please make money

Ai Ruhu looked at his son suspiciously: "Who told you? Your third uncle? Or is someone gossiping?"

"Lei Fan...driver...Alia...Alia!"

Jing Er Shao rushed out of the door, screaming with a little roar, and a little trembling in the roar, only the shout of "Alia—" lingered around the beam for three days without a break.

"What's wrong with him?" Ai Ruhu's eyes widened. Is this guy crazy?

"Cough, maybe Xiaoya misunderstood you last time and got scared?"

"……waste!!"

"..."

049-The Kind-hearted Man and the Ugly Child

When Er Shao Jing knocked on Aliya's door, Aliya was still eating breakfast.

"You are early in the morning, with this appearance, who are you going to attend the funeral for?"

Aliya, who opened the door with a brown sugar steamed bun in her mouth, was surprised. She didn't expect her stupid brother to be so decadent.

What does he look like?It's like the male protagonist who was bullied in the book, and it's still the kind of face-to-face...

"You—you give it back to me!"

"what?"

"My babies!"

"Baby?" Aliya was stunned, and then took out her mobile phone: "Hey."

"what? What?!!"

Jing Ershao looked at the photos on his phone, and his heart and lungs stopped suddenly. His face turned pale for a while, then turned red suddenly, and finally almost turned black.

In the photo, there is a little boy holding his two big trees, one on the left and the other on the right, smiling heartlessly.

Can this be shown to the sufferer?

Seeing that he was about to poke out before he could catch his breath, Second Young Master Jing fell backwards, as if he had lost his strength.

Aliya rolled her eyes, raised her feet and hooked his neck to prevent him from falling to the ground with a slap, and when he lay down, she broke off a brown sugar bun to stuff his mouth.

"As for you, don't hang on to my door just because of such a trivial matter. Do you know how much my three bedrooms and two living rooms are worth? If you really screw up this time, at least you can lower my house price by [-]%, and I still count on it in the future. Sell ​​this house for a good price, and then go to the countryside to build a small manor for the elderly..."

Jing Ershao swallowed the piece of brown sugar steamed bun with difficulty, and was fed half a bottle of soy milk, so that he could recover and catch his breath.

Not only was he in a hurry, but he was also angry and hungry, plus he didn't sleep all night—who could survive with his body like bean sprouts?

"not dead?"

"……not yet."

"Get up before you get up - go into the house, there is food on the table, you can eat it yourself, or you can grab it with my cat, it still eats canned food."

As Aliya said, she turned and entered the room, the door was still open, and she turned around and asked curiously, "Why don't you answer the phone?"

"I'm out of money, can you... give me the fare first?"

"?"

……

……

"Really, I shouldn't have opened the door. If I didn't open the door, I wouldn't have encountered this incident, so I wouldn't have to pay him. Master, what do you think you are driving him for?"

Aliya found the kind-hearted master at the gate of the community. The latter didn't know if he was free, or maybe he was kind, and he waited on the spot holding his mobile phone.

Why do you say that?Because the sharp-eyed Alia took a look, the three-digit number on the dial page was dialed, and she almost pressed it.

When the two met and chatted, they gestured to Er Shao's bean sprouts' height and crying appearance, and then the master relieved his vigilance and heaved a long sigh of relief.

"Is he from your family?"

"my brother."

"Dear?"

"Dear."

"Oh, what's going on at home, are you all right?"

"No, what's the matter at home?" Aliya was stunned: "What did he tell you?"

"He said that if he came late, his family would be gone—"

"If he comes late, at most the toy is gone. His toy was thrown away by the family, and then I picked it up."

"……That's it?"

"That's it."

"It's not swearing?"

"Of course not—plastic figurines, the kind that children love to play with, cost a dozen yuan, and you can find them in stationery stores everywhere."

Aliya now has the tone of a mother of a relative who is a bear child. She almost pointed at the display cabinet and said that if it breaks, it will be broken. It’s not that you won’t give you money for things worth tens of dollars.

Tsk, no, I have to give him this speech technique when I go back later, so that his hypotension can be cured instantly.

"Hi!" The master slapped his thigh: "It scared me, I thought it was something serious, it's best if it's nothing, it's fine..."

The master was kind, chatted for a few words, and exchanged shallow words: "Sister, you can take good care of him, I see that little brother, mentally—"

The kind master pointed to his head, but didn't say a word for the second half.

But when you think about it, those who ride in the Bawang car are not worthy of sympathy these days, but those who ride in the Bawang car with tears and anxiety in the car make people sympathize.

To say the least, it must be that the family lost two pages of the household registration book to be so sad, right?

So much so that Jing Er Shao didn't bring any money with him at all, and the master told him not to worry, go to work first, and find his family before giving the money.

In fact, it will be fine if you don't give it. After all, who doesn't have a problem these days?Seeing that young man's crying, I'm afraid it's a family matter.

Jianghu has always been saving the emergency rather than the poor, not to mention that Jing Er Shao has already wiped out his pockets, throwing broken mobile phones and other odds and ends in the car as collateral.

If Jing Ershao cried for a while longer, maybe the master would have to give him ten or eight yuan from his pocket to buy some pads to eat first, so the child will be hungry.

It turned out that the toy was thrown away...

"He, he has no parents since he was a child, and those toys are his spiritual sustenance. Humans have to have hobbies, don't they?"

"Also—eh? Isn't he a member of your family?"

The master who was just about to hand over the pile of odds and ends that the other party threw down as collateral to Alia was stunned for a moment.

"That's right, I don't have my parents either, it's a coincidence that isn't it!"

"Ah... that, sorry, sorry..."

The master hurriedly gave her the things, this day was dead.

He even had an epiphany of 'no wonder your brother has problems'. With a sister like you, if he is still healthy, it must be that the world has been distorted.

"Go slowly, master! Come here often—be careful on the road!"

Aliya bid farewell to the well-wishers, and when she turned back, she seemed to remember something, and went to the convenience store to buy a box of chocolates, and then wandered home.

This brat, how could he drop his phone?

The screen of the mobile phone in her hand is already ruined, pity the tempered glass she just bought yesterday.

She looks down on the guy who smashes things when he gets angry - you just smashed people directly!Go for the culprit!

After wandering back home, Aliya looked at the room with the door open: "Are you dead? If you didn't die, let me tell you, the fare and breakfast are all considered money, and you can pay them back when you get paid. Nine Out of Thirteen Returns, I... eh?"

What about people?

Aliya looked at the living room suspiciously, wondering if this guy has lost his mind enough to break into the beautiful girl's room, right?

But there was none in the room, and the bed quilt was untouched—it seemed that Jing Er Shao didn't suspect that he hid his toys under the bed.

Laughing to death, I gave all my life to the kid upstairs, how could he find it?

But it's strange, where else can this person go?

Aliya turned and walked out, then thought of something and slapped her head.

Shouldn't it be...

She moved her ears, and heard a faint sound of arguing, and hurried up the stairs.

Sure enough, Jing Er Shao was confronting a little boy, and the latter was holding a PG Gang Damu in his hand.

"You, if you come here again, I'll smash it!"

"Let it go! You put down the hostages first! Everything is easy to talk about!"

"...?"

050-The bear boy with a unique painting style

Jing Ershao was about to cry, looking at the lifeblood held in the other party's hand, wishing that it was him who was strangled by the neck.

Lost and regained and lost again, what kind of purgatory is this?

On the contrary, the little boy's eyes lit up when he saw Alia: "Sister Ai!"

"So can anyone tell me what happened?" Aliya spread her hands, "I'll just go out and pay for it."

"Sister Ai, he's a liar—he wants to rob me!"

"That'smine!!"

"Liar! Sister Ai gave it to me last night!"

"You—" Jing Ershao pointed at the little boy tremblingly, then turned around and pointed at Alia: "You!!"

"...I probably understand, go back to the room first, Xiaojie, have you had breakfast yet?"

"Not yet, but mom has left breakfast, I'll get it..."

……

……

"So you didn't use a knife to deepen it at all, you just applied the liner fluid directly, and then wiped it with X20, right?"

"I have to wait a while, wait until it is almost dry before wiping..."

"Not at all! You're obviously in too much of a hurry to clean the stains! And what are you doing with so much X20!"

"Yeah, then I figured out I should stick a little less, just a little bit on the cap of the bottle."

"Use a dropper! Precise control! And you're not good at hooking, very bad—"

The little boy stood by the side of the coffee table, using chopsticks as a pointer, and pointed at the big wood that he had repaired.

Second Young Master Jing knelt on the futon, carefully listening to the master's instruction.

Alicia?

Aliya is eating a love sandwich made by the little boy's mother. Don't tell me, the love breakfast prepared by this mother for her son is better than the brown sugar buns that Aliya bought for two yuan each. Yes, it's full of happiness.

In exchange, Aliya gave the child half a box of chocolates, and the little guy smiled so hard that his teeth couldn't see.

After a while, the teaching or crushing level DISS came to an end, and Aliya hiccupped: "The chat is over?"

"Well, the chat is over." The little boy put down his chopsticks: "How should I put it, I have more love than skills, sincere feelings, and courage."

"Come on, let me introduce to you, this, my neighbor, is a genius child Xiaojie, a generation of genius in the Children's Palace in the East District of Tianhai City. He won the champion team award of the youth group of the local robot competition last year and the year before the year before. The old customers of the model store know him, and his grandfather is the owner of the GAME house."

The little boy proudly put his hands on his hips and puffed out his chest.

Jing Er Shao's throat rolled, and he realized later: "That's the one--the GAME house that the blue-eyed white dragon sold for a sky-high price?"

"Why, have you been there?"

"...I went there a long time ago, and then I went abroad, so I didn't go."

"That's why you don't know him." Aliya threw a piece of chocolate into her mouth, and then threw another one to the little boy: "I guess he was born when you were abroad."

Xiaojie is only 8 years old this year, so he is already 10 years behind Alia and Jing Ershao.