Abduct a boy and bring him back

Qiao Mohan drove Ling Huan home. Originally, he wanted to refuse. He was no longer a child, so how could he be sent all the time? Besides, Qiao Mohan himself had to go to work tomorrow.

But seeing the man who had been silent since he came out, he closed his mouth again.

The clothes in the back compartment were all Vivienne gave Ling Huan. He left in a hurry that day, so he didn't think about it, so he kept it there. Han had no choice but to get out of the car and deliver it to him personally.

"Why so many? There were not so many that day..." Ling Huan said.

"I brought a few more sets for you to try on. She didn't know your address, so she gave them to me first." Qiao Mohan said.

Ling Huan was a little uneasy, "Brother Qiao, are these too many, besides, I can't help much..."

Qiao Mohan put the things in his bedroom, and glanced around, "Keep your heart in your stomach, you have helped her a lot, and she will contact you to take some pictorials in two days." Qiao Mohan said, "Of course, if you don't want to, just refuse directly. Don't be afraid of embarrassment. I'm here."

Ling Huan scratched his forehead unconsciously. If it was just to help, he would be very willing, "No, it doesn't seem like a lot of trouble to take pictures."

Qiao Mohan sat in front of his desk, and flipped through the sticky notes on it, "Look at yourself, you might be able to make extra money if you go there, which may be higher than my one-month salary."

Ling Huan was a little ready to move, "Is it really that tall?"

Qiao Mohan nodded, and sent Ling Huan a Weibo id, "This is their brand's official Weibo, congratulations, you have been followed by many girls, and the official poster has not been released yet, the response is already very good alright."

Qiao Shanshan's brand has been doing women's clothing for a while, and before cooperating with Vivienne, it already has a large group of loyal female fans. Now that it is adding men's clothing, the models have become the topic of their tea and dinner.

Ling Huan twitched the corners of his mouth, feeling a little proud, "That's because I have a pretty face!"

Qiao Mohan glanced at him up and down, and said lightly, "These legs are not bad..."

Ling Huan smiled and went out to pour water for him and put it there, seeing that Qiao Mohan was still not in a good mood, "Brother Qiao, are you in a bad mood?"

The man raised his eyes to look at him and shook his head, "No, maybe it's because he's tired and lacks energy."

Ling Huan spontaneously stood behind him, and squeezed his shoulders, "You haven't done anything important this day, why are you bored." Then he thought of something, and continued, "Didn't you just get caught by Brother Xia and the others?" It was stimulated."

Qiao Mohan clicked his tongue twice, but didn't speak.

"Really?!" Ling Huan said.

If Qiao Mohan had a girlfriend... before thinking about it, Ling Huan already felt a little uncomfortable.

The man stood up, feeling that today's mood is really not suitable for staying here anymore.

"I have to go, and I have to take a detour to see other places in a while. You should rest early."

Ling Huan nodded, "Okay, I'll see you off." Ling Huan sent him to the door, hesitating to speak.

Qiao Mohan glanced at the two sticks of incense behind him, and organized his words, "Ling Huan, find a day to settle grandma, so it's not a problem to keep it at home all the time."

Ling Huan's eyes darkened, "Understood, I will."

"Call me when you've made up your mind, and I'll accompany you." Qiao Mohan patted him on the shoulder before going downstairs.

Qiao Mohan's last words made Ling Huan feel like crying. He doesn't need to go to Qiao Mohan's place anymore, and there is no reason to go again. It will be over before today.

In the next few days, Qiao Mohan really didn't contact him again. Ling Huan was in a daze. Except for sleeping time, he just hugged the box and talked to grandma, and occasionally read a book.

Yang Qing called him on the third day, told him the address, and he went directly to see the school.

This is a school for repeating the college entrance examination, and there are many people who are at the level of masters. Standing outside the classroom and taking a look, Ling Huan suddenly felt a little excited, "Sister Qing, thank you so much..." Ling Huan said.

Yang Qing has just finished class, and you still have a megaphone on your waist, "Thank you, no thanks, just pay the fee at the front desk, I will say hello and give you a discount."

Ling Huan rubbed his hands, "Okay, I'll treat you to dinner after class."

Yang Qing waved to him, she didn't have time to eat, "Don't invite me, I have classes at another campus in the evening, so I have to hurry, you can go through the process in a while, just go to class after you get your things, by the way Let the head teacher tell you when you will come to the formal class."

"You're so busy, you can't find someone to have dinner with." Ling Huan lamented.

Yang Qing smiled, "It's not easy to find someone. Look for Mr. Qiao. He will definitely be happy to accompany you for dinner."

The expression on Ling Huan's face froze for two seconds, and then disappeared, "Oh, forget it, he leads a big company and has no time to accompany me for dinner."

"As long as you talk, he will definitely come out. If you don't tell me, how do you know he won't come!" Yang Qing hammered his arm heavily, and Ling Huan gasped.

Suddenly, I remembered the appearance of Yang Qing helping him unlock the lock with a big brick at that time.

Penetration!

"Wow, where did you get so much strength as a woman?"

Yang Qing snorted coldly, "You are too weak, boy, hurry up and exercise after the college entrance examination."

Ling Huan black line, watching her turn and go to class.

Is he weak?

He gestured to his biceps and sighed again. Compared to Qiao Mohan, he was indeed much weaker.

As soon as the school was confirmed, he began to think about burying his grandma. His aunt never called him again, and the person who claimed to be his own mother disappeared to nowhere.

Ling Huan felt sorry for grandma a little bit. After suffering like this for a lifetime, in the end, he was the only one who came to see her off.

The land price in city A is very expensive, and even the cemetery is expensive. After paying back Qiao Mohan's money, Ling Huan had less than 3 yuan left on him, and the other card contained the salary that Qiao Mohan gave him. Less than 2 yuan.

He gritted his teeth, bought the 4 yuan cemetery in front of him, and sold it on the spot.

It's just an ordinary cemetery, the location is not very good, and there are no double acupuncture points, because grandma doesn't need it. Ling Huan's grandma never mentioned his grandpa since the emergency, and he doesn't know what happened.

The price of [-] was neither good nor bad, barely within his tolerance range, and it didn't make it too shabby for grandma to leave.

It's just that, next, he really has to be self-reliant.

Earn living expenses by yourself, tuition fees by yourself...live by yourself.

Ling Huan packed up all the things at home, made a few snacks, and put grandma's urn in his backpack to go to the cemetery.

The uncle guarding the tomb has been waiting for a long time. Ling Huan took a look at the engraved name, and pasted the photo of grandma on it with his own hands. Grandma has been gone for more than half a month. Ling Huan didn't have many tears to cry, and his expression was very calm. Under the uncle's sympathetic gaze, he put the box into the grave, and then put a large handful of soil on it.

In the end, after the two staff members left, Ling Huan stayed in front of the tomb for a long time before leaving, and sadness followed.

"Grandma, I can only come here to see you in the future. I'm sorry I didn't let you live in a better place." Ling Huan choked up slightly, "But there are still mountains and rivers here. You can rest assured here and wait for your grandson in the future." I made a lot of money, and I will move you to a better place..."