611: C611 I'll Blackmail You for a Cup of Tea

C611 I'll Blackmail You for a Cup of Tea

1Zheng Ling shook her head and waved her hand, "No, no, no. " She reached out to grab Ye Er's shoulder and said sincerely, "Ye Er, you lent me the money to open this Shadow Tower. I told you in the beginning that I would let you invest in it. But you refused. I've always wanted to help you, but I've always helped you. If I can do my best in Si Jie's matter, I will feel more at ease. "

Ye Er refused to accept anything. Zheng Ling jumped down from the table and became angry, "Yun Yeer! Our family is already living very well. Why are you so stubborn?!"

At this time, the door that was closed was pushed open and the person who came was Mother Zheng. When she saw the smile on Ye Er's face, it piled up to the corner of her eyes, "Ye Er, it is so good that you are here. Auntie cooked the bamboo shoots and stewed meat in the afternoon. Let's eat together. "

Mother Zheng turned around with Ye Er on her back and gave Zheng Ling a fierce stare.

Zheng Ling immediately felt extremely awkward.

Zheng Ling wanted to pretend not to see but was pulled into the room by Mother Zheng. She could only give Ye Er an apologetic smile. But Mama Zheng smiled very attentively at Ye Er, "Ye Er, wait for Aunty. Say a few words to Ling Ling. "

Ye Er smiled and nodded. Then, she heard Zheng Ling who was trying her best to lower her voice, "Mom, what are you doing?"

"What am I doing? If I don't come, Don't you have to give this movie studio to someone else? Huh? "

Zheng Ling was depressed. " Why did you give it to someone else? I only gave Ye Er some shares so that she would have some income. Si Jie's problem has also been solved. "

Mother Zheng spat. "Give her some shares? Huh? It's so easy to say. Don't think that your mother doesn't understand just because I haven't studied before. Are shares given casually? If I give it to you, you will have to give her dividends every year. I am your mother. Why aren't you treating me so well? Huh? "

Zheng Ling said confidently," Ye Er needs money now and splitting the money can help her. There is nothing wrong with that. "

"You can help the Yun Family? You have forgotten about the matter of the Industrial, Commerce, Fire and Defense Bureau looking for you half a year ago. I told you that it must be Yun Yeer's bad luck and you still want to fight for it! When the time comes, you won't even have rice to drink. I want to see what you can use to recharge your abilities! "

"Mom, have you forgotten how I got up? I haven't even finished my first year of high school and you can't afford it anymore. Even finding a 800-RMB employee would complain that I don't have a diploma. If Ye Er hadn't lent me money at that time, we could only rely on low insurance now. You still have money to buy a house and a car? Mom, you can't forget your capital. You can't be ungrateful!"

Zheng Ling's heartfelt words did not move Mother Zheng. Instead, her words became sharp. She even deliberately looked outside and her voice was not weak at all. "Forgot your capital? Forgot what capital? Didn't that money already be returned to her? It was not like she cheated her money. Besides, when this movie studio was opened, Is money enough? Your mom and I get up early and get up late every day to help you save money. In the beginning, who did the hygiene? Who is cooking for your employees? Is it all because of her alone? People lend you money because they pity you. In the past, what was a million to her? It was just charity for beggars. She gave you money in the past, but you are now capable. Are you going to turn around and give her charity? She might not even accept your kindness. "

" Clang ~ "The sound of objects falling to the ground could be heard from outside.

"Mom, don't say anymore!" Zheng Ling's expression changed drastically. She quickly walked out of the room and found that there was no one outside. She turned around to look at her mother and shouted rudely, "What you said is too much! Why is it that when someone kindly helps you, it is so unbearable? Do you think you are living well now? It's all because of your own abilities. Let me tell you. . . Three is poor and three is not old. Ye Er will not be like this for the rest of her life! There will always be a day when you ask for help. Just like in the past!"

" You traitor! " Mother Zheng was so angry that her face turned green and white. She raised her hand and was about to slap Zheng Ling. . . .

Ye Er's footsteps were unsteady as she ran out of "Elf Photography. " Her heart was already filled with indescribable discomfort. It was like a hot summer day. There were people surrounding her and surrounding her. She could not even take a breath. The breath that entered her body was all the sweat and stink from those people. She wanted to cover her seven apertures and isolate herself from the world.

She was the legendary Ghost Worry, right?

Every time Mother Zheng saw her, she would smile brightly. She originally thought that there were still people who treated her differently.

But in the past, she had sincerely lent a helping hand, but she had been called a beggar by Mother Zheng. Even now, she had become a beggar.

What was the meaning of human nature?

Why was she so realistic, yet she still could not understand? Selfishness was the root of everything. Protecting one's own interests was an instinct?

"You're sad and you're not crying?"

The top of his head was a dense wutong leaf, and the boy's voice beside his ear was the spring of summer. Ding, ding, ding, dripping into his ears. His nose had a faint scent of licorice mixed with oil paint.

She had actually come here - the art street of Wutong Shade. There were the most people who sold calligraphy and paintings as replacements.

Ye Er turned around to look at the boy and smiled, "I haven't met anything that makes me so sad that I have to cry. "

The sunlight that leaked out from the gaps of the leaves sprinkled down from the top of the big boy's head. He stood in front of the drawing board. He was tall and slender, his skin was white and delicate, his facial features were elegant, his cotton short-sleeved white shirt and light colored thin jeans. He was beautiful and refined, and his body was covered with fine paint, but you felt that he was exceptionally clean.

What kind of family could educate him? A boy with such a pair of eyes was clear and pure, as if he did not know anything about the world and did not know anything about filth. It made people jealous.

The boy bent down and washed his hands in the bucket, bringing along a noble aura that didn't match up to a poor painter. He spoke unhurriedly, "It's been a long time since I saw you come over. "

Ye Er stood on her tiptoes and looked at the painting on the boy's drawing board. " Yes, I've been busy recently. Have you sold your painting?"

The boy turned around and tidied up the drawing board. "I've never met a customer as generous as you who doesn't know how to appreciate. "

Ye Er chuckled. "Artists really don't know how to do business. You really have a good eye when praising a client. Are you feeling uncomfortable? "

The boy hung the drawing board on the bicycle. "But you really don't know how to appreciate it. You can't understand my paintings at all. "

Ye Er deliberately snorted and said, "But I have money to buy it. If I don't know, I can pretend to know. If I can make others think that I know, that's all!"

"An artist like me meeting a customer with a copper stench like you is really a headache. "

Ye Er saw that the boy was closing the stall, so she helped him pour out the water in the bucket, put it into a tool bag, and hung it on the front of the car. "Don't have a headache. I don't have that spare money to give you a headache recently. It's fine if you didn't sell the painting, but I originally wanted to extort a cup of tea from you. It seems like there's no more hope. "

The boy stepped off the back of his bicycle and supported the front of the car. " Let's go. We met a nouveau riche who didn't know how to appreciate like you yesterday. It's enough to drink tea for a month. "

Ye Er sniffled, "Then you still have to pay the rent. "

"When you have money, I will sell another one to you. Won't I have money to pay?"

Ye Er liked to look into the boy's eyes. It was very cold inside. It was really good. He was clearly talking about such a sordid thing, but he could bring along his celestial appearance to talk about it.

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