Forced to become his stand-in wife

Ling Qiu didn't expect his daughter to say that, he asked: "How did Qiqi know that Uncle Fu treats godfather badly?"

The daughter didn't even raise her head, she moved her lips and said, "The last time godfather brought Uncle Fu back, they lived in the same room. I heard godfather crying and crying for pain, and ah... the next day I saw It's swollen up to godfather's neck..."

The daughter is too young to understand, doesn't he understand?

Ling Qiu's face was embarrassed for a while, and he didn't know how to explain this kind of thing to Qi Qi.

When Xia Yang comes back next time, he should tell him some precautions.

Seeing that Ling Qiu didn't speak, Qi Qi stretched out her little hand to pinch his fingers, and asked worriedly, "Dad, do you think Uncle Fu is bullying Godfather?"

"Don't worry, he won't bully godfather. If he dares to bully your godfather, I'll beat him."

Xia Yang and Fu Tingxuan would come to him every year. In his opinion, Fu Tingxuan treated Xia Yang very well.

Ling Qiu stroked his daughter's bun, and instructed: "Qiqi, what you said to Dad today, you can't tell anyone else."

The daughter was obedient and sensible, she nodded and agreed without asking any more questions.

Qiqi is only a three-year-old child, he doesn't know how to judge people and atmosphere, and when he hears people cry, he thinks it's uncomfortable.

At noon, Ling Qiu took Xiqi to eat, when Qiqi saw other children eating fried ice cream, he wanted to eat it too.

She would not take the initiative to ask her father, but would just stare straight at her. When she saw other children eating, she would involuntarily lick her lips.

"Does Qiqi want to eat too?"

Qiqi nodded, and said softly, "I think so."

His daughter was not in good health, Ling Qiu didn't dare to let her eat cold food, but seeing her eager expression, Ling Qiu hesitated, and bought her a small portion.

Qi Qi, who was holding the ice cream, smiled happily, said thank you to Dad, and opened her mouth to eat. She was about to bite and then stopped abruptly. She looked at Ling Qiu, and then handed the ice cream on her mouth to Ling Qiu.

"Dad, you eat."

The fact that his daughter is so sensible made Ling Qiu feel warm in his heart. He touched Qiqi's forehead, "Daddy doesn't want to eat, you can eat."

Only then did Qi Qi obediently open her mouth to eat, the ice cream inside overflowed as soon as she bit into it, and it was all over her mouth.

Ling Qiu ordered a fried rice and a children's meal, and after eating half of it, Xia Yang called him.

When Ling Qiu picked it up, he checked the time by the way, it was already almost a little.

"Yang Yang, have you eaten yet?"

"Not yet..." Xia Yang's voice was hoarse, with faint panting sounds as he spoke.

"It's so late, and why didn't you answer the phone I called you just now?"

"I was sleeping, so I turned off my phone to silent so I didn't hear it."

Xia Yang seems to sleep until noon, Ling Qiu is a little worried about his body, reminding him to take good care of himself, why not remind Fu Tingxuan to take good care of him.

"Qiuqiu, did you call me for something?"

"It's nothing, I just want to tell you about Qiqi's going to kindergarten."

"Can Qiqi go to kindergarten?"

"Well, she is one year older in her household registration book, and she can go to kindergarten at the age of four. I didn't want her to go so early, but my landlord, Sister Yang, has recently found a job and has no time to help me take care of Qiqi."

Xia Yang replied: "Then you can send Qiqi to the kindergarten. It doesn't matter if you send it early or late. If you are worried, I can ask Fu Tingxuan to go there."

Ling Qiu hurriedly said: "No need, I can do well by myself, so you can just stay in City A."

Xia Yang and Fu Tingxuan have helped him a lot in the past two years, especially Fu Tingxuan, perhaps because of his relationship with Xia Yang, came to C city to see Qiqi almost every month.

Xia Yang suddenly fell silent, and after a while, his violent cough came from the phone.

He was coughing badly, and Ling Qiu felt terrified while listening to it while holding the phone.

"Yang Yang, what's wrong with you?"

Xia Yang, who was on the opposite side of the phone, seemed to be coughing uncontrollably. It took him a long time to catch his breath, and said weakly, "It's okay, I accidentally caught a cold when the weather turned cold recently."

"You have to pay more attention to your body, I'm not by your side."

Xia Yang smiled: "I'm fine, don't worry."

After hanging up the call, Ling Qiu accompanied his daughter to lunch and said, "Qiqi, will Daddy take you to kindergarten?"

"Where is the kindergarten?"

"The kindergarten is a very fun place. There are many children who are as old as Qiqi. They can play with Qiqi."

After Qiqi let out a "hmm.", she shook her head and said, "I don't want children to play with me, I just want my father."

"During the day, Dad goes to work, and the children play with you. In the afternoon, Dad will pick you up to play, okay?"

Although Qiqi was very reluctant, she still agreed.

After deciding to send Qiqi to the kindergarten, Ling Qiu was full of energy, one must know that going to kindergarten is a lot of expenses.

After discussing with the landlord, they finally decided to send Qiqi to a private kindergarten not far from home.

The tuition fee is a bit high, but it is close to home and safe, and more importantly, you can let Qiqi enter the kindergarten right now.

When sending Qiqi to the kindergarten for the first time, Ling Qiu was worried in various ways, worried that the child would be bullied there, or that he would cry when he missed his father.

After his daughter was sent in obediently, Ling Qiu stood outside and watched, secretly hiding to see if his daughter was crying.

Seeing her obediently following the teacher in and sitting on the small bench, he was relieved to go to work.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Ling Qiu went to pick up his daughter from school, Xiqi stood at the school gate and saw him, ran to him cheerfully, raised her small arms to be hugged by him.

Ling Qiu picked up his daughter and kissed her forehead.

"Did you make any good friends on the first day of kindergarten?"

After pausing for half the salary, Xi Qi nodded and said, "I have delivered one."

Ling Qiu was a little surprised, his daughter had an introverted personality like him, he thought it would take a long time for her daughter to make friends, but he didn't expect to make friends in one day.

"Is it a boy or a girl?"

"Boy, his name is An An, just like me, he has only one father."

His daughter's words made him feel very sad. He patted her head and said as he walked, "Will Qiqi come to the kindergarten tomorrow?"

Qiqi nodded, not because he likes the kindergarten so much, but because he can see his father earlier in the kindergarten than before.

It used to be dark to see, but today, when the sky is still bright, you can see Dad.

In the few days before sending Qiqi to kindergarten, Ling Qiu adjusted the time and shortened the working hours as much as possible.

After putting my daughter in the landlord's house on weekends, the time will be extended.

In the past two years, the income of the pedicure shop he opened is not bad. In addition to the automatic entry of customers, there are also door-to-door services.

In this kind of work, if you want to make money, the customer is God.

Ling Qiu has many old customers, one of them is the manager of the hotel.

Every time I ask him for a pedicure, I have to give him a tip, and I have introduced many friends to him.

"Ling Qiu, your craft is pretty good, why didn't you think of going to work in a decent place after you've been working for so long?"

"It's quite free to open your own shop." Every time a customer asks him, he will answer like this, but in fact he also wants to find a decent job.

A few days later, the hotel manager came again and asked him to go to his hotel for door-to-door service.

The manager came here by car, and after getting in the car, he repeatedly asked: "All the customers who came today are big customers, and one of them has an old foot problem, so I recommend you. You have to be careful when you speak, what do they say? Just listen, have a good attitude, don't argue, and you will accept the tip."

Ling Qiu is very clear, the tips given by these wealthy people are thousands of dollars, Ling Qiu was unwilling to accept them before, but after thinking of his daughter's illness, he would not refuse any of them.

"Well, I understand." Ling Qiu nodded honestly.

Ling Qiu originally thought it was just an ordinary hotel, but he didn't expect it to be a nightclub.

Ling Qiu hesitated for a moment, then followed the manager in.

After entering, the private room is very large, and the men and women in it perform their respective duties, making the atmosphere very lively.

Before it got dark, it was already like a midnight night show.

The light inside was very dark, the manager dragged Ling Qiu in, and pointed him to the clients who wanted pedicures.

"Sitting there is Mr. Zhang, and next to him are Mr. Wang, Mr. He, and Mr. Li."

Mr. Zhang, whom the manager spoke of, was sitting on the sofa with poor lighting. If the manager didn't point him out, he wouldn't be able to see him.

The manager brought Ling Qiu over, and then communicated with several bosses.

"Mr. Zhang, this is the pedicure master I was talking about. His massage skills are quite good. I will go to his shop when I have nothing to do."

That President Zhang raised his head and stroked his chin, and gave Ling Qiu meaningful glances.

"Then I have to experience this massage skill."

For some reason, Ling Qiu always felt a little harsh when he heard the word "massage".

"That's fine, I'll go out first with that Zhang Zong, you can feel it well."

Speaking of which, the manager turned around and patted Ling Qiu's emaciated shoulder, leaving him there alone.

Ling Qiu opened his mouth, but he didn't spit out the words when he reached his mouth. Seeing the manager's figure disappearing quickly, Ling Qiu became flustered.

The 24-year-old Ling Qiu rarely came into contact with this kind of place or this kind of people. The surrounding atmosphere made him panic for no reason. He stood there at a loss, not going or not going, holding the tool bag tightly with both hands. Waiting for the customer to speak.

Mr. Zhang is in his forties, he is a standard golden bachelor. He has never been married. In his words, he just doesn’t want to be bound by marriage. Over the past few years, he has raised some lovers intermittently. All of them are fresh graduates. Young and energetic boy.

But the boy who has just graduated is unstable and not very considerate. When he is happy, he calls his husband, wants this or that, and when he is unhappy, he flirts. He spends money just to make himself comfortable. After a long time, I feel more and more tasteless and boring.

Not long ago, I just dealt with a little lover. He came to this nightclub to have fun and meet different people.

Unexpectedly, when the manager of this nightclub was pimping him, he said that he met a handsome and honest person.

People are absolutely clean, and they are guaranteed to serve people comfortably.

He was suspicious and asked, what did the other party do.

"Pedicure and massage," said the manager.

- Isn't a massager the one who can serve people comfortably?