Zhou Xiaoqing is used to everything, and someone arranges a comfortable life for him.

Looking in the mirror every day when she goes out and looking at her flawless self, she feels that there is nothing wrong with living such a life. If she hadn't injured her knee, she might have pursued a career in dance. Her future seemed so bright, her talent in dance was once admired by so many people, and just when she was getting used to the pampered feeling of the stars holding the moon, she was seriously injured on stage.

The treatment lasted more than two years, and despite Zhou Xiaoqing's courage and determination, she had to face the fact that she could never return to her previous level, and her talents could no longer support her entire dance career and ideals. After everyone around her expressed their discouragement, Zhou Xiaoqing found that the greater ordeal was still to come, she was already in debt, and she couldn't do anything but dance.

Now Zhou Xiaoqing no longer thinks about the embarrassment at that time, whenever she thinks of that time, she only feels afraid. Although she still wakes up in her dreams from time to time by the past days, now as long as the villa-style house worth tens of millions and drives her red 'colored' BMW sports car, all she thinks of is her 'daughter' Zhou Mi.

Yes, the 'daughter' and her surname do make people gossip a lot, but Zhou Xiaoqing doesn't care that Zhou Mi is an 'illegal' child, nor does she care about her identity as her aunt's wife. How could others know about her misfortune, and how could others understand her situation at that time? At the beginning of this life, Zhou Xiaoqing did feel that she couldn't hold her head up in front of society, but now she is at ease, and she has a belief that supports her: no matter what happened in the past, at least her 'daughter' will never go through such hardships as herself in the future. Xiao Zhoumi can break her knee again to dance, but she doesn't have to worry about other options.

She now has enough money to support her daughter's dream, or in other words, her daughter's dream is a continuation of her dream.

The red 'color' BMW broke down as soon as it hit the street.

Zhou Xiaoqing slammed the steering wheel in annoyance, Zhou Mi was out of school soon, she didn't want the school teacher to send the child back in a taxi. She can tolerate all kinds of things about herself, but she can't stand the idea that others think she is an incompetent mother. The service provider was in place, and the technician was quickly dispatched. There is no big 'problem' with the car, but a wire has fallen off, and her problem was solved in less than five minutes, but Zhou Xiaoqing couldn't be happy, Zhou Mi had been out of school for half an hour, and the teacher at the school had already called.

Rushing to the café near the school at full speed, Zhou Xiaoqing looked for Zhou Mi's teacher among the guests.

At this time, she was surprised to see Zhou Mi sitting in a man's arms and falling asleep. The autumn temperature was already very low, and the man thoughtfully wrapped Zhou Mian tightly with his coat, wrapped one hand around her, and looked at the newspaper in his hand attentively. From the side, you can only see the man's full beard and short hair, he sits there relaxed, the two long 'legs' in the shabby denim 'pants' stretch out at will, and the lines of the muscles and 'flesh' under the blue 'color' fabric remind Zhou Xiaoqing of the horses he saw at the racecourse.

As she walked briskly, the man was putting down the coffee in his hand, and his face was dissatisfied.

"Excuse me, sir, you're holding my child." Zhou Xiaoqing walked up to the man and nervously 'crossed' his hands and shook his hands. "Now please 'hand' the child over to me."

Looking up at her, the man 'bared' his snow-white shiny teeth in his beard.

"I want to believe that you are the mother of the child. Please sit down for a while, Teacher Zhao will come over immediately, and when she confirms your identity, I will return her to you. ”

Zhou Xiaoqing hurriedly pulled over a chair and sat down. "Can you give me the baby now?"

"I can't." The man looked her up and down, then smiled. "It's not that I don't believe you, it's that the child sleeps well, and I'm afraid you'll disturb her. Anyway, Mr. Zhao will come over soon, what are you worried about? ”

"Where did Mr. Zhao go?"

Zhou Xiaoqing looked around, blaming her for how she could casually 'hand' over her child to a stranger.

"Don't be nervous." The man's eyes narrowed, and the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes were swaying. "I'm not a human trafficker, and even if I were, I wouldn't be able to afford the daily expenses of your little darling, that would bankrupt me."

Zhou Xiaoqing smiled crampedly and looked nervously at the sleeping child.

Full text version reading, updating, faster, all in ㄧбk Literature Network, computer station: ωωω.Mobile station: àp.ㄧ (6) Support literature, support (1) (6) k! The man pushed the drink list in front of Zhou Xiaoqing. Zhou Xiaoqing noticed that the sleeves of his 'hairy' shirt were rolled up to his elbows, 'exposing' his strong arm muscles and thick sweat 'hair'. His palms were large, his fingers slender and powerful, and she noticed that his fingernails were neatly and cleanly trimmed despite his rough skin, as if he were constantly engaged in manual labor.

"Drink something?" The man tapped his fingers lightly on the wine list. "I please."

"Oh, I'll please." Zhou Xiaoqing hurriedly picked up the wine list, and at the same time called the 'waiter' Ying Sheng. "What else do you need to drink?"

"I've already drunk it, and I'm going to be gone soon." The man smiled and put his hands to his mouth mischievously. "By the way, the coffee here doesn't match its price."

Zhou Xiaoqing smiled absentmindedly, who cares about the quality and price of the coffee here. She asked for three glasses of juice.

Teacher Zhao wiped his hands with a tissue and walked over from the direction of the bathroom, and when he saw her, a stone in Zhou Xiaoqing's heart fell to the ground. Seeing Zhou Xiaoqing, the young 'female' teacher 'revealed' a relieved look.

After a brief hello, Zhou Xiaoqing couldn't wait to turn to the man.

"Can you 'hand' the child over to me now?"

The man stood up and wanted to 'hand' the child into Zhou Xiaoqing's arms. His person was so tall, and for a moment Zhou Xiaoqing had a feeling, as if it would not be too difficult for him to hold both their mother and daughter in his arms.

"It's cold now, don't let your child catch a cold." The man thoughtfully tucked Zhou Mi's clothes.

"I have a shawl in the car, and I'll give you back the clothes when I get to the car." Zhou Xiaoqing's face turned red for no reason, and there was a good smell on this man's body. "Can you come with me to pick it up?"

"Willing to serve."

The man saluted her with two fingers and followed her outside.

Zhou Xiaoqing wanted to put Zhou Mi in the car, but Zhou Mi, who was sleeping sweetly, hugged her tighter like a koala, she comforted Zhou Mi softly and asked Zhou Mi to open her eyes, but the little 'girl' who was only five years old refused to let go. Zhou Xiaoqing looked at the man pleadingly, and the man nodded understandingly, and took the sheep 'wool' shawl she put on the driver's seat to change his coat.

"Thank you." Zhou Xiaoqing looked at the man with excitement, and struggled to take out the wallet from his bag. "I forgot to pay, can I trouble you again?"

"Take the child home quickly, don't let her catch a cold." The man smiled and pulled the 'door' for her and ran back to the café.

Zhou Xiaoqing had no choice but to put the child away and drive home. On the way, she received a call from Teacher Zhao, asking her if she still wanted to hire a tutor for Zhou Mi. Many people think that Zhou Mi has a talent for music, and learning music will also help her dance in the future, so Zhou Xiaoqing also moved the idea of hiring a music teacher for her. Like all mothers, she wanted to find a very good tutor, not only to teach Zhou Mi music, but also to teach her to learn foreign languages, but because of her high requirements, so far she has not found a satisfactory tutor.

Mr. Zhao now has a suitable candidate. An overseas Chinese who went to China to collect style, he had to stay in China for a year, and he also needed a regular income during the collection period, so he was very interested in this job, if she was not in such a hurry to leave just now, then she could introduce this person to him at that time.

"It's Mr. Luo who coaxed Zhou Mi to sleep." Teacher Zhao laughed on the phone.

"Oh?" Zhou Xiaoqing was a little surprised. "Is that him?"

"Wait." Mr. Zhao suddenly left the microphone and seemed to be talking to Mr. Luo. "You said you didn't want to?"

That Mr. Luo seemed to say something, and Zhou Xiaoqing heard Mr. Zhao ask. "Why?"

The two people on the other side of the phone quickly said something, and when they returned to the call, Mr. Zhao's tone was full of embarrassment.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Zhou, I was too anxious just now, and some things haven't been decided yet. We'll get back to it, I'm sorry. ”

"Wait." Zhou Xiaoqing adjusted the speakerphone in the car to amplify the volume a little more. "Is this Mr. Luo unwilling?"

Teacher Zhao knew how much she was willing to pay, and this amount could even hire a professor from the conservatory, and it was impossible for even overseas Chinese not to be tempted by this number, so this aroused her curiosity.

"Yes." Teacher Zhao's voice lowered. "Let's figure it out."

"Then what did he say?" Zhou Xiaoqing became more and more curious.

After a short pause, the voice of the man just now came from the phone, and Mr. Zhao 'handed over' his phone to him.

"Mrs. Zhou, it's an honor to know you and your daughter." The man's voice was relaxed, with a kind of lazy charm in his deep voice. "Zhou Mi is a good boy, but I'm afraid I have to say no to your entrustment."

Zhou Xiaoqing could imagine what he looked like, he reclined in his chair, absentmindedly playing with the cup in his hand, staring at the ground with thoughtful eyes.

"Why? Is it because you are not satisfied with the pay? Zhou Xiaoqing also made a casual appearance.

"It's not about pay. I gotta say, what you give is a number that no one can refuse, but that's not the problem. The man paused. Can I tell the truth? ”

"Of course, I like to be honest." Zhou Xiaoqing replied sincerely.

"Then let me open the 'door' to the mountain, your 'daughter' is very smart, but far from the kind of musical genius that people say, at least I didn't find it, I don't think I can get the child to the height you want, that's why I turned down this good opportunity." Mr. Luo's voice was soft. "If there is any offense, please forgive me."

Hearing him say this, Zhou Xiaoqing breathed a sigh of relief.

Before this, she had seen a lot of people who came to meet her, and these people were either attracted by her appearance or the salary she offered, so on the issue of Zhou Mi, the most honest people also chose to say vaguely, that is, no one pointed out the fact that Zhou Mi was not a genius. Zhou Xiaoqing is a failed dancer, but she knows what music is, she knows what genius is, and the reason why she doesn't refute the hypocritical claims about Zhou Mi around her is just to know who is willing to tell her the truth and evaluate the 'girl' without prejudice.

"I know Zhou Mi is not a genius." Zhou Xiaoqing didn't notice a smile in her tone. "I don't have high expectations for her, I just want her to be as good as she can be in music. If I said that, would you change your mind? ”

Mr. Luo also hesitated.

"If that's the case, then I don't have any worries. Are you sure you really don't have unrealistic demands on her, though? Many people don't know how much they expect from their children. ”

"Don't worry, Mr. Luo." Zhou Xiaoqing smiled unconsciously, although there was a little bitterness in his smile. "I'm from here, and I know what it's like to be disappointed, so I'm more comfortable with disappointment than most, and you don't have to worry about that."

"You also have to make sure that your check won't be denied." Mr. Luo joked. "As long as you can guarantee that, there's no problem."

"Don't worry about my check." Zhou Xiaoqing also made a joke. "I'm just worried about whether you're really level."

"Absolutely fair." Mr. Luo's voice was lazy with confidence. "I'm certainly not a guru, but I've personally instructed some of them, and I have their letters of recommendation and phone numbers."

"Then let's make an appointment to meet." Zhou Xiaoqing suddenly felt very happy. "What do you call it?"

There was a brief pause on the other side of the phone.

"My name is Ro'mon."

"Then tomorrow at my house, at this time, I'll pick you up at that café."

Zhou Xiaoqing thought about tomorrow's arrangement. In fact, she doesn't have any arrangements except for the 'private' club that she has to go to every day, so time is not a problem, but she doesn't want this Mr. Luo to misunderstand that she is a person who has nothing to do all day, and she also doesn't want this Mr. Luo to know that he has to stay alone every day. If he is able to become Zhou Mi's tutor, then these details will not help him in teaching, at least not for now.