Leng Shaoheng explained with his actions what is called vigorous and resolute action.

In the morning, she said she was knitting a sweater, and Shen Qingqing didn't promise to do it for him. In the evening, she brought back their wool and needles, as well as a special teaching video.

If everything is ready, it needs to be woven.

Shen Qingqing was loveless and tried to push it away. "Mr. Leng, it seems that I only promised to give Mozhi, your Forget it? "

Mo Mo is very small. It won't take too much trouble, but his height is one meter nine. He has to weave until the age of the monkey.

What's the age of this? There are still men wearing hand-made sweaters on the street. Moreover, his value is there. She thinks Leng Shaoheng can't wear them at all. Most importantly, she can't wear them at all.

Leng Shaoheng's eyes were slightly cold, and his tone was light: "Mo Mo wants to wear parent-child clothes with me, unless you don't want to satisfy his little wish, I don't care."

He walked away quietly, as if he didn't really want a sweater, just to satisfy Mo mo.

Shen Qingqing didn't see it. The man turned around and winked at the cold words.

Accept success, cold words Mo then Yang a clever harmless small face, eyes eagerly looking at her, that eyes see straight teach people feel soft in the heart, where can say refuse words.

Shen Qingqing had to harden her head and answer, "OK, but I can't guarantee that you can wear it. I don't know when it will be finished."

"Mommy, as long as it's woven by yourself, my father and I will not dislike it, and you don't have to worry. Anyway, you have to wait until winter to wear it. You can start weaving when your hands are ready." Cold words Mo small face Yang smile, milk voice milk air says.

In this way, the matter of knitting the sweater was settled.

Shen Qingqing went to change her dressing for the last time today. The doctor said that she was all right. On the way home, she bought some vegetables and cooked a meal for Mo Mo in the evening.

Although Leng Shaoheng doesn't approve of her cooking, she still acquiesces. Her heart is more important than her taste. No matter how bad it is, Mo Mo will feel fragrant, and he is no exception.

Compared with Shen Qingqing's days, Shen Yingying seems to be living in hell. After returning home, she relies on Shen Qingqing to support her. Now she doesn't care about her, let alone her clothes and bags. She even wants to have a good meal.

In order to earn a living, Shen's mother lingers at the mahjong table every night.

Shen Yingying asked her to find a job more than once. Even if she went to sweep the streets, it was a career with no loss, at least enough for her living expenses.

Shen's mother was not happy. She asked why she didn't find a job to support herself because she was young and had hands and feet.

For the first time, the mother and daughter were unhappy about money.

When people are poor to a certain extent and are not willing to work hard to make money, it is easy to think of crooked ideas and want to get something for nothing.

Shen Yingying puts his mind on Charlotte.

Five star hotel restaurant, decoration style, clean and dust-free, if there seems to be no sound of melodious music, each dining guests are dressed up bright, the waiter is carefully selected, everywhere is showing the luxury of upper class society.

Shen Yingying once fantasized about marrying into a rich family for countless times, living a life of luxury, wearing the most beautiful clothes and eating the most expensive meals in the most luxurious restaurants. Every day, she only worries about how to spend money and pass the time. She doesn't have to worry about whether the money is enough or not, and she doesn't have to worry about her work. She lives a comfortable life.

She now saw every woman here, full of envy and hatred.

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