"Cake?" Wei Yu raised an eyebrow and said directly to him, "Give me some."
"Give me two yuan, how can you be so stingy?"
Seeing that Song Ling didn't move, Wei Yu repeated himself.
When a tall, muscular man shouts something like that, it sounds inexplicably like a child begging for candy.
This isn't a trivial matter; who would have thought this person's thinking would be so unconventional?
"Here you go, here you go."
Song Ling simply gave everything in her hands to Wei Yu, since it had been soaked in water anyway, and she didn't know if it was still edible.
Wei Yu took the bag from Song Ling, and her expression suddenly softened a lot.
When Song Ling saw Wei Yu, she suddenly thought of Wang Ting: "Do you know about Wang Ting's matter?"
"How the hell should I know? Do I look like I need someone to sleep with? I don't need to sneak around watching other people's videos. It's disgusting."
Wei Yu glared at him, picked up Song Ling's umbrella from the ground, and walked out of the alley.
For several days in a row, things went inexplicably, leaving Song Ling completely baffled.
When these people come to cause him trouble, why can't he even speak clearly?
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Chapter 19 (2/2)
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The bewildered person calmed down and went to the convenience store to get an umbrella.
The cashier scanned Song Ling's terminal, and the payment program displayed the words "Payment Abnormal".
A bad feeling crept into Song Ling's mind. Just as he was about to refresh the program, Ms. Song sent a call request.
"Mom? Why are you calling?"
Congratulations on your third place!
Ms. Song's voice sent a chill down the spines of those who had just been caught in the rain.
"You know." He knew he couldn't hide it from him.
"I not only know these things, but I also know that you rented a place and kept an Omega, didn't you?"
Ms. Song's voice was relatively calm.
"Who told you that?"
"You don't need to worry about that, Song Ling. What did you promise me back then?"
"We're not in the kind of relationship you're thinking of."
"Isn't that right? You rented the house, but you stayed. Song Ling, I sent you to Song County so you could focus on your studies, not so you could have a lover. You should do things appropriate for your age. Right now, you're not only wasting your own time, but also others'. You're an Alpha. Once you finish your studies, you can just leave. What are you going to do with an Omega from a small county?"
"Mom, he's not a mistress. Trust me, we can handle this."
Song Ling never treated Luo Wenchuan as a mere pastime; he wanted to cherish and protect this person.
"Since you're so capable, you'd better figure out how to support yourself before graduation. By the way, I've already contacted someone to help you cancel your rental agreement. Get back to communal living as soon as possible, and take care of yourself."
"mom--"
Before Song Ling could finish calling out "Mom," Song Zhiruo had already hung up. Ms. Song was always decisive and efficient; she had probably already finished her business before calling to let him know.
Song Ling glanced at the black screen of the terminal, took a deep breath, and headed towards the rented room.
Ms. Song is extremely busy every day, so it's impossible for her to know about this so quickly. Someone must have secretly reported it behind her back.
In the entire Song County, the only person who knew about him and Luo Wenchuan, and had the ability to contact Ms. Song, was Jiang Hanzhou.
I wonder how old this person is, why is he complaining to his parents?
Song Ling sighed. As soon as she reached the fourth floor, she saw the landlady standing at the door talking to Luo Wenchuan.
"Xiao Song, you're finally back! Auntie..."
Seeing Aunt Fang's troubled expression, Song Ling knew what had happened: "Auntie, you don't need to say anything more. Just give us one night, and we'll move out."
"Okay, sure."
Hearing Song Ling say this, the landlady felt relieved. She glanced at Song Ling and said, "Little Song, you've tidied up the house very well. I don't need the rent. I'll keep it for you. If you can come back again in the future, please do."
"Thank you, Aunt Fang."
Only after everyone had left did Luo Wenchuan ask Song Ling with a worried expression, "Brother Ling, what happened?"
"It's nothing. My mom wanted me to experience communal living, so she cancelled my room reservation."
His account was also frozen, but Song Ling didn't want to tell anyone about it.
There's still plenty of money on my meal card, so I won't go hungry.
Upon hearing Song Ling's words, Luo Wenchuan tugged at his sleeve and asked, "Then where will we go from now on?"
Seeing Luo Wenchuan's dejected expression, Song Ling couldn't help but smile: "It's okay, I'll ask the homeroom teacher if we can move to a two-person room. We'll go back to our original dorm tomorrow, and if you want, we can live together after the application is approved."
"real?"
Upon hearing these words, Luo Wenchuan's eyes finally lit up.
Song Ling brought the person home. Time was tight and the task was heavy. Luo Wenchuan went to pack his things, while Song Ling took a shower first and then sent a call request to Li Lisheng.
Li Lisheng's idea was to let Song Ling move back to her original six-person room first, and to submit the reasons for applying to change dormitories in a couple of days, asking him to be patient.
This will be the last time I stay in this house.
Song Ling didn't have much affection for this two-bedroom apartment before, but it wasn't until Luo Wenchuan moved in that she started to feel a sense of home.
The balcony is full of flowers, and clean clothes are hanging on the clothesline. It feels so wonderful to have someone waiting for you when you get home.
Luo Wenchuan often said that his appearance was like a dream, and for him, the appearance of this person was also a beautiful dream.
Looking at the person carefully tidying up the clothes, Song Ling suddenly felt a warm feeling in her heart.
In fact, as long as Luo Wenchuan is still around, there is no difference between living at school and living outside.
Even sleeping on the streets would probably be quite romantic.
Song Ling lay in bed, enjoying the last moment of comfort of staying in her own little house.
I was sound asleep when I was suddenly awakened by thunder outside. Summer was already over, but Songxian still rarely had sunny days.
Song Ling glanced at the tree branches outside the window, swaying precariously in the strong wind, then got up and went to the bathroom. Just as she was about to lie back down on the bed, she suddenly noticed that the light in Luo Wenchuan's room was still on.
The two of them rarely close the door when they sleep, so it's unclear whether the child is reading or has simply forgotten to turn off the light.
Song Ling put on a coat and walked towards Luo Wenchuan's room. As soon as she entered the room, she saw a person wrapped in a quilt on the bed with his back to the door, curled up in a small ball.
"Wen Chuan".
Song Ling called out softly, and Luo Wenchuan paused for a moment upon hearing it.
"Aren't you asleep yet?"
Seeing that Luo Wenchuan was still facing away from her, she felt that something might be wrong with him today.
Song Ling walked to the other side of the bed, and Luo Wenchuan suddenly buried his face in the blanket.
Are you feeling unwell?
Song Ling removed the blanket from Luo Wenchuan's face and froze upon seeing Luo Wenchuan's face.
The child's fair face was streaked with tears, and his eyes were terribly red. Song Ling looked at Luo Wenchuan and suddenly felt a pang in her heart.
I wonder how long this child has been crying by himself.
"How old are you? Why are you still crying?" Song Ling smiled, sat on the edge of the bed, and touched Luo Wenchuan's forehead.
Thankfully, I don't have a fever.
It would have been better if he hadn't said those words. As soon as he did, Luo Wenchuan's eyes started to water like a tap had been turned on, and tears kept flowing uncontrollably.
That crying almost broke Song Lingxin's heart.
"Why is it getting more and more serious?"
Song Ling sat up on the bed, pulled Luo Wenchuan out of the covers, and made him sit on his lap: "Tell Brother Ling, did you have a nightmare?"
Luo Wenchuan is the most sensible person in the world. Even when he is wronged, he always suffers in silence.
Luo Wenchuan pressed his head against Song Ling's chest and said in a very soft voice, "Brother Ling, I'm scared."
"What are you afraid of? Are you afraid of the dark or ghosts? What you should be most afraid of is me, this scheming Alpha."
Upon hearing Song Ling's words, the person in his arms stopped crying.
I'm afraid you'll abandon me.
Luo Wenchuan's voice was muffled, which made Song Ling's heart feel frosty. Thinking of Luo Wenchuan's experience of being abandoned by his parents, Song Ling understood why this child was so insecure.
"No one will abandon you, baby."
After Song Ling finished speaking, he felt Luo Wenchuan tighten his arm around his waist.
Perhaps sleeping in separate rooms is a way of distancing oneself from Luo Wenchuan. The child has been crying silently for days.
"I'll sleep with you instead."
"Um……"
Luo Wenchuan finally smiled a little. He lay on Song Ling's chest, trying to get as close as possible to the Alpha beneath him.
There is nothing in this world that he cannot obtain, and Song Ling is no exception.
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Before moving back, Song Ling had a friend in the capital mail her a private terminal.
His family started out making endpoint security systems, and he himself is very fond of endpoint products. He collected all sorts of endpoints when he lived in Beijing.