Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

Ye Kong had no time to stop it.

As soon as I raised Erkang's hand, the ding-dong ding-dong sound of the ringing phone had already penetrated the rain curtain and spread lazily in the area.

Soon, the small screen at the door lit up, and a woman's sleepy voice came out: "Who is it... so early in the morning..."

"Hey, Old Qu, there's a girl here looking for your daughter. She must be a colleague, but I've never seen her before. She's just standing there like an idiot without even knocking on the door. I told her that you must be awake, but she didn't believe me, hahaha..."

Ye Kong: ...

She clearly didn't say anything, nor did she disbelieve it.

"Oh? Who is it? Is it Xiao Chen? Hasn't he been here several times before..."

The woman on the screen came closer, and the neighbor smiled and stepped aside, but the transparent umbrella that cost ten yuan had not yet been put up. The rain flowed across the umbrella, forming countless tributaries and streams, blurring the girl under the umbrella.

"Hello? Who are you? What can I do for Xiao Qu?"

"..."

The neighbor was also surprised and was about to speak, but he saw the girl silently take a deep breath and raise the umbrella.

Although she was still wearing a mask, the moment those eyes appeared on the screen, Qu's mother was stunned.

"Ye, Ye..."

She was so frightened that she lost all her sleepiness. She almost ran away and then ran back quickly, saying, "Wait for me, I'll open the door for you right away!"

After saying this, the man disappeared like a shadow.

Ye Kong: ...

"Ouch."

The neighbor was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Ye Kong in surprise: "Old Qu is usually very stable. I have never seen her so excited except when she received a big order or something about her daughter... You are from a prominent family, aren't you? Are you here to do big business?"

"..."

Why does she talk so much?

Ye Kong actually wanted to leave, but another awkward and complicated feeling made her stand there rooted. After a few seconds of silence, she reluctantly started chatting with this aunt who obviously loved gossip.

"Are you familiar with them?"

"We've been neighbors for ten years, so of course we know each other very well. My house was designed and decorated by Lao Qu, and I started and expanded her company. It was so hard back then. I had to work hard to make money, and I had to use the money I earned to look for my children everywhere. Tsk tsk..."

The neighbor looked at Ye Kong thoughtfully and said casually, "If you want to cooperate with her, she will never let you down. She is an absolute workaholic. None of the clients I introduced to her were dissatisfied."

Ye Kong: ...

Ye Kong smiled slightly: "I understand."

"Also, if you can't get along with her, you can talk to her daughter. Xiaoqu is also a good kid, a top student, and has good relationships with people. Recently, I often see her colleagues coming to play with her. You two look about the same age, so you will definitely be able to play together..."

The neighbor aunt was still trying her best to promote the Qu family's design company, and the sound of frantic running inside the door had already swept to the nearby area.

But as soon as I raised my eyes, the blue door was clicked open.

Then there was a creaking sound, revealing a yard with dark green grass and trees.

There were also people standing behind the door in slippers.

The neighbor aunt was stunned for a moment: "Old Qu, you put on makeup in such a short time?"

Ye Kong: ...

That's right, Mother Qu inside the door had not only changed out of her pajamas and put on a suit, she had even drawn her eyebrows and put on lipstick. If it weren't for the slippers on her feet, she would have been dressed completely for going to work - much more formal than ordinary work clothes, because Mother Qu rarely wore formal clothes even for work.

“It seems like a really big business.”

The neighbor aunt glanced at Ye Kong in confusion, as if she didn't expect such a young girl to have such great power. She quickly left and said, "Then I won't bother you anymore."

"Okay, thank you, Old Wu. I'll treat you to dinner some other day."

Mother Qu watched the neighbor leave and then turned her gaze to Ye Kong.

She took a deep breath and gave Ye Kong a relieved, solemn smile: "Xiao Kong, welcome to my home. I have been waiting for this day for a long, long time."

Ye Kong tightened his grip on the umbrella handle, and after a few seconds he reacted and bent his neck in a proper manner like a junior.

Mother Qu suppressed her joyful look, made way for her, and gestured: "Come in."

Ye Kong walked past the lamp she had seen before.

The bluestone slabs soaked by rain were very clean. Flowers and plants were everywhere in her peripheral vision as she walked. It was obvious that the owner had taken great care of this yard. Every cluster of flowers was blooming freshly and beautifully. Some branches had signs for draining water. She glanced over and found that they were still the paintings she had drawn, most of which were waste paper that Qu Wu had secretly taken away.

Ye Kong withdrew his gaze, put away his umbrella, and walked into the room.

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"Has Xiaokong eaten yet?...Oh, he definitely hasn't eaten yet! It's so early, did you come here as soon as you got up? Or did you stay up late?"

The woman was horrified: "You didn't stay up all night, did you?"

She asked Ye Kong to change his shoes while walking hurriedly into the house: "I'm just making breakfast for Wu, take a look and see what you want to eat and I'll make it for you!"

"Just take a look around! I think the design of my aunt's house is pretty good. I wonder if it will suit the taste of a great artist like you."

The woman kept talking, her expression excited but also a little shy: "Awu never told me that you were an immortal demon. In fact, we are barely half colleagues. I also studied painting. Of course, compared with you, I am just a stinky businessman, but..."

"Not a stinky businessman."

Ye Kong said the first words after meeting.

She changed her shoes and looked at a painting hanging in the entrance.

It was obviously drawn by Qu's mother, and the picture showed Qu Wu grinning.

Although it is hard to imagine Qu Wu laughing like this naturally, if she was going to be a model, she might really do so.

The background should be the yard outside.

The lush and carefully cared-for flowers and plants surrounded Qu Wu's deliberately exaggerated laughter, which was so powerful that one could not help but laugh along at first sight.

At the same time, people outside the painting will involuntarily feel a liking for the protagonist in the painting, or even like him or her - because that's what a paintbrush is like.

Every line is filled with love that is about to overflow.

Ye Kong stared at the painting, and the corners of his mouth curved under the mask: "You draw very well."

Mother Qu opened her mouth and raised her hands to cover her red face.

What Ye Kong saw when he turned around was the aunt's shy face.

Ye Kong: ...

She coughed: "Do you have something cooking in the pot?"

"Oh! My porridge!"

Mother Qu immediately woke up from her shyness and ran to the kitchen.

Ye Kong walked in behind her and took off his mask.

"What do you want for breakfast, Xiaokong? You can order food. Auntie's refrigerator is fully stocked."

Ye Kong was silent for a moment, but still did not refuse: "I will eat whatever you cook..."

She sat down on the sofa and asked again, "Has Qu Wu not risen yet?"

"Oh, yes! How about you go up and wake her up?"

Ye Kong: ...

Reluctantly, she sat still and pretended not to hear.

The woman was stirring porridge in the kitchen and glanced at her secretly, with an uncontrollable smile in her eyes.

Fortunately, they didn't need to continue discussing this topic. There were footsteps coming from upstairs, followed by Qu Wu's dazed and impatient voice: "Mom, who is here so early in the morning?"

She leaned her head out from the railing like a boneless person, and her sleepy eyes from under her messy hair met the gaze of the guest on the sofa with resentment.

The girl leaned against the sofa, her chin slightly raised, her cold black eyes staring at her quietly.

Qu Wu: ...