A piece of paternal heart.
Unfortunately, Shen Chunjiang remained unmoved, and did not even resonate at all.
Under the environment like the Shen family, even if he cares no matter how much he cares about, it is absolutely impossible for him to humbly beg for his children.
The old man taught him since he was young—
Don't be ashamed!
What's more, it is not his own life, but only the life of his children.
Why do you need to do this
Not only was Shen Chunjiang unable to understand, he even felt that Old Chen's current behavior was extremely ugly and crude, and it was very annoying.
"Sir, I really can't help it. Can you make it easy? Let me renew the medical expenses of the youngest daughter first."
"Old Chen, it's not that I'm hard-hearted, pretending not to see your difficulties. Two hundred thousand, a trivial matter, but there is one thing I hope you can understand—"
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"As the saying goes, saving the emergency is not saving the poor. Last time I helped you, I can continue to help this time, but what about next time? What about next time? When you get used to receiving aid, how can you be self-reliant? So, last time you borrowed I will not lend you a second sum until the money is paid off."
Stern and unfeeling.
In an instant, the light in Old Chen's eyes gradually went out, "Sir..."
"Okay, you don't need to say more."
The light is completely gone, only darkness is left, a pair of pupils are like two bottomless holes, empty and weird.
Shen Chunjiang continued to rest.
The car is also running normally.
On the horizon, the moon is still the crescent moon.
But some people, whose mentality has collapsed, are turning the steering wheel stiff and numb, and their hearts are completely desolate.
Soon, arrived at the old house.
Shen Chunjiang got off the car and left, without giving Lao Chen too much attention.
So if nothing happened, it was so cruel and cold.
Lao Chen reversed and entered the warehouse, stopped, checked the lights and handbrake, everything was done in an orderly manner according to his original work.
But the two eyes are empty, as if they are only controlling the movement by instinct and subconsciousness.
After everything was confirmed, he pulled out the car keys, locked the doors and windows, and headed for the lounge all the way.
As a frequent driver of the Shen family, Lao Chen stayed more often.
With the same treatment as the servants working here, small single rooms, public baths, and after sleeping, they began to serve the Shen family. Of course, if there is an emergency in the middle of the night, he needs to use a car, he has to get up immediately.
Before today, Old Chen thought he was different from the other servants in this house. He could get close to Shen Chunjiang and even Old Man Shen. Occasionally, they would sit in the back seat and chat with him. They were also regarded as "the emperor is close to his ministers". It's a bit thin and privileged.
But after today, this sense of superiority was completely dispelled.
He is just a driver, a servant for the Shen family, even if he can say a few words to the owner, it doesn't mean anything.
At the critical moment, he is no different from those servants who sweep the floor and cook!
But his Xiaoqing can't afford to delay...
Without money, it would kill her.
It was his own flesh and blood, and the little daughter who held it in the palm of her hand would not hesitate to lose the trust of Shen Chunjiang even if she loses her job nowadays!
Old Chen gritted his teeth and decided to call Yang Lan as soon as he went back to the room to tell her everything she wanted to know!
It was he who was stupid and delusional to get the best of both worlds, only to find out that he was far from near.
"Oh, Xiao Chen, come back so late today, is the husband delayed outside again?"
It was Ding Bo, who was in charge of the garden.
In this low house, everyone else called him "Old Chen", but Ding Bo was older than him and had more seniority than him, so he called him "Xiao Chen".
"Well, it's a bit late, why haven't you rested yet?" He barely cheered up, but his face still showed a trace of fatigue.
Ding Bo only thought he was tired during the day and didn't think much.
He laughed and said, "I originally planned to take a rest, but after lying down, I can't tell you how to do it over and over again. At this age, there will be less sleepiness, unlike you young people..." As he said, he shook his head mockingly.
"No, if the sky is about to change, you can put on your clothes and move the flowers and plants outdoors to the shed, so that they won't be blown out."
"You really do your job..."
Ding Bo waved his hand, "I'm not doing my duty. I just feel sorry for the delicate and valuable flowers. I can't get wet, I can't blow, and I have to master the time and measure of my face.
From the serenity between his eyebrows, it can be seen that he really likes the job of a flower farmer.
Old Chen echoed a few sentences, "...If there is nothing else, I will go back to the room first."
"Don't worry, you come with me."
"What's the matter?" He was suspicious.
Ding Bo did not answer, but waved to him, motioned to follow, and walked straight forward.
He went to his room.
Old Chen puzzled: "What are you?"
"Come on, sit down for a while." As he said, he moved the chair and put it in front of him, then turned back and closed the door.
Old Chen frowned, "What are you—"
The next second, he saw Ding Bo dig out a yellowed envelope from under the pillow, then smiled and handed it to him, "Take it."
"this is?"
Ding Bo sighed, "I know you need to spend money now. Last week I heard you say that Xiaoqing is about to have an operation. I think it will be a lot of expenses. Although there is not much here, it is also a little bit of my heart..."