He Is Warmer Than Time

I'm really afraid of something. This day, it was Friday, Zhong Qi got off work and drove back to Jinghai Garden's ‘her’ bungalow. As soon as he parked the car, he heard the sound of an engine coming from behind.

When I looked back, I was so scared that my soul was gone. It was Mrs. Su who was here. Mrs. Su was wearing a well-made dark purple cashmere coat and a light gray cashmere scarf around her neck. She looked graceful and luxurious.

She was so scared that she hurried over with a smile on her face: "Mrs. Su, why are you here?"

Han Ping smiled: "A friend at home sent some abalones, and I will give you some."

Zhong Qi was so anxious that his head was sweating: "Thank you for your kindness."

Han Ping asked the driver to hold down a large box of abalones, and then walked to the yard: "They are all big abalones, which are very nourishing."

Zhong Qi didn't dare to hold Mrs. Su from letting her in, so she could only bite the bullet and walk into the bungalow.

She could only pray secretly in her heart that her mother would not ruin her good deeds.

After entering the bungalow, she saw Zhong Qi doing sanitation in the living room, and Zhong Qi's heart suddenly raised her throat.

Han Ping was a little surprised, turned her head to look at Zhong Qi: "This is..."

Zhong Qi stared at her mother nervously. Her mother was holding a rag in her hand and behaved a little cautiously. Zhong Qi stared at her, and then said every word: "She...she is my distant relative, who came to visit the city. Son, help me out here, cleaning, cooking, etc. I'll be back in a while."

After speaking, she stared at her mother nervously, fearing that her mother would pierce her if she didn't agree with her.

Mother Zhong's hand trembled slightly, she stared at Zhong Qi like this, and after a long time she finally squeezed out an awkward smile: "Hello madam, I...I will pour you a cup of tea."

Zhong Qi finally breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, her mother was still a bit sensible and didn't expose her.

Han Ping held the posture of an adjutant wife and smiled kindly: "I'm sorry to trouble you."

Zhong Qi led her to the sofa, and Han Ping looked at Zhong Qi with satisfaction: "You child is quite kind."

In Han Ping's eyes, Zhong Qi can be regarded as helping poor relatives, so she naturally thinks she is kind.

Zhong Qi stroked her hair uncomfortably: "If you can help, it's not easy for them."

Mother Zhong brought the brewed tea and gently brought it to Han Ping. Han Ping glanced at her and smiled and said to Zhong Qi: "Don't say it, she looks a bit similar to you. "

Mother Zhong was startled, her hand shook, and the tea spilled out, which happened to be on Han Ping's high-end leather boots.

Zhong Qi suddenly raised her voice: "Auntie, why are you frivolous? What should you do if you break Mrs. Su's leather shoes?"

Mother Zhong was at a loss, picked up the rag on the side, and whispered: "Ma'am, I'll wipe it for you."

Zhong Qi said impatiently: "That is a rag, used to polish Mrs. Su's shoes, do you think it is appropriate?"

Han Ping waved her hand: "It's okay, just a pair of leather shoes, it doesn't matter."

Zhong Qi felt that she had lost her favor in front of Mrs. Su with such a fierce spirit, and quickly said: "Mrs. Su, I am afraid that my distant relative will cause you trouble. Don't worry about it. She has just come to a big city and has never seen the world. ."

Han Ping smiled: "It's okay."

Zhong Qi watched Mrs. Su carefully, and made sure that Mrs. Su was not suspicious or unhappy, and he was completely relieved.