Boss, please let me go

Chapter 192 Yin Miaojing

"Hmph!" The little girl Chu Yi snorted arrogantly, expressing her unwillingness to communicate with her idiot mother.

"Hey, don't be arrogant." Qianjin pinched his bun face with a smile, then her expression changed, and she threatened: "Don't tell Mama Yin."

Little friend Chu Yi nodded pitifully with tears in his eyes, Qian Jin rubbed his little face with satisfaction, and walked home happily holding his little hand.

Open the door, the afternoon sun shines through the glass windows, the spacious small living room is full of warmth, a fluffy puppet is casually thrown on the beige fabric sofa, and the spotless glass tea table There is a plain vase with a simple and elegant magnolia flower in it. The whole room looks neat and clean, and there is a little literature and art.

Having lived with Yin Miaojing for five years, Qianjin has long been accustomed to her style of a literary and artistic young woman. After a casual glance, she lowered her head and changed her shoes.

The little girl Chu Yi quickly changed her shoes, and with a pounce, she fell headlong into the sofa, "Mother Yin, I'm back!"

"Hush—" Qian Jin gestured for silence, and then pointed to Yin Miaojing's bedroom. Chu Yi immediately silently cooperated, because Qianqian's mother said that when Yin's mother was doing some strange things, Does not like to be disturbed.

"Mama Yin is doing strange things again?" Chu Yi blinked curiously and asked in a low voice.

"Yeah, so Xiao Yi has to stay here obediently, and Qianqian's mother is going to visit." Qianjin's expression was inscrutable.

"Why can't I watch?" Chu Yi was dissatisfied.

"Because you are a child." Qian Jin pushed him on the sofa, couldn't help pinching his little face, and then walked towards Yin Miaojing's bedroom.

She knocked on the door, and after a while, a cold voice came from inside, "Come in."

Qianjin pushed open the door, a strong smell of alcohol mixed with smoke came blowing towards her face, thick black curtains were drawn in the room, it was pitch black, everything could not be seen clearly, only a little fire flickered on and off, flickering There were wisps of blue smoke.

Qian Jin frowned, stretched out his hand and pressed the switch, the incandescent lamp flickered twice, immediately illuminating everything in the room clearly.

Her bedroom and living room are completely in two styles, disorganized.

Clothes were piled up randomly, paints and brushes were scattered all over the floor, a dusty sewing machine and several damaged mannequins were placed in the corner of the room.

The walls have long lost their original appearance. There are strange colorful graffiti everywhere, mixed with some posters, and edited newspaper pages, and those posters all have the same face.

It was a man with melancholy and gloomy eyes, like a vast ocean, the surface was calm, but in fact the dark tide was raging.

Qian Jin was looking at the poster in a daze, when suddenly her foot slipped, as if she stepped on something, she fell backwards and sat on the ground in a daze.

A low laugh came from next to his ear, and then he uttered a word, "Stupid."

Qianjin grabbed it and saw that what slipped on her was a roll of black wire rod. She angrily threw the wire rod on her body, and said angrily, "How dare you call me stupid for throwing things around?"

In another corner of the room is a drawing board, which is messed up with black paint, like a mess.

And Yin Miaojing was barefoot, sitting casually by the drawing board, with a cigarette between her slender fingers, her long and narrow phoenix eyes glanced at her lazily, and said coolly, "It's my fault if you don't look at the ground when you walk. huh?"

"Tsk." Looking at her foolish appearance, Qianjin couldn't help sighing, "If you don't talk, you are definitely a goddess."

"Fuck you." Yin Miaojing crushed out the cigarette, clapped her hands, stretched her waist and slowly got up, kicking the beer bottle under her feet to Qianjin's feet, "Dirty things can be cleaned up, other things are not allowed bump."

"Who said I'm going to pack your things for you!" Qian Jin glared at her.

"Hey, your eyes tell me that you can't wait to help me clean the room." Yin Miaojing touched her chin with a smile.

"Get lost!" Qian Jin slapped her hand away, watching her walk out of the room step by step, the simple cut white dress outlined her graceful curves, the skirt moved automatically without wind, and her slender ankles were looming. Bingshan beauty's temperament doesn't match her wonderful personality at all!

As for why she was not allowed to mess up the arrangement of other things in her room, Qianjin once asked, but Yin Miaojing smiled inscrutablely, saying that it was for artistic sense.

In Qianjin's view, this is obviously a strange hobby of this literary and artistic girl.

Although she is very strange, even though she is very furry, Qian Jin doesn't hate her at all. If it wasn't for her, she and Chu Yi might not be where they are today.

Yin Miaojing probably had a painful past, she never mentioned it, and she never asked, just like she never asked her who Xiao Yi's father was.

Looking at the mess in the room, Qian Jin sighed heavily, thinking how to clean up the house while maintaining her so-called sense of art!
In the living room, as soon as Chu Yi saw Yin Miaojing coming out, he immediately ran over with short legs. Because he was not tall enough, he could only hug her thigh, and said sweetly, "Mother Yin, Xiao Yi misses you so much." ~"

His voice was soft and waxy, and Yin Miaojing's heart was about to melt when he heard it, so she bent down and hugged him, pinched his bun face, and then smiled: "Xiao Yi, why did I follow you?" Eyes full of accusations?"

It was fine if she didn't say anything, but Chu Yi's little face wrinkled into a ball completely when she said it, and her eyes, which were as bright as black grapes, suddenly became a little moist, and the teardrops rolled in the eye sockets, and she said extremely wronged: "Mother Qian bullied me."

"Hey, Qianjin, your son said you bullied him." Yin Miaojing wiped away his tears and shouted towards the bedroom.

"Chu Xiaoyi, you have no conscience, you clearly agreed not to sue!" Qian Jin roared.

"She also threatened me not to sue." Chu Yi sniffed aggrievedly, "Baby won't go shopping with her in the future, she will lose the baby."

"Hahaha, Qianer, did you hear that you are disgusted by your son." After Yin Miaojing laughed, she said seriously: "Hey, let's see how I deal with her."

Chu Yi nodded, she was almost moved to tears, did you see Qian Erhuo, this is the correct way to open her mother!
After Qianjin cleaned up the room, she saw Chu Yi lying on the sofa alone, watching cartoons leisurely with her legs crossed, while Yin Miaojing was busy in the open kitchen wearing an apron.

She is very tall, at least 1.7 meters, with well-rounded facial features, her long black hair is tied up loosely, and she is pinned behind her head with a dark sandalwood hairpin. Comfortable.

It is a pleasing beauty.

　[I heard that there are four pairs?I'm wondering whether to gather all five pairs of Summoning Dragons, haha. 】

　　
　
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