Jiang Yufeng came back after the call, and Qiao Zhimo sat on the swing as usual. He hadn't noticed the small stains left on her shoes after they had been cleaned.

At the end of the break, the two walked back. Qiao Zhimo followed behind Jiang Yufeng, and the red marks of the sun shining on the back of her ears were a hot sting.

Near noon, the audition ended, Jiang Yufeng hurried to shoot a magazine and left early. The rest of the people went to lunch together, and on the way, Qiao Zhimo received a message from his aunt.

[Zhimo, are you free? There's a new hot pot restaurant in Dongcheng District, let's try it together? 】

There was something unpleasant in her heart, and her uncle's words when he called last night were swirling in her mind. Looking back on the past few years, whenever my aunt takes the initiative to ask her to eat out, it is all for a purpose, and this time is no exception.

Although she knew it, there were some things that needed to be said clearly in person, and after thinking about it, she sent the location of the restaurant set by the crew.

In this way, even if there is an emergency, you can avoid it under the pretext of eating with the crew.

When getting out of the car and heading to the restaurant, Qiao Zhimo deliberately walked at the end. After entering the restaurant, she went back to the front desk to book a table and sent the table number to her aunt.

There are not many people from the crew today, so it's just right to sit down in a circle. Pei Shiyan went crazy in front of him, and then He Tan warned him, Qiao Zhimo rubbed away from the two of them, and successfully launched himself to the position closest to the door.

It's also convenient for her to slip out later.

Deputy Director Yuan is the best at enlivening the atmosphere, pulling a few small supporting roles to blow nonsense, and he was stunned to pour Pei Shiyan and the producer several glasses of wine. Qiao Zhimo was listening to their nonsense and eating on the side, and his gaze inadvertently drifted over Pei Shiyan's slightly reddened eyes.

He seems to be drunk?

As soon as this conjecture came out, it was suppressed by Qiao Zhimo - because there was no reason. The expression and tone of his expression when he spoke to Assistant Director Yuan were very normal, and even his hand that shook gently with the wine glass still felt a little at ease.

It doesn't look like a drunk at all.

But the moment she saw his eyes, a sense of déjà vu came up, and she was caught off guard by this illusion.

Qiao Zhimo collected his thoughts, and when his gaze slid past He Tan beside him, the other party raised his wine glass at her, with an unexplained smile on his lips. She quickly looked away, put down her chopsticks, and pulled her buzzing phone out of her pocket.

The atmosphere in the box was enthusiastic, and she secretly opened the door and walked outside. At the table above the railing on the second floor, there sat a woman with a gentle temperament.

She had her phone in her ear and looked a little nervous. The busy sound seemed to slip into Qiao Zhimo's ears from her mobile phone, she touched the card in her trouser pocket, took a deep breath, and turned around and went downstairs.

The restaurant is doing well, and the first floor is bustling and full. Some of the guests chatted across the table with loud voices, and one of them stood up with a wine glass and a loud voice, "Today's little girl's coming-of-age ceremony, thank you for coming to appreciate your face, I will do this glass first, you are free." Just by listening to the voice, you can tell how excited this father is.

Qiao Zhimo paused, and turned his head to look at the girl who was sitting in the center in a princess dress with a happy face. If there had been no accident, she would have had a unique coming-of-age ceremony of her own.

......

The phone rang twice and hung up automatically, and Ye Rou was about to dial it again, when a bank card with a label was handed over and placed on the table.

She looked up at the pair of soft wattles holding the bank card and saw the girl's face wearing a mask.

"Zhimo, you're here." She pointed to the chair across from her and said, "Sit down, I haven't ordered yet, look at what you want to eat." ”

Qiao Zhimo walked to the opposite side and sat down, without taking off his mask, with an alienated aura all over his body, "No, I'll leave after a few words." ”

"That's a hurry." Ye Rou sneered.

Qiao Zhimo nodded and said, "There is still something to be done." She raised her chin and looked at the bank card on the table, "Auntie, there are 200,000 yuan in this card, which I saved by myself, and I have the right to pay alimony for the past few years, so you can keep it for yourself." If you want to buy anything in the future, you don't have to ask your uncle for money. ”

After Ye Rou came out of the village, she worked in the factory. The Ning family couldn't look down on her salary, so they asked her to be a housewife at home, so she quit her job. For so many years, she has brought Ning Hui up, and she can finally take a breath, and she has to take care of Ning Wenshan's sister again.

The funny thing is that this year-round job, which is more tiring than a nanny, has not been understood by anyone in the Ning family, and she has to be sneered at by Ning Wenshan even to buy a new dress. Now, let her not be restrained, and the money she squandered freely was actually given by Qiao Zhimo.

A child who is not related to her by blood, but is just picked up by her sister.

Ye Rou's heart was sour, and what she was going to say was stuck in her throat, "Zhimo, it's my aunt who is sorry for you." ”

Qiao Zhimo shook his head and said, "There's nothing to be sorry for, if you hadn't brought me back six years ago and gave me a place to live, I wouldn't know where I am now." She got up and bowed to Ye Rou, and said bluntly, "The things at home have been moved, so let's throw away the rest of the trouble for me." ”

Ye Rou sighed, she knew that Qiao Zhimo was determined to leave this time, so she didn't persuade again, but just said, "Zhimo, I respect your decision." It was indeed Xiaohui and Wenshan who were wrong last night, and I apologize to you for them. She paused, a little embarrassed, "But can you give the monitoring of the corridor to my aunt?" ”

Qiao Zhimo frowned, recalling what Jin Yue said, weren't those videos handled by his uncle? If not an uncle, who would it be?

The upstairs box opened and closed, and the sound of ping-pong was not abrupt in this noisy environment, but she glanced up in a ghostly manner.

The man unfastened the cufflinks with one hand, rolled up his sleeves, and did not stop when his gaze swept down inadvertently. He straightened his cuffs, leaned against the railing, and turned his back downstairs.

After a while, another person walked out of the box. She still had red burn marks on her legs, like a splashed ink painting in the bright light.

The two stood on the porch and talked, looking downstairs, the image of their bodies was about to hug each other.