Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

Qu Wu's voice came from the other side: "Have you eaten?"

She heard the crisp sound of the spatula turning over and over in the pot, which made it easy for her to imagine the scene of fire roaring and steam rising in the kitchen.

"What?" She asked lazily, "Are you cooking?"

"It wasn't me, it was my mother." Qu Biantai seemed a little embarrassed and whispered, "She suddenly attacked me and took me home."

Qu Wu's mother seemed to have heard the conversation and said loudly, "Is that Xiao Kong? Would you like to come to Auntie's house for dinner? You young people really have an irregular life and don't eat on time at all. If I hadn't checked you today, Qu Wu wouldn't know when you would have dinner. Auntie will ask someone to pick you up. How about you come to our house for dinner?"

"Oh mom, please stop talking. You're making me act like a child."

Qu Wu covered her phone slightly and walked aside. In the background, she could still hear her aunt's scolding. Qu Wu felt even more embarrassed: "Don't listen to my mom. Even if she didn't come to see me, I would still eat on time. I'm not that busy." After a quick chat, she immediately followed up, "I'm here to pick you up now. How about you come to my house for dinner?"

"No." Ye Kong said, "I'm too lazy to run."

"...I'll pick you up."

"Too lazy to go downstairs."

"...I'll carry you downstairs."

"hehe."

"...Really not coming? My mom cooks delicious food, and she can also make your favorite dishes."

"You eat more."

Ye Kong hung up the phone directly.

I had only been lying down for less than three seconds when my phone started vibrating again.

"Then I'll order takeout for you. How about the private dining room last time?"

"I can do it myself, leave me alone."

Ye Kong hung up the phone again impatiently.

It was finally quiet.

The street lights outside the window all lit up.

The upper and lower floors of the cafe were dark as if no one was there.

Ye Kong was too lazy to turn on the light.

She allowed herself to gradually sink into the deepening darkness.

Endless memories of the lingering sound of cooking with oil smoke in the phone.

The light thus extended into her imagination like an illusion.

She did not envy Qu Wu for having a family and a mother, but she envied Qu Wu for having a brain that could feel everything and be happy and sad about it.

Although she is a pervert, and a pervert with a rough and dark past, she will also be a happy pervert.

Ye Kong thought that Qu Wu would definitely have a bright, satisfying and vigorous future.

Even though she still quarrels with her mother from time to time - ah, being able to have the emotion of "quarreling" is also a kind of ability.

……

The girl sat in front of the window, forming a black shadow.

She was idly trying to make the pen stand up on the table.

The first time it failed, the pencil fell down with a snap.

The second time I failed as well, and the pencil rolled around on the table.

The third time he also failed and almost hit her nose.

the fourth time……

Click, click, click...

In the darkness, along with the ticking of the second hand, there was also a clicking sound that seemed to never stop.

She was like a clockwork toy, endlessly repeating this game as the night deepened.

Time returns to silence amidst the flying thoughts.

It was no different from the nights I spent painting, daydreaming, or gazing at the stars while buried in the dirt.

The street lights were yellow, shining dimly in the distance.

The huge window in front of her could only let in a little blurry light.

Then, I don’t know how much time passed.

Suddenly, tiny snow-white flowers floated into my peripheral vision.

It fell on the glass with a sound as light as a feather.

pat-

The pencil fell on the table for the last time.

Ye Kong forgot to pick it up.

She raised her head silently, her dark pupils immersed in the night seemed to float up from the bottom of the water, facing the dim light outside the window, reflecting the snow fluttering and about to fall from the depths of the night sky.

A large flake of snow is about to cover the entire sky and earth.

·

"It's snowing again."

When it was almost time to rest, Wen Can heard the servant's voice.

He suddenly stopped.

Moving the wheelchair to the French window in the stairwell, he saw that the night sky of the manor was covered by snow falling from the sky.

"Sir?" The servant, who had become respectful again under Wen Rong's attitude, asked him tentatively, "Are you going back to your room to rest?"

"Do not."

Wen Can said.

He didn't know whether it was the snow that suddenly made this place particularly unbearable, or whether there was some other impulse driving him.

In short, he changed his mind without any reason but without hesitation.

"I have something to do, I have to go back."

As he said this, he drove his wheelchair into the elevator and left the manor without even looking at Wen Rong who came to stop him.

The car became quieter.

Secretary Fei looked at him while driving: "Going back to the villa?"

"Yeah." Wen Can was a little tired.

Every second he stayed in the manor, he had to suppress the nausea that was rising at any time. Now that he was suddenly leaving without any warning, his stomach felt a little burning.

There was no light in the car. Leaning back in his chair, he could see the snow hitting the window and being blown away by the wind.

The whistling sound of the wind came muffledly into my ears through the glass.

About ten minutes later, when the car was about to enter the downtown area, Wen Can suddenly said, "Go to Yushan University."

Secretary Fei glanced in the rearview mirror.

Most of the man's body was sunken in the shadows as he leaned against the seat. Only his eyes, looking out the window, were dimly lit by the flickering street lights.

Secretary Fei withdrew his gaze and silently entered another destination.

·

The car drove into the campus.

After a while, Wen Can saw the dark coffee shop.

Until the car stopped at the door, the wind and snow were still outside the window. Through the glass, Wen Can saw the locked glass door.

The boss doesn't look like he's home.

The car was silent. Secretary Fei looked back and asked, "How about making a phone call?"

After a while, he heard Wen Can's voice: "No."

He seemed to smile: "She should still be playing outside. Tu Wan and his friends always have many good places to go—"

After a pause, he murmured to himself, "It's snowing again..."

With any luck... I hope she'll call me again.

Wen Can thought about this and held the phone tightly, then said, "Let's go."

The car turned around and left the coffee shop.

The bright car lights moved past the second-floor window, illuminating an empty pencil on the table and a piece of paper with a boy's silhouette drawn on it.

The car lights only lit up for a moment, then faded away, and Wen Can once again headed towards the cold and bleak villa that was like a wooden house.

In the opposite direction from him, a girl just got out of a taxi.