The town elementary school was over at 4:30 in the afternoon. Fei Ming packed up his own things. After thinking about it, he decided to go to He Qingqing's house to see He Qingqing who had a fever.

He was worried that the old lady of the He family would not take Qingqing to see a doctor.

Just as he was about to leave, his junior brother Su Hao caught up with him with his cell phone: "Senior brother, senior brother, watch this live broadcast, is it the poor little girl in your class?"

Su Hao showed him his cell phone.

I saw a little girl wearing a thin autumn clothes on the screen, washing clothes.

In this cold weather, she didn't even wear socks, barefoot, wearing a pair of big sandals.

If this is not He Qingqing, who else can it be!

The person who operated the phone held the phone at a time and shook it towards He Qingqing, and then shook it towards another little boy. The little boy was not dressed thickly and was clumsyly holding a paintbrush and drawing on paper.

There were many people talking on the live broadcast: "Oh my God, what a poor kid!"

"I don't know what their parents think. Just forget it if you don't have money to raise them when you are born, and you have to use your children to make money!"

"It's so pitiful, give them some gifts."

"Are you stupid? What if their parents gave them a gift and spent it without spending a penny on their children?"

"A sin!"

Fei Ming's face suddenly looked ugly.

He Qingqing felt very uncomfortable.

She had a fever and had a headache, and her grandmother asked her to wash clothes endlessly.

At the beginning, the cold water made her feel a little comfortable, but soon, her head became heavier and more painful, and in the end she couldn't get enough energy.

She called out faintly: "Grandma..."

The old lady of the He family didn't hear it at all, and she just stared at the screen with her eyes. There were many people coming in to watch the live broadcast. They kept saying that Qingqing was pitiful, but no one gave her gifts. Oh, I really felt that Qingqing was pitiful, so I would like to give her gifts! These people are so stingy!

The old lady of the He family was praying when she suddenly saw Qingqing on the screen fall into the basin of washing clothes.

She was frightened and was at a loss when her son called.

He Guoyan shouted: "Hurry off the live broadcast and go and see what's wrong with Qingqing!"

My sister fell into the basin, and He Congming was still drawing without distractions, without any concern.

The old lady of the He family picked He Qingqing up from the basin and saw that Qingqing's face was already blue. She was so scared that she quickly placed a finger under Qingqing's nose to test.

Fortunately, I'm not dead yet and still am angry.

Qingqing's top was soaked, and the old lady of the He family carried Qingqing to the room to change her clothes.

As soon as I changed, I heard someone outside shouting: "Qingqing! Qingqing! Auntie!"

She looked over and saw Qingqing's head teacher standing in the yard with an angry face.

The old lady of the He family hurriedly hugged Qingqing out and stuffed Qingqing, who was so thin that she had only bones into Fei Ming's hand: "Teacher Fei, you are here just in time. Qingqing doesn't know what's wrong, please take her to see it."

Fei Ming pursed his lips and looked at the old lady of the He family who was not afraid of boiling water. Then he looked at Qingqing, who had her eyes closed in her arms and had a blue-white face. He couldn't help it for a moment and asked the old lady of the He family: "Qingqing has a fever, why did my aunt ask Qingqing to wash clothes?"

The old lady of the He family was stunned, and the teacher also watched the live broadcast?

Her mind was still flexible, and she immediately said with confidence: "Live broadcast can make money! Her parents didn't give me money, how can I raise a child? Oh, it was the girl named Lin who came with you last time who taught me live broadcast! She said that my live broadcast was stupid and smart, and she could make a lot of money!"

"With a click, the bright light just now suddenly went out, and what came towards me was the overwhelming darkness. Before Luo Wushuang could adapt to the darkness, she heard a chilling cat cry. Tick, tick, like someone walking in the dark night wearing wet clothes. A familiar smell dissipated in the darkness, a fishy smell of blood. She was about to walk forward, and a wet, cold hand was holding her right hand."

"Even though she is brave, she will almost lose her soul at that moment."

"Haha, Detective Luo is also scared, it's really rare." A hoarse voice rang behind her.

"Da. The man turned on the lighter."

"A moment when the light came up, Luo Wushuang looked into his blood-scarved eyes."

Lin Yue pressed the save, rubbed his temples, leaned back on the chair, and after a few minutes, he felt his neck loose before sitting back.

It was getting dark outside.

She looked at the time and it was already six forty-three.

Dad didn't come to urge her?

Lin Yue stood up, stretched his waist, changed into his shoes and walked out.

As soon as he walked out of the warm house, the cold wind blew, and Lin Yue couldn't help but sneeze.

The weather forecast says that the cooling will drop tonight, and it turns out to be true.

Lin Yue first went outside Lin Quan's room and saw that the lights were dark.

Maybe it was having supper.

In the kitchen, Aunt Huang was cleaning the litter table, and Zhang Haotian was sitting on the dining table in the kitchen eating rice noodles.

When he saw Lin Yue, he held up his glasses and said to Lin Yue: "Hi."

Lin Yue smiled back: "Mr. Zhang." She asked Aunt Huang: "Auntie, isn't my dad here?"

Aunt Huang said: "He said, "He hasn't had dinner with you for a long time. He will get together with Uncle Lin Mao tonight. He promised not to drink and would come back at 8 o'clock. Don't worry, he said he would call Lin Zhenyi."

Lin Zhen is still reliable.

Lin Yue felt relieved and asked Huang Zhen again: "Have all the tenants eaten?"

Huang Zhen shook his head: "There is another Mr. Qi who hasn't come down to have dinner. I've called Tingting and he said he's going to come down later. I'm afraid you'll have to do it for him."

Aunt Huang doesn’t have to worry about the kitchen after 7 o’clock.

Aunt Huang left, Zhang Haotian looked at Lin Yue cooking rice noodles with briskness and couldn't help but say, "Shopkeeper Lin, I have a suggestion, I don't know whether to say it or not."

Lin Yue smiled and looked at him with a smile. A strand of hair was hanging down in his ears, looking a little lazy: "Mr. Zhang just say it."

Zhang Haotian sighed intentionally: "Look at us all so familiar, don't call me Mr. Zhang anymore, it's strange that he is alienated."

Lin Yue only smiled: "What's the name? It's just a code name and will not be alienated."

Zhang Haotian said: "You might as well call me Haotian..."

"Is Manager Lin here?"

A man walked into the kitchen in the sound, his eyes stained with a little anger, and he looked at Lin Yue.

Lin Yue was stunned and remembered that the man in front of him seemed to be He Qingqing's class teacher Fei Ming.

"Teacher Fei? You are..."

Fei Ming accompanied He Qingqing to get an injection at the health center and sent her home. Without even eating, he went straight to Linyue B&B.

The bed and breakfast was brightly lit, the windows were clean, and the kitchen was filled with the fragrance of food. The shopkeeper Lin Yue was wearing an apron and was joking with the young man.

Fei Ming felt that his anger was even more intense.

He said: "Shopkeeper Lin, you are too much. How can you teach Grandma Qingqing to use her children to attract attention and earn bad money?!"
Chapter completed!