Murong Xue has been here???

"Why did you come out?" Song Pingqing turned around and looked at Murong Xue who walked out of the darkness.

"I saw that you hadn't come to eat for such a long time, so I thought you were delayed by something, so I came to see you. I didn't expect to run into you chatting with Wen Zhuo." Murong Xue looked at Song Pingqing with complicated and confused eyes, implying an unspeakable guilt and hesitation.

Song Pingqing understood her emotions, but it was not easy to say more in such a situation where people could easily run into each other, so he changed the subject in a relaxed tone: "Our new classmate is really not good at finding topics to talk about."

"I knew it a long time ago." Murong Xue was burned by Song Pingqing's relaxed eyes, and for the first time she felt evasive. She lowered her eyes and looked at the intricate and gorgeous patterns on the carpet, her voice very soft and gentle.

However, the guilt and uneasiness hidden in that voice were extremely heavy.

"Can we talk about this topic tonight?"

Song Pingqing reached out and gently rubbed Murongxue's head, speaking in a gentle tone as if nothing had happened: "After I finish packing tonight, I will go to your room to find you?"

"I'm really hungry now and I'm in a hurry to eat."

Song Pingqing really felt that if she continued chatting like this she would have hypoglycemia.

Murong Xue sensed the difference in Song Pingqing's tone from before, and immediately looked up at Song Pingqing, as if she wanted to treat her as a transparent person, so as to confirm that Song Pingqing's gentleness at this moment was not a disguise.

Perhaps because the emotions had such a huge impact, Murong Xue could not see any answers from Song Pingqing's expression.

In just a breath of time, Murong Xue immediately restrained all the emotions that were revealed, showing a normal expression: "Okay, let's go eat first."

But when she walked past Song Pingqing, Song Pingqing still noticed her slightly trembling hands.

So she reached out and held her hand, patting it gently: "Don't be afraid."

Song Pingqing: Forgive me, I am really too hungry now and I really can’t spare any energy to comfort you.

Now that things have come to this, Song Pingqing would never blame Murong Xue, nor would she have any resentment towards Murong Ba, who had always taken good care of her and her parents and family.

Relationships between people in the world are often mutually beneficial, even if it is admiration or crush without any interruption. People who admire and crush on others can also gain emotional strength from the person being admired or crushed.

Song Pingqing is not an ignorant child, nor is she a real minor. A hundred years of life have endowed her with the broadest and most tolerant power, and also made her vision much broader than that of ordinary people.

Song Pingqing would never be overwhelmed by emotions and lose his judgment of the overall situation just because the original intention of something was not as he wished.

Murong Xue's love for her was real, Murong Ba's tolerance for her was real, and the happiness brought by every moment of companionship during those long years was real, and that was enough.

Moreover, even from the perspective of benefits, doesn’t it mean that the Murong family gave her too little?

Song Pingqing didn't care at all whether Murong Xue knew the truth of the matter.

How could she blame a child who wanted to change his or her own tragic fate?