Wen Qiao was caught off guard by her crying: "Why are you crying?"
The delicate young lady really couldn't bear it.
Fang Duo wiped her tears and choked up as she said, "I have disbanded the New Folk Music Society. My hand is injured and I can't play the guzheng anymore. I now know that none of the people around me are sincere to me. They just want to curry favor with me and flatter me. They hope that I will become arrogant and suffer the consequences. They all hope that I will suffer misfortune."
Su Yun muttered: "Qiao Qiao, don't quarrel with your classmates, talk nicely."
Wen Qiao: "No quarrel, Mom, you cook your food."
Wen Qiao looked at the person squatting on the ground: "What does this have to do with me?"
"When I think about it, you may be the best person to me in school."
Wen Qiao raised his hand: "Don't... I treat you like that."
Fang Duo was being too extreme. She had always said that she wanted to harm her, but suddenly she said that she was the best to her.
She changes her attitude faster than turning the pages of a book.
Fang Duo's tears rolled down her cheeks: "Wen Qiao, I can't play the guzheng anymore, but I still like playing it. I've closed the New Folk Music Club for your sake. Can't you let me go to your old folk music club? I can do something, even if it's just a promotion, I'm doing what I like, wuwuwu..."
The weather was hot, and Wen Qiao was upset by her crying, "Can you please stop crying first?"
Anyone who walked past her door would look at her curiously, thinking that Wen Qiao had gotten into some trouble outside and that was why they came to her house.
Fang Duo sobbed: "I don't even have any friends in CAOC."
Lu Youyou snorted: "You asked for it. You only know how to throw money at people."
Fang Duo sobbed again: "I'm already so miserable, and you still blame me."
Lu Youyou had a headache: "Try crying again."
Wen Qiao pressed his temple and said, "But our folk music club is really not short of people right now. So, we can be friends with you, but forget about joining the folk music club. What do you think?"
Fang Duo has the temper of a typical spoiled daughter. She may be in a good mood today and want to be friends with you, but if she is provoked by someone tomorrow, there might be another conflict.
When Fang Duo heard that they could be friends, she immediately burst into laughter: "Really?"
Wen Qiao responded twice: "Really, really."
Fang Duo immediately made a phone call and saw her driver entering the yard carrying large and small bags in his left and right hands. There were all kinds of brand-name bags, brand-name clothes and shoes, and all kinds of skin care products and cosmetics, all placed on the old elm table.
Wen Qiao picked one up and looked at it carefully: "What are these used for?"
"Highlighter, for makeup, this brand is very easy to use."
Wen Qiao had a blank expression: "Highlight? Where is the highlight?"
Lu Youyou scratched her neck. "Our Qiao is a straight girl. She doesn't know how to put on makeup. And do you think she can wear the clothes you gave her? She wears T-shirts and jeans all day long."
Wen Qiao said solemnly: "Fang Duo, do you know why you don't have any true friends around you?"
Fang Duo was a little confused.
"You can't buy true friends with money. If you really want others to be true to you, you should be true to others first. Take these things back."
Fang Duo was stunned for a moment, but finally let the driver take all the things away.
She had always made friends that way since she was a child. She fell into deep thought, as if she had vaguely learned something.
(End of this chapter)