Quick Wear: But I just want to be a little transparent

The salesperson asked Song Xun, "Do you need me to take it out for you?"

Song Xun hesitated for a while, but finally nodded.

Zhang Weisheng bought him a lot of things this time. Maybe next time they quarrel, he will bring up the cell phone and clothes he bought for him, just like before.

Song Xun thought that after he gave Zhang Weisheng something, he would not be so passive next time and could only take the blame.

He can also argue with confidence.

Without asking for packaging, Song Xun paid the money and put the wallet directly in his pocket.

Not long after he went out, Zhang Weisheng also came out.

"Take you to dinner."

So Song Xun followed Zhang Weisheng into a restaurant outside. It was very quiet there, with only the sound of piano playing slowly flowing.

Zhang Weisheng made a reservation in advance and sat near the window.

Song Xun put down what he was holding and sat down on the chair opposite without saying a word.

Zhang Weisheng took the menu, ordered two servings of paella, charcoal-grilled pork ribs, and potato soup, glanced at the quiet Song Xun opposite him, and handed over the menu.

"What do you want to eat?"

Song Xun pushed the menu back again: "These are enough."

Zhang Weisheng said to the waiter on the side: "One more cheesecake, thank you."

Song Xun placed his hands on the table, like a good student in elementary school who was waiting for the teacher to call his name. He was completely obedient and completely different from the way he looked when he seemed to be about to rebel when only Zhang Weisheng and he were at home.

As soon as the waiter left, Song Xun immediately propped up his arms, stood up and moved closer to Zhang Weisheng opposite him, staring at him intently.

His expression couldn't hide something. Zhang Weisheng raised his eyes and looked at him calmly: "I didn't steal, rob, or win the lottery. There's no need to look at me like that."

Song Xun sat back down again.

Zhang Weisheng has been very easy to talk to lately. Song Xun propped up his head and looked at the people sitting in the restaurant. He suddenly said, "It seems like the people here often come to places like this to eat."

Zhang Weisheng: "Don't keep thinking about nonsense. I can't bring you here to eat every day."

Song Xun looked at him dimly: "I didn't think about anything." You could have done that, but you had to act like a rich young master wandering around, unwilling to inherit the family property.

The waiter started serving the dishes at this time.

Zhang Weisheng is only 20 years old. At this age, most people live under the protection of their parents and begin to fantasize about the unbridled youth.

Song Xun looked at Zhang Weisheng opposite him, his slightly lowered head making his features look even more profound.

Even though he grew up in a place like Mashui Lane, Zhang Weisheng still stood out. His innate restraint and depth enabled him to be calm and natural in any occasion, so much so that people could ignore the details that did not suit the occasion, such as his shabby clothes, worn shoes, and other details.

According to the original plot time, Zhang Weisheng had already started entering the company at this time.

Song Xun felt that he should try harder. He looked at Zhang Weisheng and said casually, "Zhang Weisheng, why haven't I met your family?"

Zhang Weisheng did not shy away from saying: "My mother died of illness."

Song Xun scratched the chair and asked the key point: "What about your father?"

Zhang Weisheng's expression did not change at all: "Dead."

"..." The topic was immediately cut short.

Song Xun did not give up and pretended to be envious: "People who come here must have very good family conditions. They don't have to live in rented houses or take taxis everywhere. They can eat whatever they want and buy whatever they want."

This statement was almost like pointing at Zhang Weisheng's nose and calling him out by name.

But Zhang Weisheng didn't seem to think about himself at all. Instead, he stared at Song Xun with a serious expression, as if nipping out any bad signs, and said, "Why do you always think about others? Just live your own life well."

For the first time, Song Xun felt resentful of Zhang Weisheng's slowness and his lack of fighting spirit.

His depression improved after he finished his meal, and he handed the wallet in his pocket to Zhang Weisheng.

Zhang Weisheng was obviously surprised: "You bought it for me?"

Song Xun nodded. The leather on Zhang Weisheng's wallet was almost falling off, but he hadn't thrown it away yet after using it for so long.

Zhang Weisheng looked down at his wallet. It was a similar style to the one he had used before. Based on the brand logo, he could calculate the approximate price.

He wanted to ask Song Xun where the money came from, but realized that this question was a bit disappointing, so he just said, "I like it very much."

Song Xun pursed the corners of his lips, unable to hide his happiness.

Zhang Weisheng picked up his bag and stood up: "Let's go back."

There were people gathering at the cashier counter, as if someone had lost something. Song Xun waited behind until Zhang Weisheng paid, and the two walked out together.

A middle-aged man chased after him.

"Wait a moment, both of you."

The man looked directly at the wallet in Zhang Weisheng's hand and said, "I lost my wallet, which is exactly the same as the one in your hand. Can you let me check it? I'm really sorry, there are important things in it."

Song Xun was a little stunned by this sudden situation. He instinctively looked at Zhang Weisheng, but he looked at himself at the same time. He was shocked by the distrust in his eyes and froze on the spot.

Zhang Weisheng handed the wallet to the man, and the man quickly searched through it. Of course, Song Xun knew that it was empty.

After all, it had only been taken out of the counter less than two hours ago.

Maybe that thing is really important to the man, so even if the wallet is empty, he still insists on looking inside.

Zhang Weisheng looked down at Song Xun, his tone serious: "Where are the things inside?"

This sentence means that he has determined that Song Xun took someone else's things.

Song Xun felt a wave of discomfort spreading from the bottom of his heart. He felt a lump in his chest. He looked up and glared at Zhang Weisheng and said, "I bought this with my own money."

Zhang Weisheng asked the question that had been there for a long time: "Where did you get the money?"

Apart from one month's salary at the cooking restaurant, Zhang Xiaoqi had no other source of income, and he had never given Zhang Xiaoqi cash directly.

Song Xun: "I bought it with the money I won in the lottery."

Zhang Weisheng's eyes showed distrust, and his face darkened: "You are still lying."

Seeing the distrust in his eyes, Song Xun felt angry and upset. It was as if a heavy, unpleasant rain was falling in her heart, beating at her sensitive and fragile heart whose self-esteem was hurt.

He hated Zhang Weisheng looking at him like that. Song Xun blinked hard: "I didn't lie. It's your fault."

There was no sign of easing on Zhang Weisheng's face. He could tolerate Zhang Xiaoqi's occasional bad habits, but that was limited. If Zhang Xiaoqi touched that existing warning line, no matter how much he tried to be submissive or to quibble, it would be of no use.

It’s not like Zhang Xiaoqi hasn’t done this before, but he had previously targeted Zhang Weisheng.

Just because he let Zhang Xiaoqi go several times doesn't mean he condones his behavior. Zhang Weisheng would never tolerate stealing.

"Zhang Xiaoqi, tell me yourself. I will only give you one chance."

Song Xun got angry when he saw Zhang Weisheng looking at him with a stern face, and raised his head and said, "If you don't believe me, why did you accept my things?"

He would rather give this wallet to the dog today than to Zhang Weisheng.