Chapter 17: Grinding an Iron Pestle into an Embroidery Needle (3)

Bai Qing'an let go of her hand when she saw Mu Hua's ugly appearance, and sat down in her position again, she sighed, "Lawyer Mu, I'm sorry, it's me who bothered you, I know it's difficult for a strong man." However, I just want to get my son back, and I am reluctant to leave my son for the sake of a mother, sorry to disturb you. She said as she picked up her bag and got up to leave.

"Miss Bai, please wait." Mu Hua suddenly shouted to her who needed to leave, her voice was faint but full of calm and steady.

Bai Qing'an found that his voice was very manly, she turned her head suspiciously, looking at the face on Mu Hua's face intentionally or unintentionally hooked a little strange, she asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"Did I say I couldn't help you?"

"Can you help me?" Bai Qing'an's eyes flashed with a little light, and she was a little excited in her heart.

He smiled: "If Miss Bai is willing, I have a way." ”

Bai Qing'an nodded like pounding garlic, "Yes!" I can! As long as I can get the rice back, you can do whatever I want. ”

……

When Bai Qing'an returned to Gu Junchen's house, he already smelled a very rigorous smell.

Gu Junchen's home is just like him, full of danger everywhere, and life here is like sitting on pins and needles.

She took off her high heels in the fantasy place, changed into cotton slippers and walked in.

I found that there was no one else in the huge living room except white rice.

She looked at Bai Dami, who was sitting on the sofa and watching TV with a comfortable face, and asked, "Rice, where is your father?" ”

Bai Dami watched the TV intently, took out the lollipop in his mouth and sucked the taste, and then replied slowly: "The maid said that Xiaomi is working overtime in the company, and it is estimated that he will not be able to come back tonight." And the maids I thought it was too wasteful for them to take care of me next to me, so I let them go back to their rooms to sleep. Do you miss Xiaomi? Xiaomi said that if you miss him, you are welcome to call him, and his number is 151......"

"Shut up!" Bai Qing'an interrupted him angrily, his face flushed with annoyance, "Who said you missed him?" I'm not blind! I just think about a pig, I don't even miss him! ”

Bai Dami looked at her with serious contempt, "Qing'an, you can't even look down on Xiaomi even if you look at a pig, you're not blind!" ”

Bai Qing'an: "......" Who made you distort your meaning like this!

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Bai Qing'an looked for a day's work in vain, so now her body was sore, she went back to her room and took a comfortable shower and washed her hair.

She had never been used to using a hair dryer, and she wore her wet hair and wiped her hair with a towel in her hand.

She sat down at her desk and looked at her Taobao store.

This Taobao store was just opened by her, and it sells children's clothes. She returned to China until now, I don't know what pig she stepped on, her luck is so bad, she has repeatedly applied for jobs but has failed repeatedly, and she doesn't know why there is no response to the job search resume she sent, could it be that she was eaten by those leaders? Alas!

So, in order to support herself, she started a children's clothing business.

However, the luck was too bad, and the Taobao store opened for a few days, and no one patronized it.

Mo Zhenxin warned her: "I said you don't sell children's clothes, now children's clothes are sold on Taobao, you who only come to sell things at dusk, where will people wait for you, you will go home a long time ago." So, why don't you switch to selling others! For example, adult products are selling well now, and if you are surprisingly good, you will make a lot of money if you don't do well. ”