Daddy spoils his wife 100 points

"But I lied. I said that my parents died unexpectedly on the construction site, and the other party also ran away. I was homeless and had no money. I came out to find a job and support myself."

Song Qingyu smiled a little shyly, and continued to tell her story.

After hearing Song Qingyu's story, the proprietress didn't have any doubts, because in her opinion, people like Song Qingyu were the most deceitful.

"Son, if you don't mind, stay in our store and help me clean up and do chores. I'll cover the board and lodging, and I'll give you 600 per month as a salary. Do you think it's okay?"

Song Qingyu was both surprised and grateful, so he stayed.

She was originally clever and quick-witted, and the proprietress liked her very much.

Here, Song Qingyu doesn't have to worry about board and lodging, and the proprietress is also very kind to her, because the proprietress herself also had a daughter, but passed away due to illness two years ago.

Therefore, being as good to Song Qingyu as to his own daughter, this also made up for the lack of maternal love in Song Qingyu's heart these years.

The proprietress is a divorced woman, but she is very strong. She opened a shop by herself, and she gritted her teeth and finished all the hard work.

Now with Song Qingyu, the two share the burden together, and life is getting easier and better.

But the good times didn't last long, Song Qingyu's quiet and ordinary life here was only two short months, and everything was broken by an unexpected guest.

It was a sunny day, Song Qingyu was clearing up a table of leftovers when someone came in.

Song Qingyu didn't turn around, but greeted skillfully, "Welcome, the menu is on the table."

But then her wrist, which was busy collecting the bowl, was pinched by someone with such strength that she might run away.

Song Qingyu felt that any more strength, the wrist bones might be broken!
"Good job, you little bitch! I've worked so hard to find it!"

Song Qingyu just heard this familiar voice, the hairs all over his body stood on end, his mind went blank, and he couldn't say a word.

How did he find her?Obviously she has run to such a far town!

She has never met an acquaintance here, how could he find her?

The proprietress who was counting the inventory at the back heard the noise in front and hurried out to take a look.

All I saw was a man viciously grabbing Song Qingyu's wrist, and kept cursing.

The proprietress picked up the kitchen knife and rushed over, "You old wretch! Let go! Get out!"

The proprietress regarded the man in front of her as a scoundrel who picked quarrels and caused trouble.

In fact, during Song Qingyu's two months here, this sort of thing happened a lot, because Song Qingyu's appearance was really outstanding.

"I'm her father! You tell me to get out? You get out of my way!"

Song Qingyu's father spat thick phlegm on the clean floor and cursed.

"Stop farting! This child's parents are dead long ago! Where did you come from, you bastard! Get out of here! Otherwise, the knife in my hand won't have eyes!"

The proprietress is still domineering.

A widow can support a restaurant on a street, not just by hard work.

"Mother Zhao, I, I don't know him!" Song Qingyu made up his mind and said these words in front of the two of them.

The proprietress asked Song Qingyu to hide in the kitchen. She held a kitchen knife by herself, scolded and threatened, and finally drove Song Qingyu's father away.

Then the proprietress closed the door of the restaurant, and they lived in the back half of the restaurant.

After closing the door, she hurried to visit Song Qingyu. Today's gangster is indeed much scarier than those gangsters in the past.

"Xiaoyu, are you scared?" The proprietress asked with concern.

Song Qingyu's heart was in a mess at this moment.

On the one hand, she has to endure the deception of the proprietress silently, on the other hand, she is worried that that person will come to her again.

"Mother Zhao, I'm sorry, I might have to leave here."

Song Qingyu finished this sentence with difficulty, not daring to look into the proprietress' eyes, probably because she was afraid of seeing her disappointed and hurt eyes.

The proprietress was indeed stunned, "Xiaoyu, don't be afraid, I will protect you! I won't let you get hurt!"

Shaking her head lightly, Song Qingyu said softly, "I don't want to cause you trouble, it's already difficult for you to open the door and do business alone.

I really can't bear to let you often solve these things for me. It affects your business too much. I'd better leave. "

In the end, Song Qingyu didn't have the courage to reveal the truth to the proprietress.

No matter how the proprietress tried to persuade her to stay, Song Qingyu firmly wanted to leave.

In the end, looking at the stubborn Song Qingyu, the proprietress not only gave her this month's salary, but also gave her an extra 5 yuan.

Song Qingyu didn't want life or death, and was forcefully stuffed by the proprietress.

"Silly boy! I don't know you yet? In order to save money, you would rather eat a bowl of white rice soaked in vinegar and chili for [-] yuan.

If you have no money, you will be wronged wherever you go. Treat this money as I lent you. When you think of me in the future, come back and see me. "

The proprietress also had red eyes, exhorting her earnestly.

The two eventually embraced and wept.

Song Qingyu simply packed some bags. Although she can earn money now, she still maintains a very frugal habit.

The salary for these two months was 1200, and when she left, she still had 1200 in her hand.

In addition to the 5000 yuan given by the proprietress, Song Qingyu took this huge wealth and set foot on the train to the provincial capital.

The proprietress was on the platform, waving away Song Qingyu with red eyes, and Song Qingyu also burst into tears in the carriage.

This was the first person who treated her so well after she escaped from the village.

"Mother Zhao, I'm sorry, please forgive me for deceiving you."

As the train gradually pulled out of the platform, Song Qingyu leaned on the window, thinking silently in his heart.

The day and night journey made Song Qingyu feel uncomfortable.

Narrow and crowded seats, mixed with various strange smells in the air:

The smell of food, the sour smell of someone who hasn't bathed for a long time, and the smell of feet and farts.

Song Qingyu endured sleepiness and hunger and thirst, she sat on the seat with her schoolbag tightly in her arms, and never took a step away.

The bag contained all her belongings, and the thousands of dollars, in her opinion, was enough for her to live for a long, long time.

Finally, it was time to get off the train. When Song Qingyu got off the train, her legs and feet were numb, which was the result of sitting for a long time.

Blindly following the flow of people out of the station, the bustling and noisy city, row upon row of high-rise buildings, continuous flow of vehicles, people coming and going on the street.

All these brought Song Qingyu fresh visual stimulation.

"Little sister! Where are you going? Take a taxi?"

Song Qingyu looked around in confusion, and people around him kept coming up to ask the same question, but Song Qingyu shook his head and refused.

"I don't even know where I'm going. For me, this strange provincial capital is as small and helpless as a fish strayed into the sea from a stream."

Song Qingyu smiled bitterly.