He stretched out his hand and snatched Ye Hai back to him, and smiled flatteringly: "Is there ever a time when everyone has a back? I will pay you back this money tonight! If I don't pay you back, I will give Brother Hai to you as my son." !”
"Okay! Forget it!" Xuan Yueyue gave Ye Luorui a reproachful look. She had sold her son to her 50 times, and she had to take a taxi back in the middle of the night every time. Seeing Ye Luorui's triumphant look, the conversation changed. " But you have to help me deliver the sub-paintings..."
"Just give it away! Anyway, I have a hard life!" Before Xuan Yueyue could finish speaking, Ye Luorui's long eyelashes trembled pitifully as her eyes blinked frequently. What's so great about this? She reached out and dragged the handsome boy standing beside her, who was still posing with a charming Poss, back to where she had just walked.
"Okay! Follow me home later to pick up the painting! Kiss Brother Hai, see you soon!" Xuan Yue shouted at the backs of Ye Luorui, mother and son, with a strange and evil smile on her face.
The child squatting on the ground looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old. Ye Luorui lifted the child's skinny body up with both hands. If it was not a last resort, who would trample on his soul for 10 yuan! I vaguely remembered that a few years ago, she must have been the same age.
"Here are 30 yuan, take it and go home quickly!" It was a bit stiff, and I didn't know how to give such help without feeling pity or blasphemy.
Ye Luorui had completely ignored Xiao Ye Hai, who was already dark-faced beside him, and donated all the money to this woman!
"Ten yuan is enough." With his short hair, dirty face, and voice as thin as a mosquito's moan, Ye Luorui couldn't tell whether it was a boy or a girl. The bright eyes and shy look when she raised her head made people think she was a well-educated girl.
"..." Ye Luorui didn't insist. She took out a 10-yuan note and stuffed it into the other person's hand and planned to leave.
"Tell me your name! Tell me your name, okay?" What appeared in front of him was a crumpled white paper.
Ye Luorui raised her eyes to see the determination in the child's eyes, took out a pen from her pocket, and after thinking about it, she wrote on the paper...
"You want me to send this nude painting to Huo's? Aren't you afraid that I will vomit you to death!" In the small apartment, the only sound heard was Ye Luorui's roar!
"Why don't you want to give it away? Give me the money back! I'll do the math inside and out..." Xuan Yueyue, who held Xiao Yehai tightly in her arms, showed Huang Shiren's appearance!
"Xi'er, come here! You won't have a baby mother anymore!" Ye Luorui shouted, and took advantage of the situation to pull Xiao Ye Hai, who was held in Xuan Yueyue's arms with a green face.
"...My name is not Xi'er..." It was an unforgivable mistake to call his own name. Xiao Yehai curled his lips and ignored it.
"..." Ye Luorui, who was fighting alone, finally made a fearless move. He held up the painting on the wall and looked at it from left to right. In fact, it was not very coquettish. It just exposed a lot and moved a little provocatively. It was said that it wanted Xuanyue Yue. It costs several thousand to paint this portrait. She has such a charming look that she has mastered well! Below it is written boldly:
To my handsome and handsome brother Huo - signed: Qimei who will be loyal to you all my life.
The rose red lipstick was stamped on it with lip lines boldly.
In front of the splendid Huo's Building, the girl with her baseball cap pulled down held the tightly wrapped drawing board in her arms and counted in a deep voice: "One...two...three..."
The hard, dead-grained soles of low-quality sneakers actually had no frictional effect on such a smooth marble floor. The woman who rushed in couldn't stop, and she kept sliding forward due to the straps of the shoes. No one could see her. Don't click your tongue, watch and retreat.
"Borrowed it! Borrowed it!" But the woman in front of him looked arrogant, as if she was not impressed by such a lineup. Seeing the woman rushing over from the door involuntarily, she was unable to react for a moment and was stuck in place.
"Bang!" As she bumped into the body in front of her, Ye Luorui finally stopped carrying the giant painting, and the sunglasses hanging on her face were shaken to the tip of her nose.
"Ouch." The woman who was bumped into by Ye Luorui staggered back several steps, and finally managed to hold on to the front desk table behind her without falling down.
"I'm sorry! I'm really sorry! Did you fall?" Ye Luorui also knew that she was in the wrong, and she had an expression of embarrassment on her face. She went over to interrogate him, but the face in front of her seemed familiar.
"You really have no eyesight!" The woman's voice was very low, as if she was afraid that others around her would hear her, and she gritted her teeth and spat into Ye Luorui's ear.
Zhang Tingqi threw away Ye Luorui's arm holding her in disgust, stood up straight calmly, straightened her fitted professional attire, and sternly lectured to the people standing on both sides watching with sneers: "You don't have to work. Got it!"
Ye Luorui stared blankly at the powerful woman in front of her, only to see the other woman smile back at her, with a sharp light in her eyes, and said grandly in a voice that everyone could hear: "Don't do it anymore. So careless."
Then he turned around calmly.
Ye Luorui couldn't help but shudder when she looked at the woman's back. Her last words were gentle but filled with invisible threats!
(End of chapter)