She spoke calmly and said: "You keep the money and use it as tuition. From now on, Uncle Dr. Song will work as an apprentice in your clinic."
Chen Bing was dumbfounded after hearing this.
He is scheming with this little aunt. Who wants Uncle Song's rotten fish and shrimps?
The two people who were having a "deep love between mother and son" scene in the kitchen hurriedly came out.
Song Yu looked at her and said, "Your third brother doesn't know anything. Will it cause trouble to Dr. Chen?"
In fact, the implication is that I still hope that the third child can go.
Song Qianqian looked at Chen Bing with a smile, "What is my mother asking you?"
Chen Bing held the money and trembled: "No, no, no! How could it be possible? Song San is a good boy."
Nonsence!
Chen Bing wished he could slap himself in the face. If Song San became a good boy, the son of a street rat would be so scared that he could speak human language!
Song Qianqian nodded with satisfaction, "Then it's settled, you keep the money!"
Chen Bing felt bitter, he might as well not have come to give the money and just keep it all for himself! What's better, he didn't win the flattery, he didn't get the money, and he just went back with a piece of cake?
After seeing Chen Bing off, Song Qianqian turned around and looked at Dr. Song Shu, smiling lightly, "Study hard, future Dr. Song."
Even though it was just a simple sentence or ten words, the whole family was inexplicably excited when they heard it.
Doctors, that is a sacred profession in the minds of many people. If any family in the alley can produce a serious doctor, it will be a matter of honor to the ancestors!
Uncle Song was inexplicably excited when he heard this. He looked at her and said, "I will definitely study hard!"
Song Qianqian was not polite and nodded, "I will test you regularly."
Chen Bing was still standing in the yard, looking at Song Qianqian, somewhat jealous. It would be great if the brother and sister could go to his clinic.
So he said: "Sister-in-law, in this case, we can be considered neighbors and colleagues. I will cook lunch. Is it convenient for you to go to my house?"
Song Zhongshu came out of the house at some point and refused directly for her, "Why did Qian Qianbang go to your house? Our house has its own bathroom."
Song Qianqian listened on the sidelines and couldn't help laughing.
The little wordsmith who is a wordsmith seems to be a bit like her. Is this a factor of fate that can make us a family?
Chen Bing was so shocked by these polite words that he didn't know what to say. He was the only one in the Song family who went to school. Being educated was really different!
The Song family was so poor that no one was easy to bully, so he had no choice but to go back home.
Song Qianqian then asked Count Song in confusion, "Brother, Song Zhongshu seems to hate Chen Bing?"
Earl Song smiled and said, "He had a sore throat before. He rushed to take medicine for the small art exam, but not only did his throat not heal, he became mute for two or three days and missed the exam!"
No wonder he is so vindictive.
"Then what is he learning now?"
Earl Song thought for a while and said, "The singer didn't pass the exam, so it should be acting?"
Song Qianqian held her chin. Art school is a money-burning place. Is her rate of making money a little slow?
"Qianqian." Earl Song remembered something, looked at her bare head with loving eyes, and said somewhat mysteriously: "Big brother will give you something tomorrow, you must like it!"
"I like whatever big brother gives me!"
Song Qianqian was thinking about how to make some money as soon as possible, so she responded casually.
The yard is too small for the siblings to attend school normally, so there must be a learning environment at home, and she has to buy a house.
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The next day, Song Qianqian went out early to walk around and look at nearby properties.
When he came back, there was no one at home, and Earl Song's neck had just gone out to look for work; Uncle Song had already gone to Chen Bing's clinic; Song Zhongshu went back to school last night; Song Jinuan didn't have much time to sleep at home, and she was in a wealthy family.
The nanny's room.
At ten o'clock at noon, Earl Song came back excitedly.
"Qianqian!" he called her as soon as he entered the door.
Song Qianqian was in the room upstairs, taking a look at the shipment of "Qiancao Gangmu", and happened to see Xingwang discussing her last online release.
Her unintentional move seemed to have caused quite a stir.
She has been dead for more than thirty years, and she doesn't want to be too high-profile. It seems that she will have to get a smaller account next time.
She closed the computer and went downstairs, "What's wrong?"
Earl Song showed a box to her, "Guess what I bought you?"
She couldn't help laughing and pointed, "It says, wig."
Earl Song scratched his head in embarrassment, "You have a small head. I specially asked them to change it. It must be suitable. I don't know if you like it or not."
He continued: "I thought about it, long hair, big waves, etc. are good-looking, but if you go to school in a while, long hair will be difficult to do, and students' hair is very good, how about it?"
The wig is a very refreshing student style, and the brown hair texture makes it hard to tell that it is fake.
"You spent a lot of money?" She touched her hair.
Earl Song was very proud, "It's not expensive, about 800 yuan, big brother can earn it today!"
Hearing this number, Song Qianqian was a little shaken. Normally he would never buy a wig at this price.
"I like it!" Song Qianqian took it over, looked at it in front of the mirror, and then turned to show Count Song.
To be honest, Earl Song was a little stunned, and then he laughed, "Our Qianqian is so beautiful!"
The student's head set off her particularly beautiful swan neck, which made her appear more slender and fairer, and the nose and eyes of her small face suddenly shone brightly.
"What kind of job did you find to earn so much in one day?" The eldest brother in the family was the most honest, and Song Qianqian was really afraid that he would sell blood.
Earl Song was a bit mysterious, "By coincidence, there was a club that wanted to repair the Gorky Stadium and a shooting range. I went there and hit a target for a boss and helped him win a round. He said he would come to me again in the future!"
Song Qianqian first praised: "Are you so powerful?"
Then he casually said: "That should be called a golf course."
"Yes, yes!" Earl Song smiled awkwardly, "Anyway, you know more about the things that rich people play."
Song Qianqian was a little puzzled, "Brother, have you ever learned target shooting?"
Earl Song was amused, "Why do you still need to learn? I hit the target as soon as I took aim."
She looked at him and asked him to stretch out his hand and wave it in the air.
Earl Song's hands were all calloused, but after stretching them forward for four or five minutes, they really didn't shake at all.
"You and Lao San have such a steady hand," she said sincerely.
And she had just mentioned Dr. Song, when the man banged open the door and came in, "Qian, Qianqian... who are you?"
Whose little puppy is so handsome? He looks like a male pig trotter from a Korean drama.
Song Qianqian's expression tightened and she looked at the blood on his hands, "Are you injured?"
Uncle Song blinked, and then he came to his senses when he heard her voice. It turned out that he was wearing a wig.
Then he looked at his hand and thought of business, "You have to go to the clinic, that brother Qing's hand is broken!"
Brother Qing?
Sounds familiar.
Uncle Song was about to say something quickly. Seeing his elder brother here, he must not reveal that he borrowed loan sharks, "Just... last time, in the alley!"
Song Qianqian remembered it, and she said at that time, that child really had his hand chopped off?