Song Zhe felt his whole body tighten, and a hot current rushed from his lower abdomen to his forehead. He took a deep breath, suppressed the restlessness in his heart, and sighed helplessly:
"Xiao Ru, I really don't know what to do with you."
He hugged Chen Xiaoru tightly, feeling her soft body, his heart filled with helplessness, feeling that if he did it a few more times, he would be ruined. He knew that he was completely defeated by this little devil.
On the other side, Cheng Rongrong and Song Qingqing were saying goodbye to Song Qingqing.
"Qingqing, this is what we have agreed on. Don't forget it when the time comes." Cheng Rongrong held Song Qingqing's hand and reminded her again and again, her eyes full of expectation and trust.
"Don't worry, Sister Rongrong, I promise I won't forget." Song Qingqing patted her chest and promised, with a bright smile on her face and a firm and confident look in her eyes.
"Well, I believe Qingqing. I'll wait for your good news then. I'll go back first."
Cheng Rongrong said this, turned around, and walked out gracefully, her skirt swaying gracefully. Song Qingqing hurriedly followed, personally helped Cheng Rongrong onto the carriage, and watched it rumble away before turning back to the house.
As soon as she entered the yard, she saw Song's mother coming back from outside. When Song's mother saw her, she asked casually:
"Qingqing, who came just now?"
"It's Sister Rongrong, but she's gone."
Song Qingqing answered obediently in a soft voice.
"What is she doing here again?" Mother Song frowned slightly, with a hint of displeasure in her tone.
"Sister Rongrong is here to play with me!"
Song Qingqing blinked her big eyes and spoke innocently, as if she didn't understand why her mother was unhappy.
Mother Song looked at her daughter's innocent appearance and sighed inwardly. This girl might have been sold and would have to help others count the money.
She secretly thought that she had to keep a close eye on Qingqing during this period, lest she be exploited by Cheng Rongrong again. Cheng Rongrong seemed to be on good terms with Qingqing on the surface, but who knew what she was up to behind the scenes. How could she have given birth to such a foolish daughter? It was truly depressing.
"Well, come in!"
Mother Song suppressed her thoughts, said something lightly, and walked into the yard first. Song Qingqing followed behind her.
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