"They seem to be waiting for us..."

Lin Han also saw Meng Yao and her daughter at this time.

A look of surprise appeared in his eyes.

Does the other party have any ability to predict the uncertainty?

How could I guess that Chen Jianghe would return to find them?

Audi A6 just stopped.

Meng Yao and Meng's mother couldn't wait to greet her.

"You guys are..."

Chen Jianghe walked out of the car and was a little confused when he saw the two of them.

It was originally his intention to come back to find the mother and daughter.

Now it seems that the other party is "waiting for the rabbit".

And I am the "rabbit" who accidentally hit the tree stump.

"Boss Chen... we can't ask for this money!"

Meng's mother said nothing.

He stuffed the stack of hundred-dollar bills back into Chen Jianghe's hands.

Chen Jianghe asked in confusion: "This is the salary I paid to Meng Yao in advance... Is there any problem?"

Meng's mother shook her head and said stubbornly: "My Yaoyao doesn't know anything, you have to advance her so much salary."

She paused for a moment, bit her lip and said, "Although our family is poor... we also know the principle that without merit, we are not rewarded. Over the years, we have owe too many favors and debts, and the whole family can't even raise their heads in front of relatives and friends..."

These words are sincere and sincere.

The easiest thing in this world is debt of favor.

The hardest thing to pay back is the favor debt.

To cure your men.

Meng's mother was forced to go to the point of desperate situation and begged her grandfather everywhere.

She didn't want her baby daughter to embark on this path of no return.

Meng Yao stood aside and pursed her red lips, her expression looking particularly calm.

At first, she couldn't understand her mother's almost extreme "stubbornness".

But when Meng's mother stuffed the stack of 100-dollar bills back into Chen Jianghe's hands.

She suddenly felt "relieved".

Perhaps this is the correct way for people to get along equally.

Chen Jianghe frowned slightly.

This matter seems to have reached a "stalemate".

If Meng Yao doesn't take this ten thousand yuan.

There is no way to buy computers and photo equipment to become a qualified contracted blogger.

But if she accepts this ten thousand yuan.

In Meng’s eyes, “I have no merit and no reward” owes others favors.

As a mother, she doesn't want to see her baby daughter go through her old path.

Because even though Meng Yao became the contracted blogger of the "WeChat Community".

She should also earn corresponding salary based on her own abilities.

In terms of personality, he should also be equal to Chen Jianghe, who is the boss.

Chen Jianghe was silent for a while and said in a deep voice: "Give me a night and let me think about it."

As he said that, he turned around and prepared to leave.

But Meng Yao suddenly said, "Brother Chen... How should I contact you tomorrow? Our whole family doesn't have a cell phone, and the landline phone is out of service..."

Chen Jianghe was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "I'll take you home first and recognize you."

In the night, Chen Jianghe helped Meng's mother push the tricycle equipped with a large iron furnace.

The fire in the iron furnace has been extinguished.

Obviously, Mother Meng did this to save coal.

I touched the edge of the iron furnace with my hands and felt a biting cold.

Lin Han followed Chen Jianghe silently.

He let the other party persuade him several times but did not return to the Audi car.

Xiao Chu, the co-pilot, had no choice but to come down to follow everyone.

Only the driver Zhang Baocheng drove the car alone and slowly followed everyone.

"Boss Chen... We are really sorry for your actions!"

Mother Meng no longer knows how many times she has persuaded Chen Jianghe.

But he never said a word.

Pushing the tricycle is like a thrust of energy in your chest.

Meng Yao looked at Chen Jianghe's figure and looked thoughtful.

In the dark, she felt that she seemed to have a close relationship with the man in front of her.

At one moment, she actually felt the calmness of "father's love is like a mountain" in the other person's figure.

But this young boss Chen is obviously only six or seven years older than him!

How could such a ridiculous thing happen in this world?!

He pushed the tricycle in the cold wind for more than half an hour.

It's as long as a century for these people.

"Boss Chen, please wait a moment, I'll light the candle."

Meng's mother took the lead in pushing the iron door and walked in in the dark.

Chen Jianghe and others looked at the dark room in front of them.

It is in sharp contrast with the bright lights of other families around it.

At this time, the sound of matches passing by was heard.

Immediately afterwards a flame as big as a bean lit up.

The dark room suddenly had a hint of light and warmth.

"Juan'er...you came back so early?"

A weak man's voice came from the inner room.

Have weak energy.

"Well, there are customers coming to our house today."

Meng's mother replied, and then the other party never made any sound.

Since the whole family has owed relatives and friends a lot of debts.

I can't remember how long no guests have been here.

My father was lying on the cold bed in the inner room, but his heart was filled with mixed feelings.

What kind of customers will come to your house if they are so late?

Could it be here to collect debts?

But the other party is not unclear about what is going on at home.

If you have a little money, you won't even be able to use electricity...

"Boss Chen... I'm really embarrassed. There is no place to sit at home."

Meng's mother wanted to greet Chen Jianghe and others and sit down.

But he looked at the empty room helplessly and sighed.

There is still something valuable in the whole house.

All of them have been taken away by the creditors to pay off their debts.

Meng’s mother can only rely on going to work during the day and selling roasted sweet potatoes at night every month.

Only then can you barely maintain the treatment cost of "dialysis" for your man.
To be continued...