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Although Mu Liancheng said this, Wen Yunyu's eyes kept looking at him.

Xu is Mu Liancheng doesn't know much about Xia Wanqing, but Wen Yunyu knows better than anyone else.

Once Xia Wanqing suspects it, then she will not give up the investigation easily, even if she finds nothing.

……

In early May, the sun is no longer gentle, and the afternoon is always hot.

In today's teahouse, there are two guests.

A man and a woman walked in with briefcases, found a window seat and sat down, cooking tea while discussing the details of the work.

The time in the store is leisure,

Huo Xiaoli was wearing a floral long skirt with a pair of white flat shoes under her feet.

She sat at the table farthest away from the two of them, admiring a mandala painted by Gong Lin herself.

Perhaps this flower has been endowed with too much mystery.

It is said that once upon a time, it only bloomed in the underworld, and it was the flower of death.

But Huo Xiaoli didn't think that although it was bare and had no leaves, it was pure.

Gong Lin's temperament is always very calm, and she is not in a hurry when she speaks.

She handed over all the things in the store to Huo Xiaoli to do, and she could also engage in her own painting career.

Gong Lin's obsession with painting is no better than that of ordinary people.

She often loses track of time, and stays in the studio in the back hall for a whole day, and sometimes Huo Xiaoli goes in with dinner.

She raised her head and asked in surprise, "Is it already night?" I thought it was morning? ”

Huo Xiaoli didn't answer, and after smiling, he turned around and walked out again, and he didn't bother her.

With Huo Xiaoli's company, Gong Lin's mood seemed to be much better.

Although the two of them have nothing to say in most cases, Huo Xiaoli still likes this way of getting along.

Everyone has their own painful side, and since they want to protect themselves, why do they need to talk to outsiders.

At the beginning of the month, Gong Lin actually put an old cowhide-colored envelope in front of her eyes.

Huo Xiaoli lowered his head, looked at the envelope on the table, and picked it up.

There was a thin stack of money in it, about 2,000 yuan or so.

Huo Xiaoli raised her head to look at her, but Gong Lin said calmly: "For you, this salary may be a little small, but I can't afford to pay if you want more......"

After finishing speaking, she shrugged her shoulders, leaving Huo Xiaoli with a confused expression.

This kind of Gong Lin really moved Huo Xiaoli.

Huo Xiaoli knew that the so-called salary was just Gong Lin casually finding an excuse to give her.

Because, Huo Xiaoli's parents' monthly expenses for living necessities in prison are 1,800 yuan, and Huo Xiaoli is responsible for this expense.

In this way, Gong Lin not only helped Huo Xiaoli, but also maintained Huo Xiaoli's dignity.

Huo Xiaoli looked at the stack of money, and didn't know how to thank her in the future.

Seeing off the only table of guests, Huo Xiaoli put away the tea sets on the tea table one by one.

The wind chimes at the door rang again, and with a "welcome" from Huo Xiaoli's mouth, Su Zheng's footsteps paused at the door.

And Huo Xiaoli, who turned his head, was also stunned on the spot.

……

The afternoon sun is dazzling.

Huo Xiaoli and Su Zheng sat in front of the innermost empty table, both hanging their heads and silent.

Su Zheng never thought that Huo Xiaoli would live here all these days.

Su Zheng asked, "Why do you work here?" Do you need money? ”

Huo Xiaoli shook his head: "No." ”

After Huo Xiaoli denied this question, he lowered his eyelashes and said, "I like tea art, come and learn from Sister Gong Lin." ”

"You can find me if you like, I ......"

Su Zheng frowned, halfway through his words, he couldn't go on.

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