Please make money.

"She doesn't know. I had someone throw it away. What's the point of asking her?" Ai Ruhu looked down at his son with a look of disappointment in his eyes.

"...A Jing, your father is doing this for your own good." The stepmother hesitated and tried to comfort him: "You will be officially employed during this period, and you will be very busy. You may not have time to play. If you like it, you can buy it again when you are stable and have time, okay?"

"What to buy - does he act like an adult?" Ai Ruhu said angrily, "He looks like a child who didn't finish primary school! Play - what are you playing?!"

"Those are souvenirs of my participation in game production. They are impossible to buy!!"

Young Master Jing was so angry that his face turned pale, his hands were shaking, and tears were welling up in his eyes. For a moment, he didn't know who to be angry with.

Ai Ruhu's pressure was deeply rooted. Young Master Jing did not dare to confront him and could only be defeated in the mutual glares.

Then he seemed to remember something and quickly took out his cell phone to check the messages.

He had been studying abroad and had just returned not long ago. He had some things deposited with a friend and had just sent them back.

Sure enough, among the many useless information, there were two logistics information from today, and the goods had been delivered to my home.

"I still have two boxes of express delivery - where's the express delivery? Where's the express delivery!"

"Express delivery, it's only after seeing those odds and ends of yours that I finally understand what it means to lose one's ambition due to playing with things. This is what it means to lose one's ambition due to playing with things!"

Ai Ruhu was also very angry about his son's good-for-nothingness. If he hadn't seen the two big boxes today, he would have almost forgotten how useless his son was, and then he would have decided to get rid of all those things.

"From today on, you have to work diligently! Once you gain experience, I will transfer you to a management position."

Ai Ruhu snorted again after he finished speaking, and added in a self-proclaimed gentle tone: "When you are able to take charge of the family on your own, you can have fun however you want."

"..." Young Master Jing was in a trance, looking at his father, with a thousand words in his heart that he wanted to say.

But what finally came to his lips was just a sigh mixed with grievance and crying.

It seemed like he was mocking himself, but also like he was mocking the other person for still saying such useless nonsense.

He pushed aside a few people in a daze and walked back to his room. The hand holding the mobile phone accidentally pressed the game APP, and melodious music sounded.

Ai Ruhu snatched his phone and slammed it to the ground: "It's never going to end, is it? Go back inside—"

The phone fell to the ground and bounced up again, then went down the spiral staircase and landed in the lobby on the first floor.

The screen that had just been replaced with a new tempered glass film cracked, turning into white snowflakes flying around like helpless tears.

Then there was the sound of Young Master Jing being pushed into the house and the door being slammed shut by Ai Ruhu.

"Bang----"

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"Bang----"

The car door closed, Alia jumped out and stretched.

"It's definitely more convenient than riding a bicycle... Xiao Chen, do you feel wronged?"

"No." The driver Xiao Chen also got out of the car, glanced at the community in front of him, and subconsciously looked at the surrounding environment.

"Miss, if you need a car, give me a call. I'll park it in a nearby parking lot and it'll be there in 10 minutes."

"Hey, it won't take much." Alia waved her hand. She wanted the car purely to disgust Ai Ruhu, or to be more precise, she just wanted Xiao Chen.

Your driver? No! It's my driver now! I can do without it, but you have to!

I don’t know what Lei Fan did to transfer this person here, but it is conceivable that Ai Ruhu must not be in a very good mood.

When Ai Ruhu is in a bad mood, she will be in a good mood, and the positive and negative feedback will be superimposed to zero.

As for her own living habits, they cannot be said to be simple, but can only be said to be very normal in daily life. The chances of using a car are no different from taking a bus.

Who doesn't live like this? This shows that Xiao Chen can rest for a long time.

Xiao Chen did not comment on this. Although theoretically he would have fewer opportunities to make money if he did not follow Ai Ruhu, he himself was not the type of person who would take advantage of others.

It would be better to say that he just wants to complete his job, and be a transparent person at other times. Just don't cause trouble for him.

"Is this car my uncle's?" Alia looked at the nanny car and said, "Why haven't I seen it before?"

"It was used by Mr. Ai's family before." Little Chen stood there like an emotionless robot: "Mr. Ai only rides Mercedes-Benz and Rolls-Royce. If you don't like it, you can get a new one. I'll arrange it right away."

"No need for that. It doesn't matter who sits in it. My third uncle only rides in Maybach, right? Hey, where is my dad's old car?"

"Mr. Ai's car..." Xiao Chen recalled the underground garage of the group: "Is it the Hongqi L5? Miss, do you want to change to that one?"

The car has been parked in the underground garage for a long time. Although it has been maintained, no one has ever sat in it.

“Forget it.” Alia waved her hand. “It’s not the right time yet—what is this?”

Alia suddenly discovered that there were several large boxes behind the two large middle seats of the nanny car. Was this a gift for her?

"These are the sundries that need to be disposed of." Xiao Chen thought for a moment, walked over, picked up a box and opened it: "These are the things that Mr. Ai's family doesn't want."

"WTF?" Alia stared at the 'plastic man' on the top of the box: "PG Phoenix?!"

"…Miss, do you know what this is?"

"No, you said my uncle threw it away? Where did he get it?"

Alia was rummaging through the box. It was fine if there was a fingerprint collector like PG Phoenix, but why was there also a PG-RX78-2?

Could it be that her uncle was also a plastic modeler? There were a bunch of parts in the carton, only three of which were formed, and a statue. Alia had to take out her phone to check before she knew that this was the Black Blood King Arthur produced by Mulu Ether DeerLordStudio. It was said to be a limited edition. She was stunned for a moment.

"No, this was moved out from Master Jing's room. Boss Ai asked me to get rid of it."

"What are you going to do about it?"

"I haven't decided yet. I was planning to donate it to a welfare organization."

Xiao Chen doesn’t understand these toys. He thinks they are interesting, but useless. How much can they be worth as just plastic toys?

Donate it to your children to play with. It would be a pity to throw it away. How happy I would have been if I had such a handsome plastic figure when I was a child.

Alia patted his shoulder and said, "If you want to donate toys, I know someone will pay for it. I'll give it to you at the market price. I only want 30%."

What a joke, since these things belong to my stinky brother, he must be crying to redeem them?

"Miss, you are joking. These toys are not worth much." Xiao Chen said, looking back at the box: "I threw away several boxes before."

"...Come on, get in the car." Alia pulled him away.

"Where are you going, Miss?"

"Go to where you threw the garbage—pick it up!"

"Pick it up? Is it necessary?" Xiao Chen asked doubtfully: "If necessary, I will go get it back later and throw it over in the garage. Those garbage will not be dealt with unless someone takes the initiative to deal with it."

"You scared me. I'll call him first... No, just take a picture. Come on, hold this... No, you're too big. You need to find a bear kid."

Alia looked around, trying to find a naughty kid who came out for a stroll after dinner.

"What are you going to do, Miss?"

"I want to let a naughty kid hold his PG Phoenix and RX78-2 in front of this plastic man, and then show a big smile!"

"...?"

048-Fragments of Memory

In the end, Alia was unable to complete the despicable evil act that shocked Young Master Jing's heart.

Because Young Master Jing has lost contact...

Ailia was not at all panicked about this. After all, men might be hiding in the toilet crying when they lost contact.

Of course, the more likely possibility is that he was playing games so he pretended not to hear the phone ringing.

If you can’t get in touch, then don’t get in touch. It’s so funny. Anyway, you’re not the one who’s anxious if the things are lost.

However, she was kind enough to collect all the other party's several boxes of belongings and took them back, so that these treasures would not be left in the garage gathering dust and getting damp.

She rubbed her hands together, and thought that she would have fun these weekends.

Your PG Phoenix fingerprint collector? Let me feel it!

Xiao Chen and Alia established a new contact method and said that he would be available at any time. In addition to being a driver, he was also a bodyguard.

Alia said that please believe that the world is peaceful and safe, and she does not need anyone's protection. If she does need someone's protection, then there will be big problems.

"But it's a little thing. You can pick me up at 2 pm tomorrow." Alia looked at her watch and said, "I'll wait for you here then."

"Where are we going?"

"I'm going to get the cat checked. If I go out by myself, I can just ride a bike. It's not convenient to carry a box."

"Ok."

"Oh, and if my little brother asks you where these things are, just say you threw them in the garbage dump."

“…Is this okay?”

"It's so funny. I didn't ask you to throw it. My uncle did it. I just helped him to face the reality."

Although Alia had no intention of sowing discord between a son and a father, she had to admit what had happened, and Ai Ruhu's move was too vulgar.

Unlike myself, I only feel sorry for Didi~

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"Ah Jing...Ah Jing?"

A night passed, and the aunt, who was always a little worried, got up early to prepare breakfast for the family, and knocked on Young Master Jing's door with millet porridge and side dishes.

After a while, the door was opened. The haggard Jing Ershao, with greasy hair hanging on his head, raised his eyes, glanced at the person at the door, then walked back like a zombie and continued to sit in a daze on the bean bag sofa in the corner. Seeing that the bed had not been moved, he might have sat in that corner all night.

"...A Jing, eat something first."

My aunt put the food on the table in the room, thought for a moment, looked outside the door and saw no movement behind her, then she put an envelope on the edge of the tray.

"It was wrong for your father to throw away those things of yours, but he was also kind-hearted... Here is the money, you can buy more--"

Aunt couldn't continue speaking. Facing the bloodshot eyes of Master Jing, her throat rolled, and she retracted her hands and left in a hurry.

The envelope was not taken away. Judging from the thickness, it must have cost tens of thousands of dollars. It was quite generous.

My aunt walked to the stairs and listened to the indifferent sound of a door closing upstairs. Her shoulders slumped and she sighed slightly.

"What? That blind bastard got mad at you again?!"

Ai Ruhu was wearing home pajamas and holding a pot of cold tea. When he saw her look, he knew what had happened and was immediately filled with anger.

"No, no, no - hey, just be quiet for a while!"

My aunt quickly stopped him, thinking that if he didn't do these things, she wouldn't be so tired.

"Hmph!" Ai Ruhu slammed the teapot on the table. "Don't leave him any food in the future! If he has the guts, he will starve to death! Die in that doghouse!"

"Alas... Ruhu, the child has his own hobbies and interests. You can't deny him so arbitrarily."

"Arbitrary? I'm doing this for his own good! Look at Mr. Li's son next door! He graduated from MIT! He can now do financing projects for their company! A 8 million investment with a guaranteed return of %, but what about him? Huh? He just plays with his phone in his room! Plays with plastic figurines! Plays games!"

"…Forget it, let's eat first, eat first."

"Where's Xiao An?"

"He's still sleeping. Let him sleep a little longer as he's growing. He doesn't have classes today."

As she spoke, my aunt started preparing the food. Even though there were only two of them, she set a whole table.

"You, you got up so early to make porridge, but he doesn't appreciate it. If he's not an ungrateful person, what is he?"

Ai Ruhu glanced at the food on the table and said, "Besides, you must be tired after getting up so early. Let Auntie cook for you in the future."

"…Forget it, it's more reassuring to eat what you make yourself." Auntie paused and asked, "Do you want a lighter or thicker version?"

Although with her current family conditions, she can ask an aunt to do all the housework, she just needs to enjoy life like a lady.

However, in order to ensure Xiao An's "safe" diet, she was not comfortable leaving these things to others and was used to doing it herself.

After all, that woman did some crazy things back then. If my second sister-in-law hadn't discovered it early...

When she thought of what happened in the past, her movements slowed down. She unconsciously glanced in the direction of the second floor, and her thoughts drifted back to the past.

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