As soon as Lin Ruochun finished speaking, Wen Qiao scoffed coldly and dismissively, "Argue with him? What’s the cause? Because there’s a six-year gap between us, he was about to pack his bags for first grade while I wasn’t even born yet? So because I ntioned the great weather in Hang City today, he decided to have an academic discussion about global warming with ?"
"....."
After Wen Qiao’s words, the curious expression Lin Ruochun had about the gossip had disappeared, replaced by a poker face. Finally, she nodded, "Although I don’t quite understand what you’re saying, judging from your tone and expression, my guess just now seems correct, and it seems like your situation is pretty serious."
Actually, Wen Qiao herself didn’t even know what she was saying, but what she knew was that her mood wasn’t good, and that was enough.
How to put it, it felt weird.
Her chest felt stuffy, as if there was a clump of air trapped and unable to escape.
As for the specific reason, Wen Qiao was too lazy to think about it.
So Lin Ruochun saw Wen Qiao’s previously sullen face, looking as if soone owed her money, suddenly brighten up.
"Let’s go shopping."
After all, if she didn’t spend the money, Fu Jinghen would just end up spending it on soone else. She might as well spend more, as she was soon to be Mrs. Fu anyway. It makes sense to spend his money, rather than leaving it to hurt him by staying in his wallet.
Wen Qiao hooked Lin Ruochun’s neck, swinging her arm grandly in a carefree and unrestrained manner.
Lin Ruochun inexplicably felt her status had risen, from being Wen Qiao’s little puppy to her little lover.
Hearing this, Song Qian didn’t even lift his head as he shooed them to leave, "Go ahead, it’s boring to stay here anyway. If you end up shopping late, we’ll just et at the barbecue stall."
"Is Little Director Song coming with us?" Wen Qiao asked him.
After getting the ’first blood’ in the ga, Song Qian was controlling his character to heal back in town. It gave him a mont to look up at the two won, his eyes woeful, "Are you doing this on purpose? You know I can’t leave and yet ask to go out? Plus, don’t think I don’t know your real plan, thinking of getting to carry bags? Let tell you, no way! Song Qian’s hands are ant for handling caras and moving props, I absolutely won’t carry bags for won!"
Lin Ruochun exclaid, "Why are you so opposed to carrying a woman’s bag? What will you do if you have a girlfriend in the future? Make her carry her own? You’ll end up all alone if you do that."
Song Qian’s mind unconsciously pictured the tis when his mom went crazy shopping, and he and his dad ended up carrying bags branded with different logos.
With his ga character fully healed, Song Qian bent his head back down, muttering, "If having a girlfriend ans I absolutely have to carry her bags, I’d rather be alone forever."
Lin Ruochun tugged at the hand Wen Qiao had hanging in front of her, looking up at her, "Can you believe he’d rather not have a girlfriend just to avoid carrying bags? What kind of extre straight male cancer is this?"
Wen Qiao’s tone was light, "No worries, when that ti cos, just get a boyfriend and then there’s no need to carry any bags."
The screen went black; Song Qian saw his character’s "corpse" lying in the bushes.
"Ah, Little Lu Ban is dead," Wen Qiao stretched her neck for a peek, clicking her tongue in pity, "Did he die because his shorter legs couldn’t run past Di Renjie?"
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