Shaoqing waited for the bus.

There were a lot of people on the bus, Shaoqing hugged the cat, and walked to the back of the car until he saw the empty seat.

She sat down, raised her hand to touch the hair of the stars, and then turned her head to look out the window.

Song Xueguan has a suspicious temperament, even if he guesses her hints and is willing to tell her what happened back then, he will definitely have to investigate for a few days before he takes the initiative to contact her.

These few days are enough time for her to prepare for the confrontation with Xu Mao Hall.

Shao Qing frowned slightly, then took out his mobile phone, looked for it in his address book for a while, and then turned out a contact.

Xie Fuguang.

This is the male protagonist of the last book.

The male protagonists in those five books are all related to several families in Pingjing, and they are from prominent backgrounds, but they have a bad relationship with the family, only Xie Fuguang is an exception.

He is the youngest son of the Xie family, he has been talented and intelligent since he was a child, and he has been raised like a golden pimple, and the only time he has a dispute with his family is because his family wants him to enter politics, and he wants to engage in scientific research.

When she met Xie Fuguang, he was falling out with his family, and ran out of Xie's house alone with his luggage and left Pingjing by train.

Shaoqing had not long started the company, she went to negotiate a business, and when she arrived at the train station, she saw Xie Fuguang squatting on the platform.

His appearance is handsome and cold, his eyebrows and eyes are light, like a landscape splashing ink, and like a snow-capped mountain cloud, with a cold temperament.

There were a lot of little girls gathered around him, whispering something in a low voice.

Shao Qing carried his luggage and looked at him silently for a while, then took the initiative to walk over, squatted in front of Xie Fuguang, and whispered, "Xie Fuguang?"

She entered the national competition group in junior high school and participated in the global competition as a seeded player. There are very few people in the junior high school group, and they often do activities with people in the high school group.

Xie Fuguang is a member of the high school group, Shaoqing has seen him twice and recognizes his appearance.

Xie Fuguang raised his head slightly.

He has long and slender eyes, and there is a tear mole at the end of the eye, which looks cold and seductive.

Xie Fuguang stared at her suspiciously for a while, and also recognized her: "The one in the junior high school group-" He thought about it, didn't remember Shaoqing's name, raised his eyebrows, and apologized: "I'm sorry, I forgot your name." ”

Shao Qing didn't care: "It's okay." ”

She asked, "Why are you here? Why are you crouching on the ground?"

Xie Fuguang was silent for a moment, then raised his hand and touched his pocket, and said in a low voice: "My documents were stolen." ”

He looked at Shao Qing as if asking for help: "What should I do?"

When Xie Fuguang was in Xie's house, others had to worry about everything, and when he was in the training team, he could find the teacher to solve everything. It was the first time he had gone out on his own.

Shao Qing blinked.

She looked down at Xie Fuguang for a while, then reached out and pulled him up: "I'll take you to the police, and then report the loss of your documents." ”

Shao Qing led Xie Fuguang to the police station, registered the situation, and then asked, "Why did you come here?"

Xie Fuguang sat on the bench, tilted his head and looked at Shao Qing for a while, thinking that Shao Qing helped him report the loss of his documents, and he was a good person, so he said slowly: "I ran away from home." ”

Shaoqing: "?"

She asked, "What did you say?"

Xie Fuguang repeated: "I ran away from home. ”

As he said this, as if he suddenly remembered something, he leaned forward slightly, and looked at Shao Qing expectantly: "I don't have any money......

"Can you take me in?"

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[Author's Message]

Ah, PK lost in the first round again...... I'm a good dish...... Will my editor talk to me tomorrow...... Ah, am I almost on the shelves......

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