"Brother..." The little girl put down the knife and fork in her hand and lowered her head, "I'm sorry..."

"What are you sorry for?" Zhou Ping laughed, "Don't talk nonsense, eat quickly, it will only take half an hour."

"Well..." The little girl picked up the knife and fork again and ate slowly.

Zhou Ping didn't take a bite. He just looked at the little girl opposite who was still eating slowly with her head down, wondering what he should do with the little girl.

With the little girl's experience and her sensibility, he really wanted to be cruel to her, but he didn't want to do anything to her.

So does the rest of the family.

From the time she came home, no one in the family had ever said a harsh word to the little girl. He did not expect that this did not make the little girl feel at ease. On the contrary, it made the little girl feel insecure and made her feel even more dependent on others.

After eating, the little girl continued to hand out flyers, while Zhou Ping got in the car and returned to the company.

On the way back, while sitting in the back seat of the car, Zhou Ping, who seldom smoked, picked out a cigarette from the cigarette case and smoked it.

Halfway through the draw, I dialed the number of my friend Xue Yan.

"What are you doing?" Zhou Ping asked.

Xue Yan: "I was eating, and the morning operation ended a little late. What's wrong?" I heard something was wrong with his voice.

"Smoking."

Xue Yan smiled and said, "Are you having trouble?"

"Um."

"It has something to do with your little girl."

Zhou Ping was stunned for a moment, "How do you know?"

Xue Yan smiled and said: "Yao Fen and the others said that since the little girl entered your house, your mood has changed with that of your little girl. My Yuebao and I feel the same way."

Zhou Ping also laughed: "Is it so obvious?"

"It's quite obvious." Xue Yan smiled and nodded. "So what happened?"

"The better we treat her, the more she feels like an outsider and dependent on others. My head hurts. I want to hurt her, but seeing her lowering her head opposite me, I can't bear to do it."

Xue Yan said: "When her mother passed away, she was already so old and already had her own ideas. Now that she is in college, she has her own ideas. Maybe it will be better if you don't force her."

"But we want to give her a home!"

"But she's unhappy and doesn't think it's her home. So even if you give her ten homes, what will happen?"

"That's why I'm annoyed!" Then, Wei Wei asked: "Then what do I do?"

"I've already told you how to do it. If you don't force it, it might be better."

Zhou Ping became even more exhausted: "I know. I'll give it a try."

*

Zhou Ping knew about it, but he also misunderstood it. He thought that Xue Yan didn't force anything, just that he no longer always looked for Mo Yaoyao and called Mo Yaoyao.

He was also afraid of putting more pressure on Mo Yaoyao.

It was under this level of fear that Zhou Ping stopped calling Mo Yaoyao that night as before.

It was the same in the next few days, Zhou Ping didn't call Mo Yaoyao again.

He also thought about it carefully. When the little girl Mo Yaoyao first came to his house, he and his family were indeed a little deliberate. They would deliberately always call the little girl, and deliberately always find various topics to talk to the little girl.

When a girl talks, she can always bring the little girl along, for fear that the little girl will feel a little left out.

But as time went by, the family members changed a bit, because almost all of the little girl's attention was paid to him, and the family felt relieved and left everything to him.

And he was used to it.

I'm so used to it that I no longer take it seriously. Calling Mo Yaoyao and looking for Mo Yaoyao is as normal as eating and drinking with him.
Chapter completed!