Lu Qingqing bit her lip, and finally regained a little composure in the chaos, although the man in front of her didn't look like he was pretending.

But knowing people and knowing faces but not hearts, she is also a person who has been in the rivers and lakes for many years, what kind of person has not been met?

Especially the behavior of Baili Fenghua's family is very suspicious, and she will not believe it easily.

After thinking about it, I finally decided that I couldn't just give money.

Although tens of thousands of yuan is just a thread of hair for her, what she is afraid of is a relationship, so Zuihou still pretended to smile helplessly: "Actually, I don't have any money......"

Her answer was not out of her expectations, after all, his family was young and seemed to be straightforward, but he was also a cautious person inside.

There was a warm smile in his heart, but he kept a sad and bitter smile on his face: "I know, after all, opening a store is not a small amount, you and I are not relatives, how can I ask for your money...... Forget it, I'll figure it out when it comes to money...... At least, not to let a few children go hungry to ......"

As soon as the ghost elf fairy heard her father's words, she joined the performance at the right time, and said with a pitiful and sensible face: "Daddy, we are very full of steamed buns a day, you don't have to worry about us ......"

In a word, in an instant, tears fell from people's eyes.

Eat one steamed bun a day, what a poor child this must be......

"Daddy, even if you're hungry, you won't be so hungry when you drink saliva......" Mo'er also added sensibly.

Feng'er didn't say anything, just focused on giving full play to her super crying skills, Zhu tears fell, and her clothes were silent......

Lao Mou really couldn't look at it now, and his eyes turned red directly: "No wonder you don't even have a decent set of clothes, no wonder a big bowl of noodles slipped into it last night, poor child, if it goes on like this, development has become a problem!" It's okay, no matter how bad it is, come to Uncle Mou, Uncle Mou can't guarantee anything, but a bowl of noodles can still be guaranteed......"

Lu Qingqing couldn't tell what she felt, she just felt that her heart was like a knife, and it was not just sympathy. After all, there are also many children in poor areas on TV who do not have food and have no clothes to wear in winter.

But this feeling is really different, like a kind of pain that seems to be flesh and blood......

When I thought that these three children couldn't even eat, I felt very sighing.

"It's my useless father, sinking into the past, that I let you ......" Baili Fenghua was halfway through speaking, choked up and couldn't speak, and the sadness of self-blame spread throughout the room.

"Daddy, we don't blame you, we also miss Mommy's ......" The three children, their eyes turned red as they spoke, and they all cried.

They really miss their mothers, and they have been thinking about them since they were sensible, but although they are holding their mother's hand at this time, their mothers don't recognize them.

After all, it was a five-year-old child, and when I felt it, I really cried.

"Forget it, I'll figure out how to open your store!" Lu Qingqing couldn't see such a scene the most, and only felt that if he didn't reach out to support him, he would be cold-blooded and ruthless.

In particular, she really felt sorry for her three children, not sympathy, but distress......

"Mommy, you're the best......" As soon as Feng'er heard that Mommy was finally willing to take the money, she happily got into her mother's arms, rubbing her mother's lower abdomen with her little face like a puppy.

Xian'er Mo'er's two little milk bags hugged her mother's hand left and right, and smiled happily with tears.