Early the next morning, Qian Xing came to the place where Zhuang Yibo lived again.

She pressed the doorbell, and Zhuang Yibo opened the door after a few seconds.

"You got up so early?" Qian Xing entered the door and glanced at the computer on the coffee table.

"Find a job." Zhuang Yibo replied, "Otherwise you support me?"

Qian Xing listened, walked in front of her computer and looked at it. Sure enough, she saw that she was watching the recruitment information. She couldn't help but feel relieved, and then looked up at her, "You know what I am now, that few years

We all work hard, wait for ten years, and the life is better. "

"For more than ten years?" Zhuang Yibo exhaled slowly, saying, "Then I have to find a good job and wait."

Qian Xing listened, hooked her neck with a smile, and accompanied her to study the recruitment information.

In fact, with the professional level of Zhuang Yibo, these recruitment is not a good job. In the words of Qianxing, she can go to the Huo family to teach Yueyue piano.

It is easy to earn and have high income.

However, Zhuang Yibo did not adopt her proposal, but found another art training school.

This school is also very different from her previous training center. She is also a one -to -one teaching center, but at this school, she has to counsel seven or eight children at the same time.

In Qianxing's view, no matter what perspective of such a job is, it is not suitable for Zhuang Yibo, and even the whole person is incompatible with her. Perhaps in her eyes, Zhuang Yibo should also be a fairy who does not eat the fireworks on earth, even if it is a fairy, even if it is, even

Teaching piano, it should also be immortal, dignified and elegant, not in such a noisy environment to deal with a group of children of different ages.

However, Zhuang Yibo just chose such a job. He spent a lot of commuting time every day. He traveled between the school and the residence, and took all his energy to teach the children who attended the class to make themselves exhausted.

Qian Xing didn't understand it at first, but later, when she saw her come back for a few days and fell asleep, she probably understood what.

She no longer says more, but she is worried that Zhuang Yibo will continue to do so.

Zhuang Yibo just said: "This is the initial stage, so I am not very used to it, it will be better if you slowly adapt to it later, you don’t have to worry."

It is impossible not to worry about it, but when you see the school time, Qianxing still has to return to Huai City School.

The only thing that made her feel at ease is Zhuang Yibo sharing what happened in the school every day. It seems that she returns to normal in a little bit.

This is the best.

Nympho

Zhuang Yibo's work is indeed smooth. Although it is very hard and tired, the people and things to face and deal with are much more complicated and difficult to entangle, but inexplicably, she likes this life like this.

Therefore, she earns work and get off work seriously every day, taught the children in the class carefully, share life with Qianxing seriously, and earnestly study the various skills of living alone.

The world is very large, and it seems very small; there are so many people in the world, but there are very few related to her.

So, everything is just right.

Just occasionally, when she was quiet at night, she suddenly woke up in the sleep, opened her eyes blankly, and fell asleep in her messy breathing sound.

But that night, after opening her eyes, Zhuang Yibo did not fall asleep again.

Vaguely, she always heard moves outside the bedroom.

Have a thief entered the door?

She thought like this, but didn't care much, and even got up and looked at it. She just hoped that the thief would finish the outside, and she could leave early and leave early, so that she can fall asleep early.

She was lying on the bed and silently counted the time waiting, but it didn't take long after she heard a "Ding" sound from outside.

That's the sound of the end of the microwave oven.

Will the thief go home and use her microwave oven?

Zhuang Yibo finally sat up slowly.

She didn't know what she was thinking, but she had got off the bed, wore slippers, walked to the door, and opened the door.

There was a light in the living room, turning on the TV, and playing a comedy she had recently watched. The coffee table was placed on the category box of the school tomorrow.

Inside, I was sitting alone, while watching her lunch box while watching TV.
Chapter completed!