Qu Yuxin reproached: "Dad, how can you talk." ”

She apologized to Mo Kejia again: "I'm sorry, my dad is such a person, don't take what he says to heart." ”

Mo Kejia forced a smile: "It's okay Yuxin, I won't take it to heart." ”

Qu Yu said to Qu Cheng again: "How much do you want?"

Qu Chengdao: "A thousand is enough." ”

"What are you going to do, are you going to gamble?"

For the first time, Qu Cheng felt that his daughter was not happy and neat at all: "Do you want to give it or not?"

Qu Yuxin sighed, took out the salary from his wallet when he was a waiter during that time and put it in Qu Cheng's palm: "I'll give you the money, Dad, don't gamble." ”

Qu Cheng didn't bother to pay attention to her, took the money and turned around to leave, in fact, he didn't go far, took out a cigarette from his pocket and squatted in a corner to swallow and spit out the smoke, until the ground was full of cigarette butts and ashes after the cigarette burned, and Mo Kejia appeared in Qu Cheng's sight in a white dress and crutches.

Qu Cheng took the cigarette in his mouth, put it out on the ground, watched Mo Kejia limp in front of her, and after walking for a while, she suddenly stopped.

Qu Cheng thought she had found out, and her heart chuckled.

At this time, the white sedan placed not far in front suddenly opened, and a man in professional clothes came down, he walked over in two steps, and respectfully took the crutches in Mo Kejia's hand.

Mo Kejia relieved his muscles and said to the man: "Brother Song didn't come back all morning after pretending to be, and I was really tired of chatting with Qu Yuxin's little slut for so long." ”

Mo Kejia suddenly remembered something and said, "By the way, did you leak out about my contact with Brother Song?"

The man shook his head: "Don't worry, Miss, I didn't say a word." ”

"That's good, otherwise let Mr. Zhang know that I'm eating the bowl and looking at the pot, let's go." ”

The man opened the door to the back seat for her, and Mo Kejia stepped open of her injured leg, gently lifted the hem of her skirt and got into the car.

The man closed the door for Mo Kejia, went to the driver's seat, and then started the car and left.

Qu Cheng hurriedly jumped out of the sky and hailed a taxi: "Master follow the car in front." ”

The master glanced at Qu Cheng from the rearview mirror: "Brother, is his wife cheating, don't worry, I'll follow, I promise not to lose." ”

After saying that, he stepped on the accelerator and ran out.

Qu Cheng: "My wife died a long time ago. ”

On the way, the driver began to chat with him: "What does my brother do?"

Qu Cheng thought about it and said that he was a bit embarrassed to answer that he was a homeless man, so he said cryptically: "I'm a freelancer." ”

"Freelancers are artists who paint. ”

Qu Cheng: "Yes, that's right, I'm an artist. ”

"I think so, you have a decadent artist fan standing there, and it looks like it's called a high-class. ”

"Are you often busy painting and don't care about your wife, I told you that women are going to be accompanied..."

To be honest, Qu Cheng has never seen such a person who can speak so well in his life, and his ears are calloused.

The driver wanted to talk again, but the car in front of him stopped at the door of a company, and Mo Kejia walked down with a swaying demeanor, followed her long hair and walked in

The driver sighed: "Brother, your wife is really young." ”

Hearing these words, he was disturbed, and quickly took out the money to send the driver away.

He circled around the company a few times, found a corner and crouched, took out his cigarette, and began to swallow the clouds and smoke again.

After squatting for a while, he felt that his feet were a little numb, so he simply sat on the ground and waited slowly.

Perhaps this is the advantage of being an idle person in society, other people's time is as precious as a diamond, short and full of meaning, and his time is like a small speck of dust on the ground, long and trampled under people's feet.

Qu Cheng sat on the ground, I don't know how long he waited, before Mo Kejia snuggled into the arms of a pot-bellied middle-aged man and walked out.

Qu Cheng was dazed and thought that he was hallucinating, and then he reacted violently, holding his mobile phone in a hidden place and taking pictures for a while.

When they were far away, Qu Cheng was about to stand up and leave with his hands, but as soon as he moved his legs, he suddenly crawled over like thousands of ants, and he fell back with a sharp grin.

He slowed down for a while before limping to hail a taxi: "Master, go to the nearest noodle restaurant." ”

After arriving, he ordered a bowl of oversized noodles very luxuriously, and asked for a head of garlic to eat, sweating profusely.

At this time, the mobile phone rang, and Qu Cheng took out a few tissues and picked up the phone: "Qu Cheng, what are you doing?"

It was his former gambler, and he wiped the sweat on his face with a tissue: "What are you doing, let's eat." ”

"Don't eat, come out and play two, today is a good day, the yellow calendar says, you come out and say maybe you can transfer it today."

Qu Cheng touched his bulging wallet and was about to say yes, when he suddenly remembered what his daughter Qu Yuxin had said.

She said with that expression of extreme sadness and vulnerability: "Dad, I have nothing left. ”

He blurted out the words and swallowed them again: "What to play, no time!"

After speaking, he hung up the phone again before he could say anything, he sighed and felt that he had sacrificed too much for his daughter, there was probably no better father in the world than him, he picked up his chopsticks and continued to eat noodles.

After eating, he wiped his mouth with a tissue and walked out contentedly, while he walked along the road while his eyes searched for the print shop.

There was one not far away, he hummed a song and walked there slowly, spent dozens of dollars to wash several photos he had just taken secretly, and found a park to lie on a bench, and after a while, the snoring sound shook the sky.

Qu Yuxin and Li's mother made lunch, and Qu Cheng didn't come back after waiting for a long time.

Li's mother asked, "Where did your father go, why hasn't he come back?" ”

Qu Yuxin hugged the child and shook his head: "I don't know, he didn't come back when he went out in the morning, he shouldn't be hungry if he has money, let's eat first, don't wait for him." ”

Zhang Shunxian knocked on the door and walked in: "Mr. Song, are you going to eat together?"

Song Yi smiled and said nothing, only took out a thermal lunch box in the drawer, and Zhang Shunxian instantly understood: "It was made for you by Miss Qu, I'm so happy, but I envy my single dog, it's different to have a girlfriend." ”

"Don't be poor, hurry up to eat, come back to work, and if you don't find out what you have to do, I will deduct your salary." ”

"Don't be, Mr. Song, I'm going to eat, I'll work as soon as I finish eating, and forget about deducting my salary." ”

Mo Kejia can be called a typical shameless person, she snuggled in the arms of middle-aged Mr. Zhang during the day, and at night she cleaned up and knocked on Song Yi's door with a cane, Chu Chu looked pitiful as if it was not her during the day.