Mr. Lu, don't abuse me, Madam really won't give you andrology treatment

Chapter 48 So poor?
Qiao Yin's heart twisted when she heard this, she wrapped her arms around her brother's waist, and leaned her head on his back: "Why are you disobedient, why are you still working part-time, the basics are laid in the first year of high school, and the courses are also very important, don't lose the big because of small things .”

"I normally go to class during the day, and only work at night. I'm under [-] years old, and other places don't want me. This mall is newly opened, and there is a shortage of people, so the money is quite a lot."

He said, took out a handful of money from his pocket, and handed it back: "Here, spend it!"

Qiao Yin looked at his dirty hands, at the handful of money covered with his hard work and sweat, tears started to fall again.

She has never hated herself as much as she does now. She hates that she can't make money, so that her younger brother has to bear the pressure of survival before he is an adult.

He was only sixteen, and he didn't know how many times he hit a wall before he found such a job.

"I do not want."

Qiao Jiasen was riding the bike, feeling the heat and humidity behind him.

He withdrew his hand, a little helpless: "Why are you crying again? There's nothing to cry about. It's just a part-time job. There are a lot of students like me working in the shopping mall. When I see their parents come to pick them up, they are all very relieved and happy." , you are sentimental."

Qiao Yin's tears kept pouring out, she felt distressed.

The two of them, the siblings, have never experienced hardship since they were young, especially Qiao Jiasen. His father raised him strictly according to the standard of raising a noble young master. The family hired several servants, let alone working for others. He used to even There are people waiting for you to change your slippers when you enter the house.

"You are not allowed to work part-time. Your hand is the hand that plays the piano. How can you do those rough and heavy jobs? Aren't you going to participate in the International Piano Competition? How can you go if you hurt your hand?"

"The piano at home has been robbed, so there is no place to play it. And the competition is in Poland, it's too far away, so I can't go."

Although he thought it was too far away, Qiao Yin knew that he thought the round-trip air ticket and accommodation were too expensive, so he gave up.

Qiao Yin hugged him and cried bitterly: "You can't spend much money at school, and you still have some money at home. Why are you carrying so many things at such a young age?"

"It doesn't take a day or two for my father to be unreliable, and my mother has no brains, thinking that everything will be fine if she becomes a full-time wife, and you are weak-tempered and love brains, who will bear it if I don't?"

"I'm not in love with the brain anymore, I'm not weak anymore!"

"I do not believe."

"real!"

"It depends on your performance. Divorce the surnamed Lu first. A scumbag, you are a treasure every day."

"I will definitely leave!"

Qiao Jiasen was relieved when he heard her affirmative answer, as long as she didn't miss him.

After returning home, Qiao Yin treated his wound, and then he left again. He still had to continue to work, and Qiao Yin's persuasion was useless.

When he left, Qiao Yin was still stomping her feet angrily: "The child has grown up and has ideas, so I can't control it anymore!"

But after she got angry, she was still moved and felt warm in her heart, and even the embarrassment that Lu Lingche broke her down was washed away.

Sometimes, however, someone was so lingering that she had just forgotten about him before he called.

Qiao Yin picked it up with a bad tone: "What are you doing?"

"Where's the blood-activating and stasis-removing medicine at home?"

"I took it."

Lu Lingche couldn't help being taken aback: "You even want to take away a bottle of medicine? Are you so poor?"

Deliberately saying that she was poor, Qiao Yin immediately became angry: "That is the medicine specially formulated for me by my grandmother. It uses a lot of rare medicinal materials. It is unique and cannot be bought outside! We are going to divorce, and I will keep such precious medicine. Give it to you? Aren’t you rich? You go to the pharmacy to buy it, why worry about me, a poor man’s medicine?”

Lu Lingche seemed very impatient: "Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and bring me the medicine! I have already called the doctor, and he said that the bruise on my face will not disappear tomorrow, and it will get worse. I have an important meeting tomorrow. You can't participate with a bruised face!"

(End of this chapter)