It took just half an hour. Jian Qing drew the last stroke and stared at the drawing paper and smiled satisfied.

Suddenly, a shadow suddenly appeared, covering the light and covering her entire body.

She raised her head and happened to run into Lu Huaiyu's gaze.

His eyes were as dark as ink, and he was bottomless. He stayed on her face for a moment, and quickly looked away and looked at the mother and daughter.

Cen Yu waved to him with some guilt, and said in a close tone, "Huaiyu, you are here just right. My assistant called seven or eight times. If I don't go back, I'm afraid she will kill me."

Lu Huaiyu just glanced at her lightly, ignored her, her face half-clear and her lips were pursed tightly.

——The scene was stagnant for a while.

“…”

Jian Qing feels that she is now at the scene of cold domestic violence.

Subconsciously rubbed his arms.

Seeing that he was indeed angry, Cen Yu didn't dare to say anything else.

I had an appointment to stay with the little guy all day.

In order to squeeze out time, she flew to three cities in the past two days, and only slept for less than six hours in total, and was exhausted physically and mentally.

But the plan could not keep up with the changes, and a variety show that had no chance was temporarily replaced by her.

Tonight is the recording of the pilot film, and the first dinner for the guests, she must go.

Cen Yu looked at the little guy in his arms, feeling sour, but he didn't show any signs of it.

It’s not because she is heartless, but because she feels that she is not qualified to be sad. She is indeed an incompetent mother.

She smiled and kissed Mianmian's little face, "Baby, mom loves you, say goodbye to mom."

Mianmian seemed to have known that her mother would leave, and she did not cry, but just waved her hand obediently, "Goodbye Mom."

Until Cen Yu's figure gradually faded away and got into a black nanny car, the expression on the little guy's face collapsed with the naked eye.

It's aggrieved, pitiful.

Jian Qing took the painting from the drawing board silently and handed it to the man, "Are you satisfied with this painting? If you are satisfied, it will be charged fifty."

Lu Huaiyu took the painting, picked up Mianmian, and asked softly: "Does Mianmian like it?"

Mianmian raised some spirits, held the painting with love, and replied softly: "I like it--"

I immediately switched from the image of a cold and violent husband to a gentle and good father.

Jian Qing couldn't help but exclaim in her heart.

Transfer prompt pops up on WeChat.

When Teacher Zhou introduced her as a tutor, the two of them added WeChat.

When he saw the amount, Jian Qing was stunned and looked up at him in confusion.

"It's the tutoring fee this month. I forgot to give it to you that day. Do you mind the monthly settlement?" Lu Huaiyu's voice was cold and distant and polite.

Jian Qing shook her head, "I don't mind, it's easier to get a moon together." She carried the bag of painting tools and said goodbye to them, "Then I'll go back to school first."

The little girl has a plain face facing the sky, and her skin is so white that it is almost transparent.

A pair of eyes were clean and clear, and the voice was well-behaved and soft.

Lu Huaiyu nodded lightly, lifted his eyelids and called her, "Jian Qing, are you short of money?"

“…”

Anyone who is asked such a question will feel offended.

A poor person can have nothing, but his self-esteem cannot be violated.

He just said it, but he didn't feel this way.

It was as calm as if I was asked, "Is the weather good today?"

Without any mercy, curiosity and contempt.

"It's quite short." Jian Qing smiled, looking very open-minded.

"Aunt Qin's son is sick and has to go to the hospital this night. He can't take care of Mianmian. Are you willing to do another job after finishing the tutoring?"

Jian Qing raised her eyebrows slightly, a little surprised.

Of course, there is no reason to directly refuse the work delivered to the door.

She took out her cell phone and opened the memo, and asked seriously: "Time, price, what should I do? I'll see if it's right."

The sky was getting darker, and the cool breeze blew, revealing a hint of coldness.

Jian Qing shivered.

"Let's talk about it in another place." Lu Huaiyu reached into Mianmian's clothes and felt a sweat. "The wind here is too strong, and children are prone to colds."

Jian Qing looked at Mianmian, who was lying in his arms.

My little face was blushing and sweating, and I don’t know when I fell asleep.

Lu Huaiyu's car was parked not far away, with a black Porsche SUV.

He opened the rear door and put Mianmian in the child safety seat. He turned around and said to Jian Qing who was standing beside him, "Give me the thing, you can take the co-pilot."

Jian Qing responded obediently, took off the painting bag and tool box on his back and handed it to him.

The heating inside the car, the glass windows gradually became foggy, and there were lights outside the windows.

A faint mint fragrance spreads in the air.

"Go back to school?" Lu Huaiyu asked.

"I won't go back now. I'm going to visit Union Hospital. Are you going to go? If it doesn't go, just find a subway station and put me down."

"Are you uncomfortable?" he asked inadvertently.

"No, I took a job of painting a hospital wall, and I almost finished painting."

The temperature in the car was very warm. Jian Qing shrank her neck and yawned a little, so lazy that she looked like a soft kitten.

Lu Huaiyu stared at her and pulled the corner of his mouth lightly, "You are working very hard."

He got back to the point, "My demand is from Monday to Friday, from 6 pm to 8 pm the next day. During this period, you will help take care of Mianmian, and what you have to do is similar to what you did that night."

"Are you not at home tonight?" Jian Qing was a little confused.

He looked straight ahead and casually called the turn signal to turn around. "I don't always stay here. I'm not very relieved to stay alone at home. It's hard to find someone to help you temporarily."

"The salary is 10,000, and I think it's less."

After hearing what to do and the price, Jian Qing was a little moved.

But I thought that I could not go back to the dormitory at night and had to live in a stranger's house, and I felt it was inappropriate.

Lu Huaiyu saw her hesitation, "You can think about it and give me a reply after thinking about it."

The car has slowly stopped.

Jian Qing looked out the window and found that she had arrived at the hospital without knowing it, and happened to be stopped at the pediatric inpatient department.

Union Hospital is amazingly big. She often takes a long time to drive navigation in the hospital, so she can find a place to find.

She took the painting tools and thanked them obediently.

Lu Huaiyu's tone was faint, "You're welcome."

There were two obvious temperatures inside and outside the car. Jian Qing was so cold that he quickly put on his hood and saw Lin Yi painting under the street lights at first sight.

She was carrying a bunch of things in her hand and wanted to jog over there.

It was as easy as if I had been suppressed in front of my elders for a long time and finally liberated.

Lu Huaiyu leaned on the back of the chair and did not leave immediately, but looked at two young people talking, laughing and fighting in the distance.

Lin Yi, wearing a black sweatshirt, stepped on the stool and looked up to draw. Jian Qing walked in quietly, but kicked the stool very owing, which scared her.

Lin Yi was not willing to be outdone. He hooked his elbows around her neck and smiled and applied paint on her face with a pen.

The little girl's face was tugged in a ball, and she begged for mercy while struggling.

The dim lights pulled their shadows very long.

Lu Huaiyu's side face was hidden deep in the depths, his eyes were like ink, and he looked down on his emotions.

The slender and cold index finger hit the steering wheel in a random manner.
Chapter completed!