Something's wrong, they're not NPCs?

Miao Xueer never waited for Su Ming, and the shop owner, who had received money from Su Ming and was greeted by the people of the Stray family, did not dare to leave work.

"Has anything happened to him?"

"……No."

"I just received a message from Mr. Su saying the subway was blocked."

"It's blocked? What does that mean?"

"Uh."

The female shopkeeper paused.

"Is the subway too slow? Can't come here quickly?"

"Yes."

"Is this what civilian life is like? Fine, I'll just wait."

"..."

The owner didn't dare say anything.

She was just a small fry in the side branch of the Stray family. She only knew that Su Ming and Miao Xueer were the most distinguished guests of the Stray family.

but……

What the hell is the subway jam?! Sir, are you trying to trick a fool like this?! The key point is that this pretty girl who had greeted me before and had no common sense at all, actually believed it?!

Where did you live before?! The Middle Ages?!

I'm going to Chongqing these two days, so I'll just update a single chapter of about 4k~6k words for the time being. Sorry! I'll definitely compensate my lovely book friends when I get back~

Chapter 168 The Queen Wants to Keep Working Hard

2 month 21 day.

Night.

Plato came to pick me up.

Holding an umbrella. When we eloped, he and I didn't have an umbrella.

"this?"

"Only five pounds."

Two is £10.

I worked all day and was extremely clumsy... I even wasted raw materials four or five times. In my previous life, the nobles would have dismissed such people. They might even have demanded compensation.

But the owner didn't.

Just said that my salary is paid daily, 30 pounds.

There are only 6 umbrellas.

I'm not stupid either.

To this extent, it must be that Plato said something to the owner and gave me special care.

"Such a small umbrella is not easy to use."

"Ah? Indeed, I didn't expect it to rain so heavily."

"Why buy two umbrellas if they don't work?"

"..."

"Next time! Just hold on. You don't have much money."

"Really? Let's do this next time."

"..."

Then there's no benefit in taking care of me.

Moreover!

I don’t mind being too close to him. It’s okay if my shoulders get a little wet and my shoes get wet.

The store provided lunch.

I don't need to eat. It's more to satisfy my appetite.

What I really want to eat...

"Plato."

"Ok?"

"You work, do you eat?"

"I must have had lunch, but not dinner yet. What do you want to eat?"

"……I will not eat."

"There's no need to save on this, right? This is a necessary expense."

"no!"

I looked at the pedestrians in the rain, and then looked around at the skyscrapers that I finally recognized.

"I...I don't have to eat anyway."

"What I really want to eat is the one after you Sese."

"So you spend the money you give me on food. I don't want to see you in poor health and unable to give to me."

How much does the oral solution that the maid gave me earlier cost?

Nothing in the palace is cheap.

"No. As long as it's not too frequent, you will recover after a good night's sleep."

“It doesn’t cost too much to eat normally.”

"But I only eat for the taste, and it doesn't provide me with any nutrition. I can save money by not eating."

I made a decision.

I don't want to waste Plato's money. It's just a craving, I can control it.

Take the subway again.

To be honest, after a busy day, there are so many things I don’t understand and so many things I need to learn. It’s very tiring.

I saw a woman sleeping on a man's shoulder on the side.

I definitely don't like doing this normally, I mean... it seems like it's very dependent on Plato.

But my peers have told me before that men often like to be relied on by women. Plato is no exception.

after all……

Just because you wanted to hear my confession, you made me cry.

"Xue'er?"

"Just, just for a while."

"Tired?"

"……Um."

Plato has such broad shoulders.

Talk about eloping.

Plato brought me out, which means I followed him.

I planned to be a good woman and follow him.

tired.

But now I feel relaxed again.

Get off the subway.

"Plato, why do you want to press that card here?"

"This is a ticket sensor. It's like someone is checking whether you paid for the ride."

"..."

I cheered myself up.

Observe Plato's every word, every action, and keep it in mind.

"that……"

"The subway is blocked. Will there be no way to get off? I saw the door close after people got in and it won't open until they get to their destination."

"Well, that's about it."

"I...I will learn to take the subway by myself. Then you can continue with your work, and I can come back by myself."

"Take your time. I'll watch tomorrow and you can operate it."

"it is good."

Return to the hotel.

The rain has slowed down, but my shoes still got wet, and I accidentally stepped into a puddle just now.

There are water marks all over the ground where you step on it.

I have no other shoes.

Neither did Plato.

"It's okay, just use a hair dryer. The one for hair dryers."

"The other pair of shoes is really not enough. I will buy you a pair tomorrow."

"What about you?"

"One pair is enough for me for now."

"..."

I wanted to say something, but I didn't know how to refute it.

I have never experienced a life with only one pair of shoes. I always go out every day and look through the wardrobe and window to choose what to match for the day.

I found out that the room had been changed.

Replaced with a better one. Cleaner than before, no musty smell.

I want to say Plato is a waste of money.

But I also knew very well that he changed it on purpose because he knew I didn’t sleep well yesterday.

I don't know how to express how I feel right now.

I could only take a shower in silence. But I was so upset yesterday that I didn’t remember what Plato taught me about how to use something that releases water…

"Just turn it this way."

"..."

That thing is called a showerhead.

Slipping out of the water like rain is a product that did not exist in my era.

The rain soaked one section of Plato's trouser legs, and his shoes were even wetter than mine.

"Whoosh-"

He helped me blow my shoes without my permission.

"Plato!"

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