Seventy-fifth bowl of soup (three)

Qing Huan, who was so hard that she couldn't stand being beaten by the girl, finally agreed to meet her, and was forced to take over a little maid.

She is really a little maid, quiet, sensible and diligent. She originally didn't need to ask someone to clean the house once a week. When Qinghuan woke up every day, she must see a scene of bright and clean windows. It was clean and very clean. Perhaps because of her parents' death, the girl was very good at housework, and the food she cooked was full of flavor and taste. Qinghuan thought to herself that the couple was really interesting. She temporarily took in the little orphan whose parents both died, and asked the little orphan to clean and wash and cook for her home, but also supervised the property left by her parents. Most importantly, the man also did extremely shameless things.

My aunt is also very interesting. She is not allowed to call the police if her niece is violated by her husband, but she is not allowed to cover up her eyes and ears. She also forces the girl to surrender.

This world is really fantasy.

Those who are relatives and friends, watch coldly; those who are not acquainted with each other will gloat; those who are deeply frustrated will cause harm; it seems that there is no more beauty in the world.

At seven o'clock in the morning, Qinghuan was woken up by the noisy sound of beating the pot in her ear. She opened her eyes with a headache: "Little Beast, when will you calm down?"

The girl's face was serious and inconsistent with her tender appearance: "You will be better if you go to bed early and get up early. Did you stay up late last night? Aunt Qinghuan, how many times have I told you that at your age, if you stay up late and die suddenly!"

It's really... Qinghuan felt that the girl who woke her up on time every morning was the most unlovely. She rubbed her eyes, pulled the quilt and covered her head, and said, "Let's talk about it."

"No!" The girl lifted her hand and the quilt was removed, and then she screamed and covered her eyes with a pan, "Why are you not wearing clothes?"

"It's rare and weird." Qinghuan shrugged, "It's her freedom for a mature woman to sleep."

"Oh~ I understand, you went out to mess with the wild man again last night!"

Tsk, this is too ugly. What does it mean to go out and mess with a wild man? She just looked at each other with a handsome man and then had a deep conversation. What's wrong with adults having their own needs? "Okay, okay, get out quickly, I'm going to get up."

The girl pouted and recalled the scene she saw in her mind while walking. The woman's slender body was as white as jade, with slender waist and long legs, and a clear vest line. She looked down at her undeveloped Xiaolongbao, and felt envious. When could she be as beautiful and powerful as Aunt Qinghuan? But then again, she slept so late every night. When she woke up, she either stayed on the sofa and watched TV or bought everywhere. She had never seen her exercise. Why could she maintain her figure so well?

After thinking for a long time, I can only attribute it to God's favor.

Qing Huan took a shower and felt more and more that it was not the right choice to bring this girl back. Although some people have made a qualitative leap in the quality of her life, it was too painful to have to get up early every day. What she said was to find a little maid, but now it seems like she has found a little housewife.

But Qinghuan couldn't do it when she drove her away. After so many years, she had become a person with a heart of heart and would never be indecisive. The reason why she could keep this girl was because she saw her former self. Just like at that time, she tried her best to welcome the new life, so no matter who appeared in front of her, she was like a drowning person who grabbed the driftwood and used all her strength to just want to survive.

Live without humiliation and dignity. Even if the road to survival is hard, even if it is difficult, even if it has to pay an unexpected price, it is much better than the situation at that time.

The girl obviously regarded her as her lost parent, but her precocious consciousness made her clear understanding that Qinghuan was not her relative, probably this is the so-called chick's psychology. For those who pulled herself out of the fire pit, there is only dependence left.

...Forget it, I'll bear it for the time being, she won't stay here for long anyway.

The breakfast was very rich. The cut salted duck eggs were placed on the plate, and the yolks were filled with mouth-watering oil. The scalded vegetables were placed on the snow-white plate, which looked particularly fresh and delicious. The sweet potato porridge was soft, thick and fragrant, and it was impossible to say it was luxurious, but it gave people a "home" feeling.

Especially the little girl not only served her meal, arranged chopsticks, but even pulled the chair open. As long as Qinghuan sat down, she could start eating immediately. What else could she say in this situation? She had never raised a child. "I've had a discussion and fanned her. How about getting up early on one, three, five, and letting me sleep in for two, four, six, and seven?"

Although I was very unhappy when I was woken up, the hot meal finally soothe Qinghuan's sad heart.

Fan Fan thought for a while and said, "Get up early on one, two, three, four, five, sleep in six, seven, but you must get up before eleven o'clock."

Qinghuan: "...Don't go too far."

"You really can't do this." The little girl pushed the chopped duck eggs in front of her. "It's said online that staying up late can easily die suddenly, which is very bad for your health. Aunt Qinghuan listened to me once. And you also smoked and drank, you don't want to live."

Qing Huan sighed, picked the duck egg yolk and sucked it into her lips and took a big sip of porridge, "That can't be your reason to hide my lighter." She was addicted to smoking and finally lit the fire with a gas stove.

"Because you always don't listen to my advice." Fanfan also had a headache. Since she moved in, she spent all her time on family affairs every day except studying. But the only thing that made her regret was that she could not control Qinghuan's thoughts at all. No matter what she called, she had to sleep, smoke, drink, and there was also frequent situations when she didn't go home at night.

"Okay, that's it. Remember what you said. If you dare to disturb me on Sunday, don't blame me for beating you." While she was talking, she had already finished drinking two bowls of porridge. This was another point that she didn't understand. She was so edible and could eat so much, so why wasn't she fat at all?

She has no worries recently, she has good food and good clothes. When she passed by the pharmacy with her classmates that day, she took a test and gained a weight of three pounds! So she doesn't dare to eat too much now. Once she gets fat during puberty, it will be difficult to lose weight in the future.

Qinghuan didn't know what the girl was thinking, so she picked up the coat on the sofa and threw it on her body after dinner: "Let's go, I'll take you to school."

She sent Fan Fan to school for eight hundred years. Fan Fan quickly swallowed her last bite of porridge, grabbed her schoolbag and school uniform coat and followed. The two walked out of the house and entered the elevator and were about to press it when they heard a voice calling and waiting. Fan Fan quickly, otherwise she would be sure that the bad woman around her would definitely press it. "Wait for me."

Qing Huan spread his hands, "As long as you are not afraid of being late."

The person who came in surprised her. Isn’t it just the little policeman who pretended to be a street girl a while ago and was cheated? But today he was wearing a straight police uniform, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he even had aura when he wore a police cap, which was half a head taller than Qinghuan.

"It's you?" The little policeman also recognized Qing Huan, "You, are you living here?"

He blinked his watery eyes and looked back and forth between the two.

Qinghuan raised his eyebrows slightly, "What, isn't it possible?"

The little policeman felt that she was wearing a relatively conservative today. Although the skirt was still very short and sexy, because of the change in her expression, she looked particularly charming but not frivolous. The burgundy dress was ten centimeters above the knee, and the one-shoulder design revealed her beautiful collarbone and slender arms, which were fascinating.

This is the difference between a mature woman and a young girl. Her charm in her bones does not need to be shown off, which is enough to make people lose their minds. The little policeman is still very innocent. When he sees Qinghuan's exposed chest, his face turns red. Qinghuan is very tall among women, but the little policeman is taller than her. Looking at him with condescending pride is enough to give him a glimpse of spring.

He stared at him with a suffocation: "Uncle Police, why is your face suddenly so red?"

The little policeman almost choked by saliva after hearing this and said stammeringly: "Where, there is no, yes, it's too boring here."

"Is that true?" Fanfan looked at the elevator entrance. "But the elevator door has not been closed yet."

The reason was nothing. A woman who was already thirty years old but still childish was playing, staring at the little policeman excitedly while playing, wanting to see how red her handsome face could be.

After a few seconds of quieting, Qinghuan suddenly asked: "Are you doing well in the anti-pornography team?"

With a bang, the little policeman who had just faded his blush turned into a cooked shrimp again. He stared at Qinghuan with shame and anger: "You! Why are you like this!"

"I'll ask casually and care about you, after all, we are neighbors now. Well... do you live opposite my house?"

The little policeman turned his head and refused to look at her, but his eyes couldn't help but stared at the scene reflected in the elevator. Seeing Qing Huan leaning against the side, he quickly took a deep breath. "I, I've lived here for a long time and haven't seen you."

"That's because she never gets up at this time and doesn't go out at this time." Fanfan said, "Uncle Police, can I ask you for a favor?"

“What’s the busy thing?”

The little girl thinks that others cannot do it, and the police uncle should be trusted. "In a few days, our school will organize exchanges and study. I will go out for a week, but no one looks at my aunt. I am afraid that she will smoke, drink and stay up late. I will give you the keys, and you can help me watch her and wake her up every day."
Chapter completed!