Quick Wear: I am a good female supporting role

Chapter 277 The Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Character in the Double Life Story 3

Wei Lingruo was a little silent. Perhaps everyone has their own obsession.

The childhood growth environment has a huge impact on a person, and habits are difficult to change.

"system."

"exist."

Wei Lingruo: "I've always been curious, can the original owner of these tasks complete them by themselves?"

"Yes, host. But the price you have to pay is a bit high. Most people would choose a more cost-effective method. However, this is not within our scope of responsibility."

As if she had guessed what Wei Lingruo was thinking, "The original owner didn't come by herself, in addition to the high cost, there was another reason, which was because she was afraid that she would be soft-hearted towards Fu Linfeng, just like Fu Linfeng was soft-hearted towards Song Ciya, and continue to be nice to Fu Linfeng."

She was reluctant to leave Fu Linfeng, but also reluctant to take revenge on him.

In the end, she followed him silently, serving as a nanny who could be called upon and dismissed at will by Fu Linfeng and Song Ciya.

Wei Lingruo: ...

After asking the questions, Wei Lingruo came to the table where a wired telephone was placed. She searched for fragments from the original owner's memory and called the original owner's parents.

No one answered the phone.

Wei Lingruo sighed softly.

If I had come a few days earlier, the second task might have been completed easily.

The original owner's parents also loved her. Even though they were busy with work and their family was poor, they still gave her everything they could.

When the mother was at home, she would hold the little girl in her arms and gently coax her to sleep every night, softly stroke her head, and tell her fairy tales.

She would buy her a pink little dress, and every time she and her husband drove back from outside, she would bring a bunch of delicious and fun things for the original owner.

It’s a pity that poverty is like a sword hanging over our heads, ready to fall.

In order for their daughter to have a better life in the future, the original owner's parents cooperated with the owner of the goods and invested all their savings in this batch of goods, just waiting for a generous return so that they could rent a better house, let their daughter go to the best school, and buy her the newest and most beautiful dresses.

Unfortunately, something happened. Not only did they die, but the goods they bought with the owner were also lost. Fortunately, the owner was kind and did not ask for compensation from this broken family.

The love that the original owner had always longed for was actually obtained in childhood, but was lost prematurely.

If her parents were still alive, even if her life was a little difficult, she would not be so lacking in love that she almost lost herself in love.

"Knock, knock, knock--" the wooden door made a sound.

Wei Lingruo walked over and opened the door.

The visitor was a man in his thirties. When he saw the girl of seven or eight years old, he sighed.

He brought Wei Lingruo the sad news that her parents were in trouble.

The little girl in front of him lowered her head, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, looking very fragile.

The interior environment was in full view, and the man looked at the dilapidated house and felt even more pity for the little girl.

"Little friend, go contact your relatives and take care of your parents' funeral."

"Yeah." Wei Lingruo lowered her head.

After simply tidying up the room, Wei Lingruo took out the kitchen waste in the house and went downstairs alone.

While throwing away the garbage, she happened to bump into a familiar figure.

The boy was wearing a washed-out shirt with faint signs of wear and tear visible on the cuffs. His hair was a little disheveled, but it did not hide his handsome face, familiar eyebrows, and beautiful thin lips. It was hard to imagine how handsome he would be when he grew up.

The boy's fingers, which were holding the garbage, were white and slender, with distinct joints. Seeing the little girl in front of him also standing on tiptoe with the garbage and wanting to throw it away, he quickly took it and helped her throw it into the trash can.

"Xiao Ruo, your parents haven't come back yet?" Pei Qinghui squatted down and touched her head.

Pei Qinghui does not live in this old neighborhood. He lives alone in an old house. Like the original owner, his parents died a few years ago and he takes care of himself.

Pei Qinghui rejected those relatives who wanted to adopt him. They were all very poor and he didn't want to drag them down, become a burden to them, and simply attract dislike.

The original owner's parents were kind-hearted people. Because Pei Qinghui had lost his parents, they felt very sorry for the young boy and always took care of him. After a few visits, they gradually became familiar with each other.

Wei Lingruo's eyes were red, "Brother, something happened to mom and dad. They are dead and can't come back."

Pei Qinghui was stunned, as if he had not expected this answer. He had originally planned to go out to do some part-time work in a few days, but now he changed his mind and planned to attend the funeral before leaving.

Now, of the three members of the Wei family, only Wei Lingruo is left.

Looking at the thin and fragile little girl in front of him, Pei Qinghui felt a little uncomfortable. All living beings suffer, and he himself is not having an easy time either, and he can't help this little girl.

If possible, he would like to help her, but he is only a twelve-year-old boy and his situation is the same as the girl in front of him, not much better.

The landlord with a beer belly came down from upstairs with a big bag in his hand. When he saw Wei Lingruo, he threw the things over to her.

"Get out of here now. The lease on the house has expired and you can't live here anymore." The male landlord also heard from other people that Wei Lingruo's parents had passed away, so he immediately came over to chase her away, fearing that the seven-year-old girl would stay in his house and refuse to leave.

The things in the bag were all from the house, and you could tell how prompt the landlord was.

The original owner knelt on the ground and cried, begging him to let her stay for a while longer, at least until her parents' funeral was over before sending her away.

The landlord looked at the little girl with disgust, and finally the neighbors persuaded each other and allowed the little girl to live there until her parents' funeral was over.

"If I remember correctly, the lease on the house will expire in a few days, right? What do you mean by doing this?" Pei Qinghui stood in front of Wei Lingruo and looked at the landlord coldly.

"Tsk, her parents died a long time ago, so it doesn't matter if she died a few days earlier or later?" The landlord waved his hand and said indifferently.

"Is it because you want your mistress to move in with you?" Pei Qinghui's words were like a heavy blow to the landlord's heart.

How could this young man know his secret?

"What are you talking about?!" The landlord was angry, but his eyes were full of guilt.

"If you don't want your wife at home to know, return the rent for these few days."

The landlord gritted his teeth and took out a few wads of change from his pocket. "Is that all right? Leave now. You are not welcome here."

After saying that, he fled in a panic, as if he was going to erase all traces of the mistress.

Pei Qinghui stared at his back and sneered.

He had already reminded the landlord's wife, and the landlord's wife also knew about it and was ready to make the landlord lose everything.

Even if the landlord goes back now, it is too late to save the situation.

Pei Qinghui picked up the money, folded it and gave it to Wei Lingruo.

Looking at the silent girl in front of him, Pei Qinghui said, "Stay at my place first."