Three years later, I was a mother to the daughter of Qir’an, and he told me, in a state of indifference, that there was only money, and no credit.
Recently, he took part in a class of father-in-law and two of the other groups of fathers were literary filmmakers and leading singers.
To the eighth, ask the mother of the child to visit.
I’ve got a million-dollar down payment for the letter. Let me through.
“Just pretending doesn’t mean I admit who you are, okay? I’m sorry.
I collected the money in a good manner: “I understand.” I’m sorry.
And then to the scene, the three kids played for my mother.
Behind them are the words, the shadows, the singers.
I showed a smile.
That’s right. I’m the mother of the three kids.
“My dad won’t like you! I’m sorry.
And the hands of the clouds smite upon the piano.
She’s eight years old, dressed like a beautiful doll in a dress of princesses.
But when the eyes looked at me, they were filled with illness and indifference.
“Want to marry my dad and dream. I’m sorry.
I have a calm face flipping the hymn.
“It just went wrong for two syllables. I’m sorry.
She doesn’t touch the piano. She’s still staring at me.
I’m suffocating.
“I don’t want to marry your father. My job is to help you.”
“I don’t care about everything about your father, I just care if you can pass the piano next month. I’m sorry.
The clouds don’t believe at all.
“Don’t lie.
“Every woman who comes to my house as a tutor or nanny actually wants to take over. I’m sorry.
I guess that’s what you think.
He always thinks I’m obsessed with him.
After all, he’s a billion-dollar CEO, young and handsome, with a lot of women fighting for it.
He was cold and turned away thousands of miles away, and the women used his daughter as an entry point and wanted to approach him through the clouds.
No wonder no matter how I explain it, the clouds won’t believe me.
But it’s okay, I just have to do my job and get my pay.
I monitored the clouds and practiced the piano three times, and where she played badly, I showed her myself, and an hour later I finally learned to my satisfaction.
It’s getting late. I’ve warmed up the milk for the clouds, and I’ve baked the snacks myself.
The clouds ate the snacks, and they ate them and bandaged their faces.
“All you pay, my dad will pay for it. I’m sorry.
“That’s best. I picked up a fairy tale, “What’s the bedtime story? I’m sorry.
I’ll pack up in the living room.
The door opened suddenly.
The words are back.
He’s probably just finished his business meeting, and the whole man came in with a slight drink and threw himself into the sofa.
The nanny had trouble at home today, had gone home early, had prepared a wake-up soup before leaving, and said that if Qi was late, he would warm it up.
So I went to the kitchen and warmed up the soup, and I brought it out.
The tie was too tight, I stretched out his hand to untie him, and he grabbed my wrist and dragged me all over.
I fell on the couch, and the words fell upon me, looking at me, and my eyes were as cold as the night.
“Do you think you can touch me? I’m sorry.
“It was Aunt Liu who asked me to heat her up…”
I tried to explain, but the words interrupted me.
“Don’t use anyone else as an excuse. I’m sorry.
He smoked his nose and he was cold-mouthed.
“and sprayed perfume. He said, “Do you want my attention? I’m sorry.
He pulled his mouth off, picked up his cell phone, and a moment later my phone sounded like a transfer.
“I tell you, Shen Bei Liang, we only have money.
“If you don’t look like a three-pointer, do you think I’d let you in? I’m sorry.
I was suddenly pissed off, pushed out of the way, and took the bag and ran out of the gate.
Backwards of the smirk.
“And jealous?
“You don’t deserve to be jealous…”
I burst into the night and breathed a few times to barely contain my anger.
Too much.
It was because I looked like his former wife, not because of my ability to work.
This is a big question for my profession.
You know, I graduated from Quilan College.
In the United Kingdom, where there was an early school of talent specializing in the training of nobility housekeepers, the College of Scorpion could be considered an evolutionary version of such a school.
It nurtures the hostess.
Or “professional hostess.”
The founders of the college had early found that male groups such as Master Haomen, the young president, and the top performer could easily leave their children without a mother when they were young or in a state of private disorder.
Such children, although born at a high level, can easily grow up, and therefore need to be educated and accompanied, a role that often does not come from domestic servants and tutors.
As a result, the profession of female heads was born.
The industry is still small, and I’m a first-time graduate.
The reason for the selection is also simple.
He was single, his parents were not around, and his children were left unattended.
And he’s rich enough to afford the high labour costs of our industry.
I’ve been to Qi’s house for interviews several times, and I’ve been careful about my abilities and work, and I’ve said yes.
And I thought he had been moved by my power, and he didn’t believe in me, or thought I was the woman who wanted to take over.
It’s okay.
I comfort myself.
As long as there is a match between work and remuneration, let him be misunderstood.
I checked the transfer, and I’m satisfied.
At the same time, I found out that the letter sent me a tweet.
“Tomorrow I’ll be home all the time. I’m sorry.
I put away my phone somehow.
It’s none of my business.
I have to go to another client’s house tomorrow anyway.
Another client, Kusawa, is a movie star, known as the Artistic Man.
His personality is mysteriously deep, and his blue eyes seem to be forever filled with rain fog.
His son, Zhu Xiaofeng, is quite the opposite of him, but he’s got a mathematical talent, and could win a medal at the International Orse.
I sweat every time I watch the kid learn.
After lunch, I sent Zhu Xiaofeng to Odumi private school.
The first time I saw him, I complained that he hit his head with a ruler.
I paid for the medicine, and even apologized, asking him to take care of the children.
After all this went home, the King just got up.
Every time he slept until the afternoon, he was on the sofa in a ceremonial linen, with a new wave of French films on the screen.
When he saw me come back, he took his eyelids, “You’re back.” I’m sorry.
I took the bill and went to him: “Mr. Gu, the expenses need to be settled, including the cost of medicine for the Orchid. I’m sorry.
Gudzik looked up to me, and the blue eyes showed a shocking look.
He whispered, “You’re angry with me? I’m sorry.
I got bills, a fog.
He stood up and he grabbed his hair, “I can’t even sign my fans, and I let you into my house. What do you want?”
“Did I say the day before yesterday that I won’t get married? Why are you talking about money like that? I’m sorry.
I have no expression: “Mr. Gu, if you refuse to transfer, I will not come again. I’m sorry.
I’m going out with the check that Guozawa brought me.
Next time you screen a new client, you have to shine your eyes.
The type of person that doesn’t talk about money can’t be chosen next time.
But I’m in charge of the work that’s done.
On the one hand, I thought I’d take Sam to the doctor specializing in hyperactivity next week, and I’m headed to the next client’s house.
Run-off bridge, a top singer, rock ‘n’ roll in the early years, now pop.
Because of a beautiful face, this guy has been so tall for more than a decade, he’s parked an ambulance outside every concert and is responsible for the timely removal of fans who fainted because of the lack of oxygen for screaming.
I went through the floor door to the bridge house to help his daughter.
As a result, Cuco is not home.
“Perhaps she went to a fellow scientist or her grandmother took her away. I’m sorry.
There’s only one person on the bridge in the big mansion, and there’s a bottle in the living room, and it’s obvious that the party just opened last night.
I don’t think it’s comforting to have such a shitty father. I picked up my cell phone and sent a round of tweets about the location of Qiancou, finally confirming that she was with a scientist and that I was on her way out of town, and I was at the bridge.
He was lying on his bed, filming the place around him and smiling with evil spirit: “Hey, come here. I’m sorry.
I was politely tactically retreating.
“Check, pack what.” “That day I saw you recycle my song.” I’m sorry.
There’s one saying that the new album on the bridge is really of good quality.
But not every female fan wants to climb the bed.
“And if you’re trying to seduce someone, dress up better. Your dress’s almost on your ankle. I’m sorry.
He picks up his cell phone and transfers money to me: “Go buy something hot.” I’m sorry.
One hundred thousand.
I ordered it.
His daughter has made more than a hundred progress in my next grade of tutoring.
That’s what I deserve.
I’m leaving. I’m at the bridge.
“Twenty-eight, come to me at the video base. I’m sorry.
I frown.
What do you mean?
“The director of Loshko suddenly asked his mother to visit.
“Don’t get me wrong. I don’t like you the most. I don’t think you’re a little bit of a baby. I’m sorry.
“I have a job. I’m sorry.
Cheng smiled down the bridge.
“Shit job. I’m sorry.
“Really, there may be other clients who need me. I’m sorry.
“How much do they give you? “I double.” I’m sorry.
Get in the car, I got a message from the King of Gum.
Very short, an address, a date.
The address is a video base.
Date is 28.
I’m not surprised. I knew they were recording the same art.
I didn’t answer Gutsawa’s tweet, so I called.
As a ruler of icebergs, his voice is rarely angry.
“I told you. I’m home today.
“You’re not here with me? I’m sorry.
He stopped and his voice slowed down: “Is something wrong with you or are you sick? I’m sorry.
No, not at all.
I’m just not obliged to talk to you.
I just said, “No,” and I couldn’t believe it.
“Just don’t get sick.
“Twenty-eight, I’ve got a mother’s tour on that ensemble.
“Don’t get me wrong, it doesn’t mean I gave you a name…”
And We interrupted him in a hurry: “Girl, I do not want credit, I only want money.” I’m sorry.
The words were choked and then apathy:
“You can offer anything. I’m sorry.
The phone was hung up.
I sent a micro-letter to Gutsawa, and the King of Gutsai, who looked at money like shit, immediately answered me.
He still hasn’t spoken. He just sent a picture of a blank check.
It means I fill out the money myself.
I’m crying.
Mother, I’m out!
Early in the morning, I was on the scene with a long dress and grace and dignity.
Gi Yunwu saw me first, and she laughed.
“You want to be my stepmother…”
When her voice was heard, a young boy with a tiger’s head came out of the stabbing and went straight to me.
“What took you so long? “I’m hungry and I want to eat your honey roasted chicken legs.” I’m sorry.
And the other side of the cocoa came out of nowhere and couldn’t believe it. I’m sorry.
The clouds are stuck.
She always thought I was the one who made it to please her.
I shot her in the head.
“Today I’ll be your father’s stepmother…”
After that, I turned my head and looked towards the three men who came.
Qir’an, Gutsawa, Cheng to the bridge.
Each one is the dream of 900 million girls, and three is 2.7 billion.
I smiled at this 2.7 billion dream.
“It’s up to your dad who’s offering more. I’m sorry.
I was dragged into an empty room without a camera.
It’s not that there’s no camera, there’s a fixed camera in the corner, it’s one of the air spots.
But when the words were said to that shot, “I’ll pay ten times for it,” the whole hot cup in my hand went up.
After a slight hysteria, the camera went dead.
Use your money power and turn to me, faceless.
“Did you see my introduction to you? I’m sorry.
I’m confused.
The script was taken out of the pocket of the suit, which recorded how he intended to introduce me to the audience.
To the effect that I am only a man hired to take care of the clouds, and the words have nothing to do with me.
Isn’t that a good introduction?
Yet the dark, dark eyes of the words stare at me and look at the look on my face.
“You’re angry, aren’t you? I’m sorry.
I said, “What?”
In his general calm tone, the genre rightly infers: “You saw this introduction in advance, displeased that I cut your mind directly in front of millions of people, so threaten me with two other men, right? I’m sorry.
He took a deep breath: “Well, I can say that you are my companion. I’m sorry.
I was shaken by the inquisitorial circuit, and I couldn’t speak at all.
The words saw me silent and thought I was not satisfied.
“This is the limit of my concessions. Do you want me to declare you a real girlfriend?” This level of decision-making will have to be negotiated with the board of directors and will have an impact on the company ‘ s share price. I’m sorry.
I took a breath, and I said to him, “I have only one request. I’m sorry.
“You don’t have to go in.”
We said, “Please, let me be introduced like the first one. I’m sorry.
Queue: ?
He seemed to need time to digest it, so I left him in an empty room and turned back to the recording site.
Three kids need me. I’m busy.
As soon as I got back, I found out the scene had been smashed.
I thought it was the children who started this mess and found out that all but one of the chairs had been overthrown by the M.A. Gu Xiao Feng, the rest had been hit by a bridge.
He’s too big, and the young monitors are shrunk away and no one dares to stop him.
Cheng ran over a table at the bridge and suddenly found me here.
Shen Bei. “How dare you betray me?” I’m sorry.
There’s no caution at the bridge, and it doesn’t matter if the camera is on us right now.
The man is a young man who is famous because he has experienced a blizzard, but who is not able to defend himself with numerous fanatical fans and who is indeed the best in the world in terms of appearance and talent.
No wonder he was so partial, it is assumed that in his world, every woman who appears before him cannot not be mad at him.
I pushed the bridge: “Mr. Cheng, we had a non-exclusive agreement when we signed the contract, that is, I could have other customers besides you.” I’m sorry.
“You think I’m just a regular client?” I’m sorry.
“Of course not, you are not an ordinary client. I’m sorry.
I looked at him, seriously.
“You’re my VIP client. I’m sorry.
“What about the words and Kuzawa?” I’m sorry.
“They are, of course, VIP. I’m sorry.
After all, they paid a lot of money.
The bridge seemed to be very unhappy with the identity of his VIP client, and he fell on the door.
As for Gutze, he did not show up at all and was allegedly de-recorded.
I thought the group would stop recording, but the director himself came to me, suggesting that I went on.
If I’m not mistaken, he’s got a lot of excitement on his face.
I turned on my phone and looked hot, and I understood immediately.
The show went off.
Every official’s relationship is a very heavy story, and today, on this show, everyone is shocked to find that the mother of their three children is the same person.
These three fans and all the melon eaters want to know who I am.
The power of the Internet is vast, and in the beginning, all my experiences from kindergarten to the present have been stripped clean.
I’m so calm compared to the three of them who have been with before, the millionaires, the top star, the international supermodel.
I’m in a very calm mood for the netizens to pick me up.
It’s all within my expectations.
They pick them up, I keep my job.
The three men are gone, and I feel very clean about it.
After all, they can’t help my job.
The three kids are supposed to be hungry, and they just happen to have a kitchen on the scene, where there’s plenty of food, and I found a whole bag of chicken legs, pick them up with my well-made sauce and make the most popular honey roasted chicken legs.
The kid was simpler than the grown-up and Guozawa completely ignored me, but when he smelled roast chicken, he appeared at the kitchen door.
The kid’s heart is so big, it doesn’t bother him to eat.
Two meters away! As soon as Xiao Feng came, I opened my mouth.
This was our agreement, because it was easy to touch the stove, so I had to cook two metres away.
“Not fair. “Why can she come next to you?” I’m sorry.
That’s Qiancoa. She’s a little pale, skinny girl who sits by my side quietly and helps me pick my food.
Little monkeys like Xiao Feng came to Chingcoa.
“So our stepmother is the same person. I’m sorry.
Zhang Coco whispered: “Not your stepmother, Miss Shen.” I’m sorry.
“Similarly! “You must be my sister.” I’m sorry.
Gu Xiao Feng! I stop drinking, “Speak, don’t play with people’s hair. I’m sorry.
Gu Xiaofeng took off his hand on Ching Coco hair.
As soon as I looked back, I found on the live screen that a lot of bullets had been painted.
“Oh, my God, isn’t Gu Xiao Feng the devil? I’m sorry.
“This Shenbei lemon seems to have something. I’m sorry.
“Is she capable of deceiving? As a result, he was able to take over the three boats, namely, the Peaks, Kusawa and Jianh-Bashi. I’m sorry.
I’ve made some food.
But the clouds never came.
The child is not the same as the child, and Zhu Xiao Feng sometimes calls me “Aunt-uncle” and Zhengco keeps calling me “Senior Shen” and Zhi Yunwu always calls me “Hello”.
She’s a lot older than the other two, and she’s a lot more cautious about me.
I had some food in a box, and I went to knock on the door of the clouds.
A few children’s dad’s rooms were passed, and they probably didn’t eat, but I didn’t care.
Our professional code is, first, to serve the child and second, to help the male owner if he encounters difficulties, given that he is the father of the child.
They shouldn’t need me to help them in this situation.
I’ve put a lot of effort into it.
She looked at my tanned, fragrancely roasted chicken and smiled.
“I’m starving to death, and I won’t eat your food. I’m sorry.
Fifteen minutes later, there was a pile of chicken bones left in the box.
It’s never gonna happen again.
She did not soften her temper by eating and drinking full of clouds. She purified her mouth with grace, and then looked at me with her eyebrow.
“You’re trying to impress us while you’re looking for your father to make my father jealous, right? I’m sorry.
Seriously, it’s not like Feng and Chingco and their father.
But the clouds and the words, from character to brain, are a mimic.
“Do you think you look like my mother and you can replace her?
“I tell you, you and my mom don’t look like anything but faces.
“She’s noble and elegant, and she’s not gonna make me smell like smoke, and she’s not gonna make me practice, she’s not gonna criticize me, she’s not gonna bother me with a long talk. I’m sorry.
After that, Jiu Yunwu looked at me with a provocative look and wanted to see the look on my face of excitement.
But I just smiled calmly: “Oh.”
“Go to the piano teacher on weekends. If you step back, every night the bedtime story is canceled. I’m sorry.
“You…”
“There’s more. I broke her up cold, “Your carbonated beverage is too much, I’ve confiscated the coke in the fridge.” I’m sorry.
The clouds were looking at me in such a bad way.
Shen Bei Liang, when my mother returns, I’ll throw you out of my house! I’m sorry.
It’s the word of the clouds.
The next day, I was preparing breakfast for three children, and there was a noise coming out of the door.
The door was then pushed and an extremely fine and noble woman appeared in front of the camera.
She does have a three-point face.
Before I could react, the clouds had been called out.
“Mom! I’m sorry.
The woman came up, held the clouds, and looked at me.
Her smile seemed mild, but the demonstration in her eyes was clearly visible to me.
“Wow of Clouds, Mom’s back. I’m sorry.
That’s the stale ex-wife, Frya.
Fu Xinya is from a great family, and she is from a great family and she seems to like each other.
However, it is not clear why Fu Xinya divorced him when he was one and a half years old and settled abroad.
Although Fu Xinya’s name is often heard in the mouths of words and clouds, in fact, I have not even seen Fu Xinya making a video call since I entered the house.
At this moment, Fu Xianya smiles at the head of the cloud.
“Mommy’s not coming back, I’m afraid she’ll let a wild woman who doesn’t know where to come from first. I’m sorry.
Obviously, that was for me.
The live broadcasts continue, and the screens are sorely painted that I can hardly see what every word is saying.
But it is also clear that the return of the former moonshine wife to the country and the direct confrontation with the double must have set the audience on fire.
Everybody’s looking forward to Fry hitting me in the face.
And Fu Xinya thought so. She came up with a horse.
“You’re the daughter of the daughter, you’re the mother and father’s palm beads, don’t eat any of this shit.” I’m sorry.
She went straight to pick up a bowl of cuisine, a bag of eggs and a small cage, and she poured it into the trash.
“Wow of Clouds, Mother cooks for you. I’m sorry.
Fu Xinya raised her hand and immediately piled her famous food with her nanny.
Then she turned to me and said, “We meet and what are the outsiders doing here?” I’m sorry.
I’m calm.
In my vocational training, there is, of course, a code on how to deal with a child’s biological mother.
The principle is to avoid direct conflict and to leave room for the biological mother and the child, who need immediate protection if they have acted against the child in any way.
Fu Xinya is just making breakfast for Ki Yunwo, and of course I should respect her.
I took them to the other room just after I had finished.
After completing their respective homeworks and having finished lunch together, I took care of the two children for lunch, and Zhu Xiaofeng quickly went to sleep, while Zhang Coco kept his eyes open.
I came over and shot her, and she turned to me, and her eyes were bright.
“Mr. Shen, I think…”
Her voice was small, and I put my ears in her ear.
“I don’t really love her. I’m sorry.
I’m freezing.
“You don’t know the mother of the clouds. How do you know? I laughed, “Okay, go to sleep. I’m sorry.
“Really. “Love and acting love are very different, I can tell.” I’m sorry.
I had a bad feeling about it.
And almost a few minutes later, the feeling was met.
The sound of the ambulance rang under the stairs, causing my door to be pushed in a panic.
“Mrs. Shen, something’s happened to Ki Yunwo, can you see…”
Gi Yunwo was first taken to hospital by an ambulance.
The car behind me was carrying the slang and me.
In the morning, he left the programme and participated in an important meeting of shareholders. On his return, he was on his way to see Fu Xianya and Kiyoshi, and found that the cloud was being carried out by the staff.
He was pale, sweating down from the corner and his hands were hanging around.
I was in a hurry, but reminded him: “Mr. Kee, parents must remain calm at this point in time. I’m sorry.
The words reached out and grabbed my arm, like something to save my life.
If it was the past, I’d draw my hand.
But at this point, if you can make it feel better, hold on.
At the hospital, my arm is purple.
I can’t take care of the pain. I need to get to the emergency room.
Fu Xinya was crying at the door of the emergency room, and the grace of the rich girl disappeared.
The words go up and grab Fu Xinya.
“What did you eat for the clouds? I’m sorry.
“I don’t know, I don’t know, it’s the best food. I didn’t do anything wrong.”
I had no idea that Fu Xinya, as the mother of the clouds, knew so little about the children, that I would never let her cook them.
Some people are parents, it’s a disaster for children.
When the doctor speaks loudly, he can barely contain Fulgenya’s cry: “Calm down, parents! We need a child’s allergy list! I’m sorry.
There was an embarrassing gap in the chronology and in Fulgena’s face.
They don’t know.
I’m going up.
“Mangoes, pineapple, shrimp…” I’m very skilled in giving my name.
In the balance of light, it seems that my eyes are different when I see the words.
The doctor finally met a patient’s family and caught me. I’m sorry.
“No, but I have a backup on my phone…
And when the doctor was finished with him, he went to treatment the clouds, and the nurse came and said to me, “Mother, go to the third floor and pay.” I’m sorry.
Fu Xinya stood by her in silence and did not correct her.
The expression was complicated and he paused and said he was going to pay.
Fortunately, the clouds were fine and soon recovered from vomiting and drug treatment.
In the ward, in front of countless cameras, Fu Xinya cried to the clouds.
“Sorry, Mom doesn’t know…”
And the clouds touched their lips with a bit of weakness.
“I’m hungry. I’m sorry.
Fu Xinya stood up and stood up: “What do you want to eat?
“I’d like to drink the porridge of Quickly becoming a girl warrior.” I’m sorry.
Fu Xinya stopped: “What? I’m sorry.
The door was open and I came in with a bowl of porridge.
The eyes of the clouds are bright.
I blow the porridge and feed it to the clouds.
The director of the video set up a sign to tell me what it means to be a girl warrior.
“There’s nothing special about it. I said, “It’s just eggs, skinny meat and green vegetables in the porridge, and it’s full of nutrients.
“When the clouds were sick, they didn’t eat, I made this porridge, and said it would restore so much strength and become a girl warrior. I’m sorry.
“And you lied to me. “It’s not going to change.” I’m sorry.
When she said that, she took the bowl and took a spoon and shaved the porridge.
The words were also in the ward, and he stood not far away in silence and watched what was before him.
The transmitter turned the interview microphone to him and dared to ask: “Mr. Ki.” I’m sorry.
The words were called twice before they came back.
“Mr. Ki, your daughter is allergic to something, don’t you know? I’m sorry.
If he were of the same character as he did, he would have been angry.
But at the moment, in front of the bed of the cloud, he was silent for a moment, whispering, “I’m too busy. I’m sorry.
“Do you think you’re not a good dad?” I’m sorry.
This time, the words remain silent longer.
His face was rarely visible.
“Did I hurt her? * He whispers, like an excuse, like a murmur, * “I’ll buy her whatever she wants and I’ll make her a living *
I interrupted him.
The Code of Practice states that if there is a serious problem with the father ‘ s perception of education, we have an obligation to speak out to correct it.
So, even with millions of viewers, I spoke courageously.
“It is not enough to provide material conditions; in fact, children are not so sensitive to matter.
“What they need more is company, attention and love. I’m sorry.
And this time the clouds were no longer indifferent.
She buried her head in my arms and I felt the heat on my chest.
She cried.
That day, this cold, young girl sheds many burning tears on my clothes.
Ji Yunwu says she’s looking forward to her mother’s birthday every year.
She didn’t really see her mom. She was abroad from the moment she remembered.
She was called by Gi Yunwu, who either did not answer the call or called for only a few minutes.
She’s got endless parties, countless new obscurities, and then maybe new children, and the clouds are uncertain.
But even so, the clouds want to have a mother.
Everyone else has, and she wants to.
There’s not only one, but the best.
So she imagines the beauty of her mother, the beauty of her being the best woman in the world, and as to why she didn’t come back and look at her, the cloud deliberately doesn’t think.
Now, Fu Xinya’s finally back.
She broke all the fantasies of the clouds.
What I can see is not necessarily impossible.
“She didn’t really love me, she just wanted to beat you.”
“She wants me and Dad to wait for her forever. I’m sorry.
I’m suffocating, touching the hair of the clouds.
I could comfort her by saying that your mother actually loves you, but this trick doesn’t work for a smart, young child.
So I treated her like an adult, and I took her seriously.
“It’s a long life, we’ll meet a lot of people, and parents are just one of them. I’m sorry.
“So it doesn’t matter if they don’t love us, let’s not hurt ourselves because they don’t love. I’m sorry.
“You’re an orphan, right? I’m sorry.
I wasn’t offended, I laughed in peace: “Did you check me?” I’m sorry.
“Daddy checked. “I was just listening next to him. I’m sorry.
“It’s true. I said, “When I was a baby, I was thrown in front of a welfare home, and I was raised by the dean of the school.” I’m sorry.
She called me when I was going to leave the room.
“Hello. I’m sorry.
I turned to her.
And she asked me, in a calm tone, “Is your love for us part of your profession? If you don’t pay up you won’t love us. I’m sorry.
I thought about it and asked her.
“Do you know the father of Chengko?
“The bridge, a famous singer.
“Singing is his profession, but his feelings for music are true. I’m sorry.
“Love is love, neither professional nor non-professional love.” I’m sorry.
He said he wanted to talk to me.
He sits across from me in a suit, the sun shines on him, softens his cold lines and makes him look closer than usual.
The first thing he said was, “Frya’s gone back.” I’m sorry.
I drink the caramel macchido in my hands, and I don’t know how to answer it, but it’s “Oh.”
“We’ve loved each other, but we don’t live together. I’m sorry.
It’s a hot American drink.
“We’re all so proud of ourselves that we don’t give a damn. I’m sorry.
“I’ve got my career, she’s got her party and social, and the house is always cold and nobody wants to take care of anybody. I’m sorry.
“So North Lemon. He looked at me and said, “I thought I’d marry you. I’m sorry.
I almost had a caramel macchito sprayed on his suit.
“Not really. I was shocked to say, “When did I make this request?” I’m sorry.
It’s a joke.
“You don’t have to worry. I know where you are. “I don’t mind. I’m sorry.
I’m:
It’s hard.
“Are you out of your mind? Isn’t this just a tool? It’s so nice. I’m sorry.
It wasn’t me who said that.
It’s the guests of the seats behind the words.
The chair of the café was so high that it blocked our sight, and at the moment the man stood up, I saw his figure.
The big black sunglasses covered my face, and the men smiled at me.
“Recognize me?”
“Of course. “Changcoa’s dad.” I’m sorry.
It’s probably never been called that in my life, and the smile of the twilight has been strangulation.
But he saw the words.
“If you’ve checked Shen Bei Liang, you’ll know what she’s doing at her college. I’m sorry.
“She’s an employment relationship with you. She’s concerned with the clouds, not you. I’m sorry.
“You don’t have the same face, do you?” I’m sorry.
“How could I, like, have feelings for me. * She’s got a confident smile on the bridge * I’m sorry.
“She played the game that our company developed.” I’m sorry.
“She’s not just listening. She’s one-song! I’m sorry.
“She’s not just playing, she’s krypton. “Krypton has a lot of krypton.” I’m sorry.
I’m:
They say a man dies as a teenager.
I don’t think they’re talking about teenagers.
They got in a good fight and didn’t notice I was pulled away by a third man.
Of course it’s the King of Shadows.
Gudzi bit on the smoke, and he was very aggressive and forced to drag me through the corridor of the café.
It’s just a walk, and there’s no need to walk like “The Hero.”
He went to the distance, he looked far away, he was depressed.
“Sim North Lem, I know, a woman like you is a footless bird.
“The two mortals cannot be your destination. I’m sorry.
I said, “What?”
He’s got some art.
But anyway…
I said, “Thank you for understanding. I’m sorry.
“Hmm. Gusawa noded, “I can understand you. We’re the same.
“I told the public long ago that I would never get married again. I’m sorry.
The film critic said that the King had a pair of eyes to see who loved him.
He turned around and looked at me with these eyes.
“But for you, I think I’m a footless bird that can stop on an exceptional basis. I’m sorry.
I’m:
You’re like those two!
Except for the above!
“Mr. Gu here says there’s no possibility…” I remind him, “I don’t like you. I’m sorry.
“How can you not like me? Gusawa put out the smoke and laughed, “If you didn’t like me, you wouldn’t be so good to Feng. I’m sorry.
I said, “What?”
“I’m good to Xiao Feng because I charged you. I said, “And I really like this kid. I’m sorry.
“No one likes a 7 or 8-year-old boy, especially if it’s like this. Gusawa’s eyes reveal a obnoxious obnoxiousness: “The nature of a child is obnoxious, and if not, there is only one factor — blood. I’m sorry.
He shook his head: “You have no blood relations with Little Peak, except for the House of Love and the Wu, I cannot think of a second possibility.” I’m sorry.
He didn’t notice my face had changed.
Of course I do.
Guzawa’s former wife was madly obsessed with him and conceived children by various means to marry him.
She died in childbirth while she was looking after Xiao Feng, leaving the child behind, and there was no way that Gutze could leave the child behind.
I know that Kusawa doesn’t care much about Xiao Feng, but I didn’t think that there was so much behind him.
Guo Feng has grown so healthy that there is no physical or mental problem other than hyperactivity, probably because the child is big enough.
I was about to argue with Kusawa, but my phone was ringing.
The caller was the class teacher of Qianko.
The children’s fathers usually have a lot of time, and they can’t find anything at all, so they usually leave my phone in their home school practice book.
“Hey, are you from Chengco? I’m sorry.
As soon as I pick up, there’s a frightened noise coming from the teacher.
“Changcoa’s…
“She’s on the roof of the roof…”
I’m stuck.
Gusawa looked wrong and wanted to tell me something.
I threw him away and turned around.
Quincoa has always been a good boy compared to Qu Yuan and Xiao Feng.
But she’s the worst of the kids.
Although little attention has been paid to the children, the children ‘ s private lives have been clean over the years and do not have much negative impact on them.
But the bridge is different.
He became famous in his teens and grew up under the protection of a team of brokers and fans. More than a decade later, he still had a sense of youth, to put it mildly, he was still a giant baby.
His party life had never been broken, and it was difficult to make sure that everyone was good in it, from small artists to models.
The first day I saw Quantico was when I went to see Xiao Feng, a group of Quantico and Qu Xiao Feng, and I noticed that the girl had a scratch on her arm.
I asked who did it, and she said, “Daddy’s girlfriend.”
And I followed up on Cheng when he met him at the bridge, where he had too many girlfriends, and he couldn’t even tell which one, let alone who he was.
When we first got to work, Cuco barely talked to me.
She did not speak to anyone, but only to a bunch of kittens in the backyard, where she would sit alone for a long time.
She’s got me on guard and thinks I’m one of Dad’s girlfriends.
I didn’t force her to talk to me and let her play in the yard.
It rained on the third day, and I took two umbrellas out, and I gave her one, and I gave her one.
On the fourth day, I had a bowl of fish dried, distributed to cats, told them to eat and grow up.
On the fifth day, Quico ate all my lunch, and for the first time, my pale face was a little bit of blood.
After that, she stopped resisting me.
This little girl has always been a good girl, and she’ll help me with my chores and politely say, “Good night, Miss Shen.”
But I know she’s never really close to me.
The taxi ran all the way, and I got out and ran.
Many people have been surrounded under the roof of the school building.
The schoolmaster came up and the sound was crying.
“Coco Mama…”
“Did you call the police?” I’m sorry.
The schoolmaster hesitated for a moment: “We are nobility schools, and the police car comes too far…”
Call the police! My face is cold as ice.
The teacher was scared and she picked up her phone and called the police, and I ran upstairs.
By the roof, a little figure sits there.
People were standing far away at the entrance to the roof, afraid to pass, because the little figure was too close to the edge of the roof, as if it would fall with a little touch.
“Coco.” I called her, “Mr. Shen is here. I’m sorry.
She looked back at me, she was blown by the wind and she was dancing on her face.
You rarely see that sad look on a child’s face.
I tried to walk towards her.
“Coco, tell Mr. Shen what we can do together. I’m sorry.
Choco’s head was shaking, and she was halfway to the edge of the roof.
Then another half-step.
Coco! My voice gets sharp, “It’s all my fault! I’m sorry.
Choco stopped and she turned around, looking at me, shaking her head.
It means it’s not my fault.
“It’s not my fault.” Then why punish me? “You die and your loved ones will suffer for the rest of my life. I’m sorry.
Choco panicked and she shook her head and cried.
She finally opened her mouth, and her voice choked.
“Lao Ho and Tang Chung said…
“I’m a child no one wants…”
I see.
The school is the primary school of nobility, where the parents of the classmates are either rich or expensive, and many of them are in a circle with Cheng.
Cheng meets Bridge himself in the midst of a storm and does not mind the whole web, but many bad words are passed on to her classmates through their parents and fall on a six or seven-year-old girl.
It’s far more than she can bear.
Coco…
“Don’t lie to me. She’s only a few centimeters away, “Don’t lie to me that you want me.” I’m sorry.
“You’ll get married, you’ll have your own kids. “My father paid you to look after me, but you’ll be gone someday.” I’m sorry.
I’m standing there, shaking inside.
Cuco was the youngest of the three children, but she was the first to know.
Because of her utter silence, I have not been able to detect her deep pessimism.
I’m going forward and Qianco is screaming, “Don’t come near me! I’m sorry.
“Yes, no one wants it. I looked into the eyes of Qianko and said,
The crowds are all blocked.
Zhang Coco is holding up.
“So what?” I said.
“I don’t want anyone either. I said, “I was just born in front of a welfare home. So what?
“I grew up.
“Being well, growing stronger, and still being bullied, I am capable of punishing them; I still have no home or family, but I know one day there will be. I’m sorry.
I’ve always been reluctant to tell my own personal story, which, after all, is not pleasant and it’s always like tearing a wound.
But right now, in front of Quico, in front of all the crowds, I don’t mind re-opening the wound with a knife and telling them — it will heal.
She looked at me, and I said I was close to her.
“Coco.” I reached out to her, “It’s gonna be over, we’re gonna be great adults.” I’m sorry.
Her tears were slammed in my hand.
Choco reached out and held my hand.
But her feet slipped and went down.
In that moment, I had two choices.
First, untie cocoa…
I didn’t.
I chose to hold her hand.
We fell down together.
When the sunset set, the great golden light fell into the ground, and darkness completely flooded me.
I see a lot of things in the past.
The light was flashed and finally set for the year I was 12.
At the time, the language teacher had written a half-problem entitled ” My dream is to be a _ ” .
Someone wants to be a scientist, someone wants to be a star.
I wrote “My dream is to be a mom.”
My aunt saw my writing.
“My dream is to be a mother to all my little friends without a mother. I’m sorry.
That’s a bit of a mouthful, but Auntie’s eyes are wet.
“I’m a lucky kid. Aunt adopted me and made me a mother.
“I want other kids to be as lucky as I am to have their mothers. I’m sorry.
Auntie said that my article was a firm commitment to her original business plan.
A few years later, the Academy was born, and I became the first graduate.
Well, my whole life has been a dream.
The mist is slowly dispersing.
I was lying on a bed with a bunch of people in uniform shaking.
In their conversation, I guess I understood what happened.
I and Quéco landed safely, and thanks to a police call from the school director, the police put up a gas mattress downstairs.
Fortunately, there were only four floors of the school building, and I and Quéco landed safely on a mattress.
Quico’s fine, but I was so scared I passed out.
I’m:
Sounds like a piece of crap.
There was a noise outside the door, and the nurses didn’t stop.
North Lemon! “I’m sorry, but now I realize how much you love me.”
“You’re willing to give up your life to save my child. I’m sorry.
It’s not a working day, I don’t want to be professional, and I’m so cold that I say one word.
“Go away. I’m sorry.
Cheng met the bridge and refused to roll until a team of bodyguards came in and pulled him out.
— The bodyguards were said to have been hired for disciplinary reasons and by Kuzawa.
I sent medical staff to bring Qiancau in.
She’s been waiting for a long time outside the door. She’s in my arms. I rub her hair.
In the evening, when I was sleeping with Chingco, she came across the face and whispered:
“Sensei Shen, tell me the truth.
“Do you prefer Kiyoshi and Ko Feng? I’m sorry.
I know why Zenco asked.
The clouds and the mountains are the most gifted children.
But it isn’t.
She’s not bad, but she doesn’t have a flash point, medium grades, silence, no talent.
Her father was a bridge known as the Intra-Twilight Microstar, and her mother was the top flower of the year, and as a child of a golden child, Chengco was so mediocre.
She’s got a nice little face, but it’s quite different from Mom and Dad.
A mean webmate said that two natural stars had given birth to a destined vegetarian.
I’d love to tell Zenco everything, but I know the paleness of words.
So I shook my head and held her so hard.
Studies have shown that little monkeys who are regularly touched are much healthier than those who eat the same food but do not.
Embrace is better than all words.
She probably felt my answer. She slept better than usual this night.
On the third day, Cheng met the bridge to pick up the cacoa, and I asked him not to take any of his companions home.
It’s a pleasure to meet the bridge: “You’re finally asking for it, and I’m doing it.”
His words were swallowed back because I almost took the cup and hit him.
I’m cold.
“And I need you to talk to their parents about bullying the children at school. I’m sorry.
The matter was dealt with soon, and the bullies were punished.
But I’m still not sure, so on the way from school, I sneaked around, afraid that some bad kids would bully Chengciao.
She didn’t leave alone. She had a little follower.
Little follower jumps down, and there’s noise.
“Cuico, don’t ignore me. I told you, we have the same stepmother! I’m sorry.
That’s right. Little follower is Little Feng.
“You are my sister and I will protect you as a brother! Shall we go after school? I’m sorry.
Qiancoa was a little scared, but noded.
“Great. Gu Xiao Feng shouts in front, “Hey! I told you! I told you she wouldn’t turn me down. I’m sorry.
“You’re really childish. “I have no idea why I would refuse the driver and walk home with you.” I’m sorry.
She was not far away, and the driver was driving and following with the turtle in silence to ensure the safety of the three children.
‘Cause we have the same stepmother! “The three people are walking together, and they will be able to keep up with the clouds.
“Senior Shen is not a stepmother. Zhang Coco whispered, “It’s only after my father’s marriage that she doesn’t like my father. I’m sorry.
“If only your father knew that. “Sometimes adults are more stupid than children.” I’m sorry.
“Not important! “We’re all alone children, so we should go to school together.” I’m sorry.
As an odd genius, it is clear that the words “Chou Xiao Feng” are not very logical.
But strangely, neither the clouds nor the Quinoco refuted him.
The sun shines, and the shadows of the three children who are side by side are drawn long and long.
We’re all lonely kids.
But from now on.
We’re not alone anymore.
Later, time passed like water.
As the most glamorous of all rich people, the cloud sprung up, she conducted a piano tour and left me a place in the first row.
The ticket says…
“I knew you didn’t want to be next to my dad, so I didn’t invite him. I’m sorry.
Gu Xiaofeng took a silver medal on the International Oscillation, received a call from the University of Top 2, and was interviewed by a journalist on how he managed to overcome hyperactivity and become a schoolboy, and he said in a big way that there was a great woman behind every successful man.
“The great woman behind me is Shen Bei Li, the current director of the Academy of Shenzhen. I’m sorry.
Yes, auntie is old, hand over the baton to me.
I’ve been a regular customer for a long time.
Fans of the man and the melon eaters, and that’s what I want.
As they learn more about me, they will surely learn about the Academy.
The task of promoting the industry, which Auntie had been trying but had not been able to achieve, was finally accomplished with me.
I can’t work for so many children at the same time as snowflakes, but it doesn’t matter that the graduates of the second and third Academy are ready for employment, and they’ll be better than me.
I’ve done a lot of work since I was President.
It’s like designing a school badge for the Academy, and that’s a dandelion.
Plumbing is a flower that sows love, and the wind brings its love to many places; Plumbing is also a flower that is strong and can grow freely wherever it falls.
For example, it optimizes the cost of development, reduces the hourly pay of working women and makes more families affordable.
And…
I, as president, received cacao for the first time.
The well-known second generation chose to come to school, which undoubtedly served as a good model for the admission to the Academy.
Upon my return to the office, when I finished my speech at the new entrance, the Secretary told me that three men were willing to contribute.
Along with the donations, there are three gifts.
Little velvet box. I don’t have to tell you what it is.
During these years, the rite of duty, Kusawa and Cheng Tashi have developed well, but they have not been married again.
But what does that have to do with me?
I asked the secretary to return the box as it was.
As for the contributions, since they are in the name of the College, I accept them with great pleasure.
I’ve set up the Lent Fund with the money of these three bankers to help children with problems in their families who cannot afford to pay for them.
And the scandals about me and them are still being discussed and the heat is high.
The good people ask me, “Who is your true love?” I’m sorry.
I laughed and said, “I’ll always look forward to the future.” I’m sorry.
Because in a big and beautiful future.
I’ll meet him eventually.
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
