honey love diamond cold wife

"Lili, mom knows you are afraid of thunder, and the electricity cut off at night, you should sleep with mom, seeing how cold your hands are, come in and warm—"

His mother took her hand and stubbornly lifted his quilt. Cheng Liuli stopped insisting and finally lay down.

Bed|It was very warm, and the rain gradually stopped.

Not long after, the bright moonlight actually shone through.

Mother has fallen asleep peacefully.

Cheng Liuli suddenly had the urge to cry.

No matter what, she still has her mother by her side, and no matter what kind of changes in the world she experiences, she can still stay with her mother and walk on with their support.

One day with a mother, she won't be alone in this world.

Is not it?

Even for her mother, she will work hard in this world.

Let the mother have no worries about food and clothing, and spend the rest of her life in peace and stability.

In the Rolls-Royce, Yesilo leaned leaning in the driver's seat, looking up at the dark window on the top floor.

He rubbed his forehead with his hand, and he himself was a little bit unsure why he had to touch this neighborhood in the middle of the night.

According to the information he investigated about her, he knew that this little woman was terribly afraid of thunder, that's why he couldn't sit still in the middle of the night when the rain was pouring heavily, and drove the car inexplicably, and arrived here inexplicably.

A Chi found out her address, and he only said it once, and he remembered it firmly in his heart.

He is not very familiar with this kind of slum-like place, but the car has navigation, which allows him to easily find the address.

She really didn't expect that she would choose such a dilapidated neighborhood as her foothold.

It seemed that this woman was even more stubborn than he imagined. ． ． ． ． ．

This also means that his methods probably need to be tougher. ． ． ． ． ．

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"Mom, I'm going to work!" Cheng Liuli bid farewell to his mother and walked out of the house before the sky was completely bright.

After going downstairs, she took a special look under the streetlights where she parked last night. The cool Rolls Royce had long since disappeared. It seemed that it was just a passing car.

Although she couldn't find a job, and although she couldn't be sure if someone was behind the scenes, there was no other way, and she had her own way to make money.

She has made up her mind to place a pair of simple painting utensils on the green square in the city center to sell portraits for passers-by.

At the beginning, she had no experience, and she always got up quickly when someone looked at her, picked up her previous sketches and walked forward, half shy and half courageous, asking if the other party would allow her to paint for them.

Eighty out of ten of the replies I got were rejections.

Day after day passed, and she was only allowed to paint a few times, although the "Gods" (since she had decided to make a living from it, the clients who paid her to paint were of course the supreme bread and butter, It’s God!) After getting the painting, she had an expression of surprise and satisfaction, and brought a large number of repeat customers, but she still sat there idly for most of the day, wasting time in vain past.

In the end, she began to learn to be smart and took the initiative to draw a clean black and white pencil sketch for the other party before the other party noticed it.