The devil clings to the little maid

Chapter 365 The Woman Who Lost Huaguang

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Ling Kexin stopped the car and pushed down the window.

Bai Leshan arched her back, held her right arm with her left hand, and walked slowly towards the entrance of the company. Today, she is wearing a pair of black high heels, a set of black business attire, and her hair is in a bun. Her back looks thin.

A woman who used to be so arrogant and arrogant is now tortured by the years and marriage to the point where she has lost her gorgeous brilliance, and her whole body is full of vicissitudes and desolation.

She's only 27 years old and shouldn't be shriveled up so early.

"Yi Ting, please help me take care of my cousin." Ling Kexin drove, plugged in her earphones, and pressed Mo Yiting's cell phone number.

"Hey, do you give me a ride, so I have to repay you?" There was a chuckle.

"You are the vice president, you should care about your subordinates."

"What's up with her?"

"I don't know either, so let you show the affinity of the leader."

That party spat at her lightly, then hung up the phone with a smile, Ling Kexin unplugged the headset, her face suddenly became serious again, she hadn't been to her uncle's house for almost a month.

Because every time she went there, Zhang Sufen muttered and cursed insinuatingly, saying that if those things hadn't happened a few years ago, Bai Leshan wouldn't be in such a miserable situation now.

Zhao Feilong killed her!

When she was talking, her eyes were rolling towards Ling Kexin, and when Ling Kexin met her gaze, she changed her face again, with tears in her pitiful eyes, and sighed, saying that her business was not as good as before and she owed too much debt, Now I have to raise a nephew.

Ling Kexin knew what she meant, and would give her a little money every time she went, ranging from five thousand to ten thousand.

But Zhang Sufen still thinks it's too little, saying that she doesn't know how to control men, and she is with such a rich young master of the Mo family, but she can't keep his money. The conditions of her mother's family are poor now.

Zhang Sufen talked too much, and Bai Haoming would scold her, so every time Ling Kexin went, the husband and wife had to quarrel, which made Ling Kexin afraid to go often.

And during this time, Bai Leshan rarely contacted her. According to Bai Haoming, she even found a job at night.

"Young Mistress, are you worried about your cousin?" Lu Qiaoer, who hadn't seen her speak for a long time, couldn't help but speak.

Ling Kexin stared at the front, smiled faintly, "Every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite, I thought of her."

"Eldest young mistress, you are so kind. She treated you very badly before."

"But I'm just her cousin."

"Young Mistress, do you think bad people can also become good?" Lu Qiaoer leaned over and looked at Ling Kexin's beautiful profile.

"Of course, at the beginning of human beings, nature is good."

Lu Qiaoer pursed her lips, with a little sadness in her eyes, and murmured: "That's not necessarily true, my stepmother is very bad to my grandma, she often doesn't eat her food, and she is not good to me."

Ling Kexin's heart felt sore, she frowned, and the car speeded up.

Lu Qiaoer's home is located in a slum area of ​​a small county in Jiangbin City. There are all low houses here. Lu Qiaoer led Ling Kexin into a small alley and pointed to an old mottled wooden door.

"My house is here." She smiled a little embarrassedly, and then pushed open the door.

Ling Kexin carried a few boxes of gifts and walked in with her. Inside, there was a small courtyard where miscellaneous goods were stored. There was a musty smell in the air, garbage was everywhere on the ground, and the thick leaves made a "rustling" sound when stepped on.

Two hens were looking for food on the ground, and looked up from time to time to look at the fallen leaves from the tree, as if expecting a few worms to fall on them.

Three low old houses, the pillars of the cloister are gray and black, the concrete on the ground has collapsed, and after going up two steps, Lu Qiaoer stopped at a door and did not move.

Ling Kexin glanced suspiciously, then brushed her shoulder and looked inside.

In a dark room, an old lady was wearing a black cloth shirt, her back was hunched, her hair was combed loosely in a white bun, her back was facing the door, and she was digging something on a pot.

Seeing that her back is so thin, her body is so haggard, reflecting the cruel crush of her age, Ling Kexin's heart suddenly felt a sense of desolation.

How many people are still struggling on the poverty line in this world?

How many other elderly people are suffering?

"Grandma..." Lu Qiaoer didn't speak, but Ling Kexin called out too.

Old Madam Lu turned around, her cloudy eyes were white, she raised Hua Lao's hand to wipe her eyes, then wriggled her shriveled lips without any luster, and said hoarsely: "Who is it?"

"Grandma..." Lu Qiaoer rushed over, hugged grandma in her arms, and burst into tears, "I am Qiaoer, and I will bring the youngest mistress to see you!"

"Young Mistress?" The old lady's misty eyes rolled up her eyelids vigorously, her wrinkled face was full of surprise, "Really? Really? She is a distinguished guest, hurry up, hurry up... let She sits."

After finishing speaking, she pushed Lu Qiaoer away and looked towards Ling Kexin, but she couldn't see Ling Kexin's face clearly, the whole figure was blurred in her eyes.

She seemed to be very happy, grinning, flustered, and found a chair like a blind man groping for an elephant, because she was afraid of getting dirty, so she leaned down and wiped it with her sleeve. Wipe again.

"Young Mistress, sit down quickly, Qiaoer, make a cup of tea for Grandma, the tea is not good... Don't be disgusted, Young Mistress." The old lady said tremblingly, waving her hands.

Ling Kexin took a look at the dark stove, there was a bowl filled with crispy rice, soaked in water, probably for the elderly to eat.

Next to the stove is a wooden bed with a gray and old mosquito net hanging on it, and there is no decent piece of furniture in the whole room.

For a moment, Ling Kexin felt so sad, she put down the gift box, walked over and held the old lady's hand.

"Grandma, what happened to your eyes?"

"It's okay, it's okay... Eldest young mistress, your hands are really soft," the old lady patted the back of her hand, smiling, and the wrinkles on her forehead full of vicissitudes were deeply elongated, "I heard from Qiaoer that you have a good heart, I gave her a lot of money last time, and asked her to bring me something to eat every time, young mistress, thank you."

"..." Staring at her face, Ling Kexin's eyes were burning. She thought of her own grandma. At that time, her family was poor and her grandma lived in poverty.

Ling Kexin didn't sit down, but pressed the old man's shoulders and let her sit on the chair.

When the old lady remembered, Ling Kexin knelt down, held her hands, and said sincerely: "Grandma, please sit down. This time, I want to ask for your opinion."

The distance was so close that the old lady could see the outline of Ling Kexin's entire face. Although it was still covered by a layer of mist, she could tell that this face was beautiful. She reached out to touch it, but her fingertips trembled slightly. As soon as she touched Ling Kexin's nose, she flinched back, showing embarrassment.

"Eldest young mistress, you are a beautiful woman, grandma saw you."

Ling Kexin took her hand again, and put her hand on her cheek. The old man's fingertips were very cold, and only a little bit of damp heat appeared in his palm.

She obviously felt that the old man was excited, his hands trembling, trembling.

But Ling Kexin squatted in front of her like this, holding her hand, not only felt sore and sad in her heart, but also felt an indescribable warmth.

"Grandma, I want to take you to live in Jiangbin City, and you will live with Qiaoer."

Lu Qiaoer had just made tea, and when she heard this, she almost dropped her teacup on the ground. She stared blankly at Ling Kexin with her eyes wide open.

Ling Kexin smiled. In the dark room, her smile was like a sun, making the gloomy room shine brightly.

"How can I do that? Young Mistress, we can't trouble you." The old lady choked up.

"No trouble, I'm just in charge of finding a house for you, Qiaoer will take care of you, and you have cataracts, you have to go to a big hospital in the city for surgery, then you can see me and Qiaoer clearly."

"That will... that will cost a lot of money." Two lines of hot tears rolled down the eyes of the old lady.

Ling Kexin turned her head and glanced at Lu Qiaoer, her shoulders were shaking while holding the teacup, her face was covered with tears, she was holding back her tears, choking speechlessly with excitement.

Ling Kexin's eyes were gentle and friendly. She thought of Lu Qiaoer's caring care for her for so many years, and the milk powder she changed unintentionally saved Mo Erye... These are enough for her to return Lu Qiaoer's love.

All along, Ling Kexin has followed the principle of repaying all kindness.

Money is something outside of the body. Besides, she and Mo Erye have a lot of money. With so much money saved, it is better to help the poor. Seeing their happy smiles makes me happy.

Mo Lin said: "There is no distinction between high and low."

Ling Kexin also thinks so, she is also a human being, if she is rich, she is willing to help the poor.

Lu Qiaoer's father works in a factory. He has a weak personality and is afraid of his wife. The old lady suffers from ### all the year round and has no one to take care of her at home. However, Lu Qiaoer can only go home once a month in Mo's Manor. Jiang Bin can also settle her worries and make her live happily.

Thinking of this, Ling Kexin became even more determined in her decision, although she didn't discuss it with Mo Erye.

"Grandma, I will pay for all the money. When I honor you, you will be my real grandma from now on. That's it. You pack up. I will send a car to pick you up in two days."

After hearing this, the old lady wrapped Ling Kexin's hands in her palms with trembling hands, she said in a hoarse voice, "Eldest young mistress, how do you want us to thank you?"

"Boom!" Lu Qiaoer suddenly knelt down towards Ling Kexin, crying uncontrollably.

More than half an hour later, Ling Kexin brought Lu Qiaoer to a small restaurant. As soon as the food was ordered, that brother Yang came.

"Qiaoer, Qiaoer..." He looked very happy, but when he glanced at Ling Kexin who was facing Lu Qiaoer, his eyes lit up and he stammered, "She, she is..."

"My name is Ling Kexin." Ling Kexin stood up, pointed to a stool next door, her expression was indifferent, exuding a kind of majesty naturally.

Lu Qiaoer's heart was tense, and Ling Kexin's usual expression showed that she could easily break out into a "small universe", and she still remembered her "struggle" with the young master before.

Eldest young master, she is not afraid, this elder brother Yang must be a piece of cake in her eyes.

Yang Hui's facial features did look a bit like Cao Lei's, but his temperament was far worse. When he saw Ling Kexin's eyes, he was foolish... What a beautiful woman, such a beauty came to this small place, what a fairy.

He sat down with a slight smile, pulled off an off-white jacket, and stared at Ling Kexin without blinking.

Ling Kexin ignored it, moved the dish calmly, and put the two dishes in front of Lu Qiaoer.

Yang Hui's gaze slowly shifted to the table, and he couldn't help but be taken aback, there was no bowl and chopsticks on the table.

Strange, didn't you call and ask him to come over and have a meal together?

And seeing that Ling Kexin treats Lu Qiaoer so well, he couldn't help brows with suspicion, turned his head to look at Lu Qiaoer, Lu Qiaoer nudged him, blushed, and said in a low voice: "She is the youngest mistress of the Mo family."

Yang Hui immediately widened his eyes, panic flashed across his eyes, and his ears were a little hot, as if he felt very embarrassed by the disrespect and assumption just now, lowered his eyes, and couldn't help but want to look at Ling Kexin.

He had already known from Lu Qiaoer that this Ling Kexin was a woman whom the young master of the Mo family loved very much. The young master would rather have her than a beautiful half-breed from France.

"Your name is Yang Hui?" Ling Kexin asked lightly after pouring some fruit juice for herself and Lu Qiaoer after setting out the dishes.

"Yes."

"You like Qiaoer?"

"Yes." Yang Hui suddenly became nervous, put his hands down from the table, and scratched his trouser legs with his fingers.

"I like her and married someone else. Is what you say convincing?" Ling Kexin raised her eyes and looked at Yang Hui, those beautiful eyes like a pool of spring water reflected a sharp light.

The beauty is as cold and glamorous as ice, even if you look at it lightly, it will seduce people's hearts.

Yang Hui suddenly felt that his throat was thirsty, he stared at Ling Kexin blankly, opened his mouth, and forgot to answer.

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