In the middle of the night, Mo Niannian doubled the money and hired a lock repairman to help open the door.

This kind of thing really doesn’t happen to anyone anymore.

Mo Niannian also discovered something that made her devastated. Due to such bad luck, her savings were close to zero.

Just... kind of starving to death.

Mo Niannian, who was obviously a top student in psychology and was hailed as a miracle in psychology, was living in such poverty and poverty.

So when Mother Jiang came to her door, Mo Niannian agreed without saying a word.

She called it a make-up lesson, but it was actually to treat Jiang Hu's illness. Jiang Hu had been ill for a long time and had seen all the psychiatrists, but there was still no improvement.

And because of his medical experience over the years, he developed a resistance to doctors.

If you want to know how to cure Jiang Hu, the most important thing is to know the cause of Jiang Hu's illness. No one will be born with such a serious mental illness.

So, early the next morning, Mo Niannian went to Jiang's house.

The original owner bought several sets of clothes specifically for this job, which were more mature and professional.

To be honest, Mo Niannian's face looks indescribably beautiful when put here, even in professional attire.

The clothes were not Mo Niannian's favorite style and she didn't want to wear them originally.

But, apart from these sets of professional attire, the remaining clothes of the original owner... were even more unsightly.

Showing legs, back and shoulders.

These clothes are nothing to wear on a daily basis, they look youthful, beautiful and lively, but as a tutor, Mo Niannian comes to teach and answer questions, so it is really inappropriate to dress like this.

Thinking about his pitiful savings, Mo Niannian had no choice but to put on more mature business attire.

The original owner is not very old. In order to make herself look mature, she also wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses.

Mo Niannian thought for a moment and put on his glasses.

Her eyes overshadowed her beauty a bit, and she looked a bit like a teacher.

She knocked on the door of Jiang's house. Jiang's mother was not at home today, and there were only two or three servants left in the house.

At this time, if Mo Niannian remembers correctly, Jiang Hu was painting.

Mo Niannian walked into the flower room on the top floor.

In the flower house, Jiang Hu sat quietly among the flowers and painted. Surrounded by blooming flowers, Jiang Hu looked even more charming than the flowers.

He quietly and carefully sketched the scene in front of him.

Mo Niannian watched him paint quietly, trying to see something in Jiang Hu's paintings.

Unfortunately, his paintings are very normal, just scenes in a greenhouse.

It's exactly the same, as if it's a replica.

Mo Niannian moved the position of the pot of daffodils in his painting in a playful manner, and Jiang Hu looked up and noticed.

He pursed his lips, feeling a little irritated.

He took out the drawing paper again and continued tracing stroke by stroke.

Really good-natured.

Incredibly well-behaved.

It's like if you are bullied, you will only purse your lips and frown.

Seeing Jiang Hu like this, the evil thoughts deep in Mo Niannian's heart kept emerging.

When Jiang Hu was about to finish painting, she moved the scene in his painting to a different position.

Jiang Hu looked up and was confused for a moment, and pursed his thin lips again. He hesitated for two seconds, took out a piece of drawing paper again, and started tracing stroke by stroke.

It's like a task that must be completed, one after another.

It is said that children with autism live in their own world, and apparently Jiang Hu does the same now. He doesn't take Mo Niannian seriously at all, and only his paintings are left in front of him.

When Mo Niannian destroyed the scene in his words for the fourth time, Jiang Hu's dark eyes stared at Mo Niannian.

Her thin lips were pursed tightly, and she seemed a little irritable.

Mo Niannian couldn't control his claws that were about to move again.

How could Jiang Jiang be so well-behaved, people couldn't help but want to bully him, and they didn't know if he would cry if he pinched him a few times.

A bit looking forward to it.

Mo Niannian smiled at him and said, "I am your tutor. From today on, we will stay together for a long time."

As expected, Jiang Hu didn't react at all.

He lowered his head and looked at his painting, his rose-pink lips pursed tighter, his long crow-feather eyelashes fluttered slightly, and his whole person was full of grievance.

Mo Niannian quickly reached out and placed his flowers back, making sure they were no different from the scene on his painting.

She looked at Jiang Hu carefully and said, "Look, it's done."

It was over, she felt a deep sense of guilt.

How could she bully such a cute Jiang Jiang?

However, looking at Jiang Hu, whose eyebrows had relaxed slightly and continued to add the last few strokes, she couldn't help but want to bully him more.

Mo Niannian stared at the flower pot for a few times, and finally held down his paw that was about to move.

When the time was up, Jiang Hu put away his drawing board and walked downstairs slowly.

It's time for him to play the piano now, and he's not late even for a second.

He sat in front of the piano, lowered his eyes slightly, and played the "Fantasy" that has remained unchanged for thousands of years. The rhythm, speed, and even the notes played at each time were perfectly controlled.

Jiang Hu looked like this, without any anger at all, which made Mo Niannian feel a little uncomfortable.

He was like a puppet who couldn't feel any joy, anger, sorrow or joy. He was as delicate as a puppet.

Mo Niannian put his hands behind the piano.

Not long after, the piano... broke.

Her bad luck buff is still stable.

Mo Niannian took back his hand with some guilt, thinking about how long it would take to afford such a piano.

It's really uncomfortable. At the end of the day at work, I'm in debt.

Jiang Hu was also stunned. His slender white hands were placed on the piano. The piano could not make any sound. Occasionally, one or two keyboards could make sounds, which was indescribably unpleasant.

He sat there at a loss, not knowing what to do.

Mo Niannian asked the Jiang family to handle it and silently glanced at the bill.

Good guy, for a piano, she will have to work for the Jiang family for at least ten years.

Mo Niannian glanced at Jiang Hu with resentment, he was another expensive treasure.

Dabao Baobao stood there with a dazed look in his eyes. He should be playing the piano at this time, but now the piano is broken and he can't play.

He didn't know what to do.

Mo Niannian walked to him, about one meter away from him, and took out a colorful flag in front of him.

People with autism are easily attracted to colorful things. The clothes Jiang Hu chooses are all floral shirts. He likes this.

But if he doesn't like the clothes someone else chooses for him, he won't speak up and just wears them silently.

Jiang Hu was attracted by the colorful flags in front of Mo Niannian.

His eyes followed the thing in Mo Niannian's hand.

What Mo Niannian was holding was a kite, a kite made of colorful flags. Mo Niannian specially selected it for Jiang Hu.

Mo Niannian waved the kite, "Jiang Jiang, do you want to fly the kite?"

Jiang Hu's eyes followed the movement of the kite, and Mo Niannian moved up and down. He also moved his eyes up and down, nodding his head unconsciously.
Chapter completed!