Diewu’s biggest wish is to hope that her son will live a good life. She devotes all her feelings to family affection. Only in this way can she not make herself think about other people and things. Some stories cannot be touched and will make her heart hurt.
At night, she went to work in Happy Estate, and during the day she wanted to do some part-time jobs. Even if she was washing dishes and mopping the floor, she was willing to do work, but a delicate beauty, except for a man with bad intentions, who would be willing to let her do labor work? The so-called part-time job plan was stranded. Diewu was so worried.
A princess of the Qin Dynasty, the world's number one beauty at that time, fell to such a fate, which was very pitiful. Diewu hated Wuming in her heart, but she could never forget it. When she was free, she always couldn't help but think about the days with Wuming, even if she had only one night of warmth.
Zeng Qing, the owner of the Happy Eternal Bar, is really an excellent man. He is good at treating Diewu with a good temper and a graceful temperament. His eyes are deep and distant. For some reason, Diewu always feels that his eyes are like moonlight floating on the water.
So pure and quiet, so hazy, and faintly sad, and another unspeakable feeling. That feeling was strange, as if this gaze did not belong to humans at all - at least not to humans on earth, but something else.
Whenever she had this kind of thought, Diewu couldn't help but secretly deny it and didn't believe her intuition. She thought, this was just a man who had a story. In fact, which man and woman don't have a story?
Diewu had just sang a song and sat in a position in the corner of the bar, unconsciously looking at the man sitting alone opposite him. Zeng Qing was drinking coffee, something called cappuccino. Diewu didn't understand this thing and had only drunk it once. It was so bitter. She immediately frowned, and now she smelled the coffee and was almost nauseous.
Maybe she is really not suitable to live in this world. But the world of the Qin Dynasty is darker than this.
This man seemed to like drinking cappuccino. Diewu sighed lightly and thought quietly.
Zeng Qing turned his eyes to her, smiled slightly, and waved to her, "Miss Diewu, come here!"
Diewu walked over and asked timidly: "Is there anything wrong with the boss looking for me?"
"Sit down and chat with me for a while." Zeng Qing said.
Butterfly danced and sat down as he said.
"You've been working here for three days, are you still used to it?"
"It's okay." Die Wu always kept her distance from him - to be precise, she kept her distance from any man. The temperament she showed was even more condensing.
Zeng Qing followed "Oh" and looked at her: "Diewu, you are so beautiful!"
"Boss Zeng! Did you ask me to come here to say this?"
Zeng Qing was stunned for a moment and smiled: "Besides this sentence, there is another sentence."
"What are you saying? If there is no need to say it, I don't need to listen, then I'll leave." Diewu wanted to stand up, but she grabbed Zeng Qing. She frowned and glanced at him: "Thank you for taking care of me these days, but Diewu won't promise her. Is the boss a secular man?"
Zeng Qing was stunned again, shook his head, and said with a wry smile: "You go. My other sentence is that you are more beautiful and colder than you imagined."
Diewu just smiled faintly and turned around and left. That night was the day when the Qin family’s “second young master” was overjoyed, Diewu had insomnia.
Ling'er was already asleep. Diewu tossed and turned, and two lines of clear tears fell on her face and dripped onto her son's face beside her. At this time, Ling'er woke up.
Ling'er looked at her mother in confusion and asked naively and alertly: "Mommy, are you missing that unfaithful person again?"
"No, mommy just blew her eyes to the wind." Diewu quickly shook her head and hugged her son, "Be good Ling'er, go to bed quickly."
"Mommy is lying!" Ling'er said loudly, "The window is closed, where is the wind coming in?"
"You little devil, you are quite smart!" Diewu couldn't help but smile bitterly. She gave birth to such a son, but couldn't tell who his father was. She didn't know whether to be happy or worried. "The wind really blew in just now, and Mommy didn't miss the unfaithful person."
Ling'er said "Oh" and suddenly said, "Mommy, the madman's dick is very nice to you, much better than the unfaithful person, just like a family. Can we ask the madman's dick to come in and sleep? People say that the family is the closest and they have to be together day and night."
Tong Yan Wuji, Ling'er didn't know what the so-called "sleeping" meant to adults. Die Wu couldn't laugh and cry and snorted: "At a young age, don't talk nonsense! If you dare to talk nonsense again, mommy will ignore you!"
"But Mommy, the crazy dick is really good!" Ling'er said aggrievedly.
Diewu sighed quietly, hugging her son tightly, not knowing what to say.
"Mommy, why don't you talk anymore? Isn't the crazy dick?"
"It's good, but he-" Diewu replied in a contradictory mood, "After all, it's not a disobedient person."
Ling'er said "oh" again, and read "unfaithful people" twice in her heart. She suddenly pouted her mouth and snorted coldly. Her two flexible eyes kept rolling, and she didn't know what bad ideas she was going to have.
The next day was a good weather. The landlord, Grandma Liu, was a good person. She knew that it was not easy for Diewu to live with a child, so she used the power of the neighbors to find a odd job for Diewu. Just as dawn, when Diewu went out to do odd jobs, Ling'er also got out of the house and secretly discussed with the madman's second child. Then the two mysteriously disappeared among the crowds on the street.
Diewu's odd job is to serve tea and water at the headquarters of a real estate company. She was a person who lived in ancient times and did not know modern knowledge, so she could only find some such miscellaneous work to do. She went to Zeng Qing's happy fate to work at night. For her son, she worked hard in the modern city, working hard and without regrets.
She no longer went to find Wuming, as if she had forgotten him; in fact, she knew what she was thinking. She had not forgotten the past, but just didn't touch it. Diewu's mentality was too simple, so simple that she almost ignorant that she had never seen "Wuming" again, and she had misunderstood many times.
In fact, the root of the problem is here, it’s just that she knows too little about Wuming! The two of them have been together so few times!
After a few buses, I arrived at the magnificent office building. First, I passed a large open office, and the employees were snail-like working in their own grids. Then, after walking a few hundred meters, the female secretary who led the way pushed open a shiny door and asked Diewu to go in by herself, and left.
The young boss sat there without getting up. Diewu walked in timidly. The boss looked very simple, looked quite young, full of youthful vitality, but his face was a little gloomy. For some reason, Diewu felt that the man had a strong and gloomy aura all over his body. In fact, he looked very sunny.
This was a rather complicated first feeling. This feeling scared her.