MTL - Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities-Chapter 1167 What the hell

When she approached again, her voice grew louder, and indeed it was someone crying, or a man.

She walked along the voice. It didn't sound like a ghost crying, but it was sad like someone crying. It made the listener feel a little sad, and she opened the door gently.

I saw a man writing something at the moment, but he was crying and writing.

A big man close to one meter eighth, who was crying like a child at this time, was almost crying, but even so, he was still concentrating on the task at hand.

Xia Ruoxin took a look at her watch. It was more than ten o'clock. She was late for work just because there were things here, and of course because Chulu would come here for a while. So she was fearless, otherwise she would not be so busy Without going home.

The painting and calligraphy room is off at 5 o'clock, because it has not been a busy season recently, and has not received a large-scale art exhibition, so everyone leaves early after work. How could anyone be here.

And this person seems to be Xu Ziru she has always appreciated,

But what is he crying for, a big man?

After all, there was something to cry about. She didn't want to be embarrassed. When she was about to leave, the result was a louder cry from Xu Ziru.

Xia Ruoxin couldn't bear that a man could cry like this and didn't know what happened.

Forget it, she turned around and knocked on the door.

But when he heard the sound of the door, Xu Congzi couldn't help but hesitated, and the blood on his face also receded.

"Xu Congru, it's me, I'm Lu Xiaohua."

Xia Ruoxin stood at the door and said it was closed, so that Xu Ziruan would not be treated as a ghost.

And sure enough, as soon as her voice rang, Xu Ziru's face was always white, and this was the beginning to relax.

It is President Lu.

Xu Ziru quickly wiped away his tears and opened the door in the past, but his look was awkward.

"Mr. Lu, haven't you gone back?"

And he had a good impression of President Lu who came from the airborne. Although a 26-year-old woman, although a rich woman, she did not have any sense of pride, and her body was all intellectual and easy-going, of course. It ’s not just coming here to play, but really working. For such a boss, Xu Ziru feels very good. At the very least, she wo n’t close the studio.

"Add a class, and go back in a while," Xia Ruoxin answered, then came over, picked up Xu Ziru is drawing half of the work map, this is a trademark for an e-commerce company, and a few pages Painting pages.

The handwriting still feels a bit similar to Sun Zhong's, and Sun Zhong's style is relatively popular in the industry.

No, she feels that this should be Sun Zhong's painting.

But she saw Xu Ziru finish the painting with her own eyes. Obviously, he still had to finish half of the painting.

She guessed that there was nothing wrong with it. Sun Zhong came in through Wu Sha's relationship and plagiarized the works of others. Even if there was any relationship, she couldn't do it.

What's the difference between stealing this and being a thief?

I wo n’t mention these now, she will deal with them well. If she ca n’t manage this, then, in this painting and calligraphy room, she would rather not.

"Can I know what you are crying for?"

Xia Ruoxin asked Xu Ziru if it was because of overtime or something at home.

Xu Ziru stunned, then he slowly crouched down, first covering his face and not talking, and then there was a choking sound in the back, and finally he burst into tears.

"My daughter is ill, but I have to work overtime. If I don't finish this, I won't get paid. If I don't have money, how can I treat my daughter? How can I live with my daughter?" He came from the countryside. He got married early, but his wife had a hard time giving birth. In the end, he left only one daughter, and his child was weak and ill since he was a child. He had no way to work around, and finally he had some talents for painting. In this painting and calligraphy room, he was an artist here, and Sun Zhong was also at the time. Sun Zhong saw his paintings and reached an agreement with him privately. Later, his paintings are no longer his own. Instead, he became Sun Zhong, and Sun Zhong would seal him a large sum of money. He can find a small house to live here, and he can have money to treat his daughter, so he sold his work, too. Sell ​​your personality.

"Is the child sick now?" Xia Ruoxin didn't know much about it, but she could hear clearly when the child was sick.

Yes, she is ill, she is still ill, Xu Ziru has a lot of blood in her eyes. She stayed up late, and she was worried about her daughter. "I asked a neighbor to help me. The neighbor said that the child is now Still having a fever, let me take my child to the hospital. "

Yeah, he asked others to take care of him. They just collected the money and helped him for a while, but he could n’t keep it every day. He did n’t have the money to ask his daughter for a full-time nanny. Come and treat your daughter.

Xia Ruoxin's mobile phone in her bag rang and she knew it was Chulu. She took out her phone and put it in her ear.

"Is something wrong, why isn't it coming out yet?" Chu Lü glanced at the time, said about ten o'clock, and said that he would come out, it was almost ten thirty.

"After I have a while, there are some things to deal with," Xia Ruoxin didn't explain too much to Chu Li now, she hung up the phone, then stretched out her hand and patted Xu Ziru's shoulder.

"Don't cry, you and I will go to the hospital first. The child's fever is not trivial."

However, Xu Ziru didn't dare. Those jobs were not finished yet, and his daughter often had a fever. Every time he was sent, the child was burned and tired, but if he lost his job, his salary was deducted and the child There will be no cure.

"I lost your salary. I'll make up for it."

Xia Ruoxin stood up and opened the door. "Let's go, you can make as much money as you can, if the child really does, you won't be able to buy as much money as you can." And her powerlessness towards Xu Ziru is not strange At that time, she and Xiaoyu had the same day. Zeng Jin was left without a path, Zeng Jin was helpless. They came over. Although it was hard along the way, they did n’t come, but Xu Ziru, And his daughter, no one knows.

Xu Ziru still didn't respond at first. Soon, he wiped off his tears and stood up quickly.

Chu Lu occasionally tapped the steering wheel with his fingers.

It's been a long time, isn't it an accident?

When he opened the car door and just went out, he saw Xia Ruoxin coming out, followed by a very decadent man.

He narrowed his eyes. Where was the ghost?

Xia Ruoxin pulled the door of the car. Chu Li's door didn't open very well. He hadn't opened it a few times. He really didn't know where to open it. It was just that he had such a hobby.