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Joe still remembers Sheng Qiao.

The last time she came to the house, she was standing downstairs. Although she was far from seeing the appearance, she was inexplicably intimate. At this moment, I was close, and I saw her little white face, and her eyes were red, and she was wronged.

Qiaomu’s heart was unbearably unbearable. The inexplicable intimacy made her shake her hand in a wheelchair and reached out to hold Sheng’s hand. Wen said: “It’s called Joe Joe? What’s wrong, talk to Auntie, what is wronged? ?"

The tears that Sheng Qiao finally endured were really coming out again.

She bit her tongue and bitterly, and her pain returned to her tears. Her lips smirked and she squatted in front of Qiao: "No grievances, I saw that the verdict was finally down, especially happy, and wept so much."

Qiaomu looked at her and smiled more distressed. She touched her head and said, "This is a good thing. Don't cry. Don't you eat when you come over?"

Sheng Qiao originally wanted to say that he ate, but she was too greedy for her mother's gentleness and couldn't help but sigh softly: "Not yet."

"Why haven’t eaten so late, so it’s not good for the stomach. Xiao Yu, let Zhang Ma do some food.”

Qiao Yu was helpless at the side: "Mom, Zhang Ma is on vacation."

Qiaomu reacted and patted Sheng Qiao’s hand and smiled: “The aunt gave you what, Jojo wants to eat?”

Sheng Joe **** his nose: "I can eat bowl noodles."

Qiao Yu: "...I still go. Mom, Sheng Qiao brings you a New Year gift, you talk first."

The words turned and went to the kitchen.

Sheng Qiao finished talking with Joe, and got up and said hello to Joe. "Uncle...uncle."

Father Joe laughed. "Good, last time, at the door, is you?"

The businessman was agile, looking at this familiar face, and finally remembered the girl who cried and screamed at the door that night a few months ago. It seems that at that time, the kid at home had a problem with the girl.

Sheng Qiao is particularly embarrassed: "I was in the wrong place that day." She quickly shifted the topic and took the prepared gift. "This is a New Year gift for you. This is my uncle, the authentic one I bought from my friends." Local snow scorpion. This is for the aunt, is the leg moxibustion instrument, winter leg cold, this can make you warmer."

The sledge was dragged by the bell to help him buy it at his hometown. The moxibustion instrument was chosen by her to go to the mall.

"Shantou really has a heart." Joe loved to eat snow, although it is not a valuable gift, but both are in line with the heart, see Sheng Qiao's eyes more and more like.

Sheng Qiao pushed her mother to the sofa and three people sat down.

Father Joe said: "What is the lawsuit of Shantou? Xiaoyu has already solved it for you?"

"It’s all solved." She thought about it and said it briefly, and did not hide the luo. Qiao has always been soft-hearted, listening to her so calm tone, think about what she said in her mouth, the father committed suicide, luo photo, twenty years of overlord contract, really tears have to be heard.

Joe is also too angry: "This kind of company is really deceiving too much! I think it will die sooner or later!"

Qiao Yu walked out of the kitchen with a bowl of noodles: "You still care about your own company. Haven't the project been taken recently?"

Father Joe waved his hand and motioned him not to mention it.

Face is a regular noodles, Qiao Yu will only do this, Sheng Qiao thanked, sitting on the small stool in front of the coffee table to eat. She used to love sitting here to eat, watching TV while eating, I don’t know how many times I was told by my mother.

The family is very happy. She ate her brother's face and listened to the voice of her father and mother. For a moment, I thought I was Chaucer. The unexpected life brought about by the car accident a few months ago seems to be just a dream.

Sheng Qiao finished eating and took the bowl to the kitchen. Father said: "Let, let Xiao Yu wash."

Sheng Qiao: "Without Dad, I will come by myself."

Qiao Yu: "???"

Joe: "???"

Qiao Mu: "???"

Sheng Qiao, who knows what to do, ":"

Sorry, the mouth is scooped up.

Joe asked his eyes and asked Qiao Yu: Is this called Dad?

Qiao Yu: ...

Not me, I don't, I didn't do anything.

Sheng Qiao feels that as an entertainer who is about to become an actor, this time there is a need for acting. She sucked her nose and licked her mouth. How could she look pitiful: "Sorry, uncle... You are so kind to me, just like my own mom and dad, I haven’t called Dad for a long time, just for a moment... ..."

Originally it was installed, the more uncomfortable it was, the more it was, the tears fell out.

Qiao Yu handed the paper to her in a hurry.

Sheng Qiao suppressed his sadness. "Sorry, my uncle and uncle, my mood is too fluctuating tonight. Time is not early, I will go first. I will come back to you next time. I wish you a happy New Year and good health in advance."

Three people took her to the door.

After a few more words, Sheng Qiao turned and left, I couldn’t help it, and hugged my body and hugged my mother. She buried her head in her neck and smelled the familiar taste of her mother. She whispered: "Auntie, you and my mother seem to be sitting in a wheelchair."

From her voice, Qiaomu heard the trembling crying, heart-like pain, and gently patted her back. "I often come to play at home after that, and Auntie will give you a good meal."

"Ok!"

......

The three looked at her as she drifted away in the night, and Joe said: "You have to be good at people in the future."

Qiao Yu: "???"

No, why should I be better for her? She is just my client! ! !

Sheng Joe cried as he walked, staring at no one at night, crying unscrupulously. She has been crying for a long time. Who can cry for?

When I walked out of the community, a car came on the scene, and the high beam light hit her face. Sheng Joe raised his hand and blocked it. The next moment, the high beam light went dark and changed to the low beam. Sheng Qiao nodded slightly and thanked the owner.

The car stopped next to her, and the window slowly descended, revealing the slightly wrinkled face of Horsh's eyebrows.

The tears are the same as the faucet. When she says that she accepts it, she quickly raises her hand and wipes the tears on her face. The eyes are still red, and the smile is big and bright. "Horch! It’s so good, I met you again. It!"

Horch frowned deeper, and he looked in the direction of Joe's home.

It seems that every time her emotional volatility is related to the family.

He pressed the lock and "get on the bus first."

Sheng Qiao shook his head quickly: "No, I have already called the car, and there is still one kilometer! You are going back!"

Horch whispered: "It is not safe to take a taxi at night. Come up."

The kindness from the attachment of Aidou is totally irresistible. Sheng Joe canceled the order for the car and pulled the door to sit up.

The car is very warm. There is also a record of her home address in the navigator. After entering it, Horch turns to the front of the car. Sheng Qiao still sat in the back row, took the indictment out and said happily: "Horse, you see, I canceled the appointment."

He glanced down and said, "Congratulations."

Sheng Qiaomei, his hands on his knees, holding his face, relying on him, "There have been many brokerage companies to contact me in the past few days, I will sign a new company after the end of the year."

Horch glanced at her through the rearview mirror. "Which companies are there?"

Sheng Qiao counted his fingers and counted him again.

Horch listened quietly. "How do you think about it?"

"I prefer Hess and Qian Tang. Although the resources of these two families are not the best, the style is more suitable for me."

Horch didn't talk for a long time, the car galloped on the street in the winter night, and the atmosphere inside the car was silent. Sheng Qiao leaned back, for a long time, heard Horch said: "Do you know that I opened the studio?"

"Of course I know."

"My studio can also sign people."

"..."

He is not in a hurry: "So, consider my studio?"

Sheng Qiao: "..."

No, don't think about it.

Sheng Qiao didn't talk, Horch was not in a hurry, so she went back to her house silently, Horch stopped in the garage, Sheng Qiao held the indictment: "Then I left, thank you for sending me back to worship!"

Pull the door and find that it can't be pulled.

Horch did not unlock.

He turned around, his body tilted slightly, and the space inside the car was small. Sheng Qiao was forced by him to cling to the cushion and dare not move.

Horch smiled and said: "You haven't answered me yet."

Sheng Qiao’s mouth is screaming, “I... I don’t think so good...”

"Oh? What do you think is not so good? Is the resource in my studio not very good, or is the studio owner not very good?"

"..."

Breathing is interlaced, and the light and shadow are dim.

For a long time, I heard Sheng Qiao whispered: "I am not good."

Horch looked at her quietly.

She took courage to look at him. "Hoch, you know. If I go to your studio, how much criticism and trouble will be brought to you. Those who like you will be disappointed, maybe Will get rid of powder. Other people in the circle can't understand your kindness, and they will look at you with a colored vision, and they will talk about you in private."

Her teenagers are like snow in the mountains and the moon in the night.

She couldn't bear to have a sloppy look on him.

She licked her lips and smiled at him: "So, still don't. Thank you for helping me, I am really happy."

Horch looked at her for a while, turned and pressed to lock.

He snorted and he didn't look back. Sheng Qola opened the door and the cold air came in. She said softly: "Hoch, I wish you a happy New Year in advance."

She got out of the car, closed the door, and ran into the elevator all the way.

Horch looked at the elevator door that was slowly closed, the voice control lights were dark, and the garage was silent.

She said such a big reason, will bring him to the criticism, will disappoint the fans, will be discussed by others, the sentence is reasonable, the words are being considered for him.

She never thought about it once, and signed his studio, what kind of trouble she would bring to her.

She refused him, not afraid of getting into trouble.

But worried that he was hurt.

Horch started the car. The roaring sounds loudly the garage's voice-activated lights.

In the roar, there was a low voice of the boy: "Happy New Year."