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"I'm not a three-year-old child."
Although Song Junzhu said so, her hand was very honest as she snatched the fluffy doll from Lu Xing's arms and placed it beside her, and even very thoughtfully covered it with a quilt.
Looking at the smile that Professor Song couldn't suppress, Lu Xing almost laughed out loud.
'She's secretly happy again, sis.'
Visiting someone empty-handed and relying solely on one's mouth...
It's fine for a short time, but for a long time, it's very much like drawing a big pie.
Although Lu Xing was originally doing just that.
"But I think it's very cute. And this fluffy doll is called Little Sleepy Sheep."
"I hope it can sweep away insomnia and let you be yourself!"
Lu Xing's goosebumps were all up, but he still forced himself to finish his sentence.
These days, not everyone can say coaxing words.
If you accidentally laugh out loud, then it's completely over.
But thankfully.
These years, Lu Xing had learned to speak to people in a human way and to ghosts in a ghostly way. His skin was thicker than a Korean's, and he had also trained it.
"How did you bring it over?"
Song Junzhu suddenly thought of a very key question.
Lu Xing grinned and said with a silly laugh, "I carried it here from Haicheng in my suitcase."
"This is not an ordinary Little Sleepy Sheep. This is a Little Sleepy Sheep that has taken a plane. It's the pride of our sheep village."
The corners of Song Junzhu's mouth lifted. Her originally cold and beautiful eyes became soft and bright, sparkling with a little light.
She suddenly thought, that way, then Lu Xing's suitcase should have no daily necessities at all.
Lu Xing had carried a fluffy doll from thousands of miles away, just to put it in front of her and make her happy.
It really is...
"I'll have someone come and measure your size tomorrow and make you a few new clothes. You can wear them to take your graduation photos after the exams."
Lu Xing was ecstatic.
Sis Song is so generous!
When it came to money, Professor Song had always been generous.
When she said she would make clothes, it was definitely not just making clothes. It was from head to toe, from inside to outside, from clothes to watches and accessories, all matched together!
This is all money!
"By the way, where's my phone?"
The more Song Junzhu looked at Lu Xing, the more she liked him. She wanted to transfer him some more money to buy the fluffy doll.
Lu Xing took Professor Song's phone to the bedroom and handed it over reluctantly.
Song Junzhu looked at Lu Xing's reluctant look and asked with confusion.
"Did you use my money?"
"If you used it, you used it. It's no big deal."
"No." Lu Xing was taken aback for a moment.
Although he knew Professor Song's payment password, he was still quite professional.
He would only accept it if the client gave it to him.
In a normal state, he would never take the initiative to ask for things.
Of course, it wasn't because he didn't want to.
On the one hand, asking a client for a gift was not within the scope of the contract.
On the other hand, if he took the initiative to ask a client for things in daily life, the client might not say anything on the surface, but in their heart, they would definitely think this person was very low.
Who would want such a person to provide emotional value?
Losing a lot for a small gain is too irrational.
Since it wasn't about secretly using her money, then Song Junzhu didn't understand.
"Then why do I feel that you don't really want to give me the phone?"
"I'm sorry," Lu Xing said embarrassedly. "I muted your phone."
Hmm?
Song Junzhu glanced at her phone and found that it was indeed muted.
She didn't understand. "Why?"
Attention, attention!
When you've done something for someone, but you really want them to know...
Don't say it all in one go!
There has to be interaction, there has to be rhythm, there has to be a sense of exploration. Ask one question, answer one question!
Lu Xing lowered his head and said with great conflict.
"They seem to have made you unhappy. I don't want you to be unhappy."
"I'm sorry for making a decision for you without permission."
Song Junzhu was stunned.
Because she had always been pushed around as a child, she hated it when others made decisions for her as an adult.
But now.
She didn't feel disgusted at all. Instead, she had a sense of security from being protected.
Song Junzhu lowered her gaze.
Zhang Yue was right. She had fallen for Lu Xing a long time ago.
But she felt she should also explain why she still had contact with the Song family.
She didn't want Lu Xing to think she was indecisive.
So Song Junzhu recalled something from a long, long time ago.
"When my maternal grandfather was dying, he called me to his bedside alone."
"My grandfather was like a withered tree that had been corroded by insects. He held my hand with a hoarse voice and said..."
Song Junzhu let out a sarcastic laugh.
"He said he would give me half of his money and begged me to let my mother's family live a stable and rich life. They are really good parents."
This was not a request. This was a soft threat.
If she had refused this request at that time, then not only would she not have gotten a share of the property, but there would also have been unexpected consequences.
"So I agreed." This was the first time Song Junzhu had bowed her head.
She had never told anyone. Even Zhang Yue thought her maternal grandparents loved her very much, which was why they had left her so much money.
How could this be love?
A person who was still blackmailing her even before he died, how could this be love?
The only one they loved was their own daughter.
Lu Xing showed no surprise. He didn't believe that Song Junzhu's maternal grandparents, who were so powerful, couldn't see that there was a problem with the way Shan Muqiang was raising her.
Because they didn't care, they didn't manage it.
But they hadn't expected that the Song family's younger generation's ancestral grave only produced this one wisp of green smoke, Song Junzhu. The others were all mud that couldn't be supported on a wall.
So they had used this method to make Song Junzhu a safety net for the Song family.
If she really destroyed the Song family, and everyone was gone, what was the point of her living? Then everyone would just perish together.
She didn't know if her maternal grandparents had a backup plan. The two old folks had been around for so many years. It would be unreasonable if they didn't have some loyal people under them.
Song Junzhu was crazy, but she wasn't stupid.
So it had become this situation.
But Song Junzhu still felt very ashamed. Everyone said she was proud and never bowed her head. But in the end, didn't she still bow her head for money?
"You were right to agree!" Lu Xing waved his fist and said solemnly, "You should have agreed. Why shouldn't you?"
"You deserve all this money!"
"If I had my say, it should all have been given to you!"
Song Junzhu looked at Lu Xing's indignant look, and the sadness in her heart was reduced by a few degrees. She asked with a faint smile.
"Why should it all have been given to me?"
"Because I think you're good."
Lu Xing squatted by the bed and poked Professor Song's quilt.
"You deserve all this. They owe you."
Song Junzhu closed her eyes.
Choosing to hire Lu Xing six months ago was one of the most correct decisions she had ever made in her life.
"Sleep, Professor Song."
Lu Xing leaned over and turned off the bedroom light, then sat on the floor, gently leaning against the bed.
"Little Sleepy Sheep and I are here with you."
"Get on."
"Huh?"
"Get on and sleep."
"Oh."
Lu Xing slept on the other side of the bed. Little Sleepy Sheep was placed between him and Song Junzhu.
Half an hour later.
Sensing that Professor Song, who had been through a huge emotional upheaval today, was asleep, Lu Xing carefully turned his head to look at her.
Among his clients, Professor Song was the one with the coldest and most aggressive, strong-featured look.
But Professor Song's personality was completely different from her appearance.
Prematurely mature people are usually late bloomers, and proud people are all impatient. Song Junzhu had both of these characteristics.
Sigh.
Lu Xing hadn't mentioned it just now, but he still felt that Song Junzhu's mother was also one of the reasons for the current situation.
Sometimes, acquiescence is also a kind of accomplice.
Did Song Junzhu's mother really not know what Shan Muqiang was thinking?
Of course, she knew.
But according to Professor Song's attitude towards her mother just now, Lu Xing felt that she still hadn't completely given up on her.
This is difficult to handle.
Parents have children for many reasons. It could be because of love, for old-age support, because they see others having children, or it could just be an accident and they have no money for an abortion.
"Just like me."
Accepting that your parents may not love you is the great path to a new life.
People are always tirelessly begging for love from someone who doesn't love them.
This will drive oneself crazy.
Lu Xing lay flat, staring at the ceiling. Who on earth is happy?
The screen by his pillow lit up.
Lu Xing came back to his senses and went to see who had sent the message.
And then he saw a familiar old friend.
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