Little Mr. is one hundred years old

Qing Huan called M during get out of class time, and got straight to the point when she connected——

"Did you do it?"

"Did I do something?" M asked suspiciously.

"The boys who attacked me yesterday asked for leave and didn't come to class. Did you do something?"

M said with a low smile: "I don't even know who the other party is, what can I do?"

Qing Huan was silent for a while: "It's really not you?"

M flatly denied: "It's not me."

"Since it's not you, forget it, I'm overthinking." Maybe...it's really a coincidence.

"Mr. Bai, don't worry, I won't interfere with you." M laughed.

"It's good that you know." Qing Huan said, "This is my game, and I am the protagonist."

"I see."

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After fumbling around in her schoolbag, she only found three steel coins, and she could barely even have a meal - thinking of the empty refrigerator at home, Qing Huan felt weak all over.After that day, he and Xiao Rui didn't see each other at all, and Xiao Rui seemed to have forgotten his son, and didn't even give him living expenses--Qing Huan also knew from previous memories that Xiao Wen didn't have any change, let alone Don't talk about savings...

I really want to starve to death...

It seems that he really can only rely on himself to support him... But now he can't touch "Bai Qinghuan"'s money...

Qing Huan bought two steamed stuffed buns on the side of the street, and didn't even have to take the bus, so she had to walk home—it took an hour to get home.

As soon as he entered the house, he heard noises coming from Xiao Rui's room - it was rare that she was at home at this time.

Qing Huan put on her slippers and said to the room, "Mom, I'm back."

The original voice in the room paused for a while before continuing, but there was no response to Qing Huan.

Feeling something was wrong, Qing Huan walked to Xiao Rui's room and pushed the half-closed door open: "Mom..."

However, the person who opened the door and saw inside was not Xiao Rui, but... Zheng Cong.

"Why is it you?" Qing Huan saw the mess in the bedroom, and Zheng Cong was looking for the bedside table, almost tearing down the bed—"What are you doing?!"

Zheng Cong looked back at Qing Huan, and said indifferently: "Little devil, if it's none of your business, just leave it alone and get out."

"What do you mean it's none of my business? This is my home, and this is my mother's room. If you come in and look through her things when my mother is away, what is the difference between you and a thief?"

"This is also my room." Zheng Cong gave Qing Huan a vicious look, and continued to look for things. After finally finding a red tacky small bag, his eyes lit up, then he put it in his arms and stood up, about to go out——

"What did you take?" Qing Huan stopped him: "Put it back for me."

"Little devil, you've become more courageous. How dare you stop me?!" Zheng Cong pushed Qing Huan away: "I'm rushing out now, I don't have time to talk to you, you know how to get out of here!"

"You are still so confident in stealing from our house, I want to call the police and arrest you." Qing Huan took out her mobile phone as she spoke, and before she could make a call, she was snatched away and her body was also pushed to the ground.

"Dare to call the police and arrest me?! The police are here. I don't know if they will arrest me, but they will definitely get your bitch mother in first!" His tone was full of contempt and sarcasm, and then he shook Qing Huan's phone heavily. fell to the ground.

Qing Huan looked at him and said with a sneer, "What is my mother's occupation? Is it the first day you know her? You despise her now, but you live on the money she got in exchange for her body. Is it any different from a parasite? You are ungrateful at all, and you always mistreat her, she is really blind to fall in love with such a useless and pitiful man like you!" These words, in Xiao Wen's memory, he always said silently in his heart, never Did not say it.

"You brat doesn't want to live anymore!" Zheng Cong's eyes were red with anger, and he kicked Qing Huan on the ground several times. The poor woman who was crying at the door suddenly stopped moving, and was kicked a few times—at first, she didn’t react in time, but later she had a deliberate mentality—he wanted that woman to take a good look, this man is What kind of psychology, and how did she treat her son...

The woman watched her son being kicked and kicked again and again, the pain was so painful that she couldn't make a sound, and finally she couldn't care about her own pain, she hurried in, pushed Zheng Cong away, and hugged Qing Huan——

"Don't hit him, don't hit him..."

Seeing Xiao Rui, Zheng Cong froze in surprise, a little embarrassed, but thought of another important matter, so he couldn't take care of it—"It's annoying to see you, let's go!"

Zheng Cong left in a hurry, and the door closed with a bang.

Qing Huan was embraced by the weeping Xiao Rui, and the strong scent of the woman's perfume surrounded him, making him very uncomfortable, but even without looking at her face, he could feel her pain at the moment—by himself Even a woman can't bear such contempt and abuse from the man she loves with all her heart...

"... Wen Wen... Wen Wen, I'm sorry... Wen Wen..." The woman looked at it and said, "Does it hurt? It's all because of my mother... Wen Wen...It's my mother's fault..."

"Mom, don't be sad..." Qing Huan said, "Quickly see what you are missing. I just saw him take a small red bag and leave..."

The woman's body stiffened for a moment, and then her tears fell even more fiercely: "That's my passbook, and... the house deed..."

"That bastard..." Qing Huan gritted her teeth—the existence and the deed were taken away, and she was about to accept her fate...

"A Cong...he...he..." Xiao Rui choked up and couldn't speak a complete sentence.

"Mom, don't worry, he won't have a good time..." Qing Huan narrowed her eyes and said this sentence.

To Xiao Rui, this was just a resentment, but Qing Huan was just stating the facts.

Although he has become almost like a mortal now, and many skills have disappeared, but the ability to see people's faces is still there——Zheng Cong's face is covered with black air, and his whole person is full of unlucky air, and he is very unlucky. Big mold, it may fall at any time...

Obviously she was the one who was beaten, but in the end it was Qing Huan who comforted the cheap mother, and did not leave her room until she fell asleep crying.

Back in her room, after taking a shower, Qing Huan sat in front of the computer and started surfing the Internet, of course not for entertainment, but...to find a part-time job.That's right, Qing Huan decided to find a part-time job to earn living expenses. In the final analysis, the most fundamental problem of this family is that there is no reliable pillar. From the perspective of a son, of course she doesn't want her mother to continue to do that kind of job ——That woman has something pitiful and hateful about her, but after all, she is now his mother——Qing Huan always respects the role of mother.So it's better to support yourself and earn more money to support your family, that's the most useful.

When M called, Qing Huan was searching for part-time job information online, so she answered the phone casually: "Hello?"

"Mr. Bai, what are you doing?"

"look for a job."

"Looking for a job?" M asked in surprise.

"It's just work. I also want to make money to live." Qing Huan said, "There is nothing important that I won't talk to you about. I'm busy."

"Since Mr. Bai wants to find a part-time job, I can help Mr. Bai." M said.

"Hey, I forgot what you said this morning, you won't interfere with my affairs." Qing Huan reminded him.

"This is not interference. I just happened to give you a piece of information. It's up to you whether you accept it or not."

"what's the message?"

"I'm short of an assistant here, do you want to try, Mr. Bai?"

"Be your assistant?!"

"It's an assistant in our studio." M said unhurriedly: "It just so happens that one of our assistants has changed jobs, and now we are recruiting part-time assistants, 100 yuan per hour, and you can adjust the working hours yourself."

100 yuan an hour...Although it's not very good, it's still a good deal-and the working hours are still adjusted by yourself...it's too human...

However, Qing Huan was still wary—"What a coincidence, I'm looking for a part-time job, and you have an extra job here..."

"Yes, it's true." M's tone was very calm.

"..." Qing Huan thought for a while and said, "Do you need a trial?"

"Of course it's best to try it out." M said with a grin.

"...Okay, then I'll visit your place after school tomorrow."

"it is good."

M hung up the phone, and the agent who passed by but listened to the second half of the conversation had a strange expression——

"Mori, when will our studio hire an assistant? Want a part-timer?"

M leaned on the sofa, put his arms behind his head, stretched his body, and said, "I think there is one less assistant."

"But where is the vacancy arranged for him..." the manager muttered.

M looked at him lazily: "Then you make a vacancy."

Create a vacancy... means... "You want me to fire an employee?"

M laughed: "Justajoke. Arrange people in, and all the salaries will be paid by me."

The agent glanced at M: "Okay..." Anyway, he was just informed...