Meng Cuizhen stopped hearing this, and was just about to get up to interrupt her daughter's words, but Jiang Dashan pulled her.

"What's the matter with you? Why are you pulling me? Didn't you say that you didn't do it? Meng Cuizhen asked in a dissatisfied whisper.

"What are you anxious about, listen to what the child has to say first." Jiang Dashan was moved by the idea of doing pedicure, so he persuaded him.

Meng Cuizhen finally knew that something was wrong with her husband just now, and her husband had his own attention. Meng Cuizhen also didn't know if this change was good or bad.

"Don't mumble, listen carefully." Jiang Meilan saw that her parents were not serious, so she said dissatisfied.

Seeing that everyone turned their eyes on again, Jiang Meilan began to introduce the podiatrist in detail. Then, she made a comparison with the other two jobs she fancied.

"I'm done with what I need to say, do you have anything to ask?" Jiang Meilan looked at the three "students" in front of her, and asked with an old god present.

Jiang Meiwen held her small chin and listened to her sister's remarks as if she didn't understand.

After listening to her daughter's next words, Meng Cuizhen and Jiang Dashan, you look at me, I look at you, and they both regretted a little that they rejected the job introduced by Gu Xue'er at the beginning.

"Nope." Meng Cuizhen took the lead in saying.

As soon as Jiang Dashan wanted to raise his hand, he received a dissatisfied look from his wife, so raising his hand turned into a laughing action of grabbing his hair, and he whispered embarrassedly: "No." ”

Jiang Meiwen didn't understand at all, and when she saw that her parents said that there was no problem, she also said no.

Jiang Meilan thought that her father was going to ask a question at first, and her eyes lit up with joy, but later she was very depressed when she saw her father scratching his head. She had thought that everyone would be happy. I didn't expect everyone's reaction to be so cold.

"Class." Jiang Meilan pouted and said complainingly.

"It's time for me to cook." Meng Cuizhen got up and said.

Jiang Dashan came to his eldest daughter and stroked her pigtails, firstly to soothe her injured little heart, and secondly, to inquire about the pedicure again. Unexpectedly, it seems that his wife discovered his small movements.

"Dashan, come and help me." Meng Cuizhen shouted without looking back.

"Daughter, you're great. Thank you for the good news, go do your homework. Jiang Dashan hurriedly threw such a sentence to his daughter, and went to help his wife.

After listening to her father's words, Jiang Meilan's heart was sweet, and then she happily ran to do her homework.

"Didn't you have something to say when you walked in the door?" Meng Cuizhen lowered her head and picked vegetables while asking her husband in a low voice.

"I told you not to be angry." Jiang Dashan also helped pick vegetables, but his eyes looked at his wife's reaction from time to time.

"As long as you don't have someone outside, you can say anything." Meng Cuizhen glanced at her husband and said with a smile.

"Where am I going, no one is going but you." Jiang Dashan said with a smile.

"What are you talking about, what's wrong with my man, I just look good." Meng Cuizhen was not happy to hear it and said.

"Yes, yes, yes." Jiang Dashan said with a smile.

"Tell me, what the hell is going on?" Meng Cuizhen gently pushed her husband and asked.

"I told you not to be angry." Jiang Dashan confirmed again.

"Don't be angry, just say it." Meng Cuizhen readily agreed.

"I want to work as a pedicure therapist, I think......" Jiang Dashan stopped talking halfway through, because he saw his wife's hand picking vegetables stopped, thinking that his wife was unwilling.

"Go on." After listening to her daughter's words, Meng Cuizhen also moved her mind, but she didn't expect her husband to go with her this time.

"You, not angry?" Jiang Dashan saw that his wife didn't look angry, and asked happily.

"Don't be angry, I listened to my daughter's words just now, this job is really good, it seems that other people's work is not blindly introduced." Meng Cuizhen sighed and said sincerely.

"In that case, why are you sighing? Aren't we going to do it? Jiang Dashan said.

"You said lightly, we all refused, why are you embarrassed to find someone else." Meng Cuizhen said embarrassedly.

"Yes, we had no way out before, but this time we met a kind person to help us, and we missed such a rare opportunity." Jiang Dashan said with emotion.

"Forget it, the other two jobs my daughter said are also good." Meng Cuizhen said.

"Why don't I go to the pedicure tomorrow and ask for it?" Jiang Dashan still felt that the work of the podiatrist was better, and he was willing to give it a try, so he asked his wife's opinion.

"If you really want to do pedicure, I think it's better to wait, didn't Gu Xue'er say it when she left, let us think about it, maybe you will come to us again one day." Meng Cuizhen hesitated for a moment and said.

"I'd better go find it and try it, what if people don't come?" Jiang Dashan insisted.

"Hey, okay." Meng Cuizhen thought that Wenwen should also go to school, Lan Lan was also older and knew that Aimei, and her son would have to pay a lot of money for milk powder, so she compromised.

"It's good to have your words, even if I'm a little tired, I'm willing. Look at your hands, they're all working like this, like a woman's hands. Jiang Dashan took his wife's hand and said with emotion.

"The kid is still over there." Meng Cuizhen hurriedly withdrew her hand and said with a blushing face.

"It's all old husbands and wives, why are you still blushing?" Jiang Dashan said with a smile.

"You two are colluding, right? Why do you talk about pedicure when you come back? Meng Cuizhen rolled her husband's eyes and changed the subject.

"What's the matter, I begged for a long time on the way, but this girl refused to say, she had to go home." Jiang Dashan said.

"Lan Lan is really a sensible child." Meng Cuizhen said with emotion.

"Don't worry, when I find a suitable job, I will definitely let you all live a good life." Jiang Dashan said seriously.

Meng Cuizhen rarely saw her husband's expression so serious, this was the second time, the first time was when they got married, and her husband promised to love her for the rest of his life-

Ai Zheming doesn't have any classes these days, so he either goes to the gallery to work part-time or paints in the dormitory. It seems that the paint does not cost money, he applies it vigorously, and as long as he is not satisfied, he will tear it off and repaint, as if this is the only way to vent his inner anguish.

"Aren't these two good? Why redraw again? When Yan Xiong entered the door, he happened to see Ai Zheming painting the same painting again, and there were already two identical paintings scattered on the ground.

Ai Zheming did not answer and continued to paint.

"Ai Zheming, what's wrong with you?" Yan Xiong knew that Ai Zheming had always been striving for excellence, but he never wasted it, seeing that Ai Zheming was not right these days, Yan Xiong pulled his collar and looked him in the eyes and asked.

Ai Zheming did not resist either, and let Yan Xiong pull him.

"Is there anything you can't say? Also, who are you drawing? Seeing Ai Zheming's expression of wanting to die, Yan Xiong pointed to the painting and shouted. He knew that Ai Zheming's reaction must have something to do with the people in the painting.

"Yan Xiong, please, leave me alone." Ai Zheming said with his eyes closed.

"Coward, trash." Yan Xiong pushed Ai Zheming away, turned around and left.

Ai Zheming sat on the ground, tears streaming down his face. Yes, Yan Xiong is right, he is a coward. He was really afraid that one day he would not know the sister who used to love her. When he paints, he wants to paint his sister's most beautiful charm, but he can't paint it well......

Yan Xiong came to the playground and walked around in circles, he knew that Ai Zheming had a sister, and he also knew that Ai Zheming listened to his sister the most. So yesterday, while Ai Zheming was asleep, Yan Xiong stole through his mobile phone and found his sister's phone. Yan Xiong was wondering if he should tell his sister about Ai Zheming's current condition.

After thinking about it, Yan Xiong still took out his mobile phone and dialed it.

"Hello, who?" Alyssa was doing a pedicure, saw an unfamiliar number, and answered the phone suspiciously.

"Hello, is this Ai Zheming's sister?" Yan Xiong asked on the other end of the phone.

"You are?" When Alyssa heard this, she immediately sat up straight, thinking, I haven't been in touch for a few days, could it be that something happened to my brother?

"I'm Yan Xiong, an alumnus of his university. That's the case, Ai Zheming's mood is a little wrong these days, and I don't know what's wrong with him, so I took the liberty to call you. Yan Xiong said succinctly.

"What's wrong with him?" When Alyssa heard this, she was relieved a lot, so she asked.

"I don't know why the other day, he was very drunk, and he muttered about deception, and he didn't go to class these days, either running to the gallery, or painting in the dormitory, and I didn't know who was painting, anyway, he kept painting." Yan Xiong said.

"Drinking? When? What do you do in a gallery? What kind of painting do you draw? The more she listened, the more confused she became, and she asked a long list of questions.

"The drinking was last Friday, and I can't tell you anything else." As soon as Yan Xiong heard it, he knew that he had said too much. He suddenly remembered that Ai Zheming said that he worked part-time and learned to paint behind his sister's back.

"Did he come into contact with anyone?" Alyssa pressed on.

"I don't know much about this, so you better ask him." Yan Xiong instructed.

"Can you take a picture of his painting and send it to me?" Alyssa asked.

"I have a copy on my phone, which he drew yesterday. I'll send it to you later. But don't say I told you, or he'll be in a hurry with me. Yan Xiong said.

"Thank you, I see." Alyssa said politely.

"You're welcome." Yan Xiong said.

After hanging up the phone, Yan Xiong sent an MMS message to Alisa, and then said to himself: Brother, don't blame me.

Alyssa suddenly remembered the scene when she called her brother a few days ago, her brother's mood was not right that day, at that time, she only cared about her own merits at the promotion meeting, and even ignored her brother's reaction, and her brother drank on that day, what would it be? And what do you do when you go to a gallery? Who is the painting?

Soon, Alisa received an MMS message from Yan Xiong, looking at the familiar characters in the painting, Alisa was stunned, what the hell is going on?

Alyssa decided to go home first, she had to think about it before she could make a decision.

(PS: Happy June!!) Hehe~~~)