Chapter 47

Is this here? "Qilian asked.

It seems to have passed, we have to go back from behind, "Jiang Xiaoyuan lowered her head and glanced at the navigation, then said," Forget it, it's not easy for your car to get in - either you stop at the intersection and I'll walk in myself

Qilian Yiyan parked the car at the intersection, and in front of them was a dusty villa area.

After many people have money, they like to buy a small villa in the suburbs and live next to a group of unreliable wealthy people. There are all kinds of wealthy people in the world, and there are both elegant and vulgar ones. Therefore, after living for a period of time, everyone will find that the "Tuscan" town and "Provence" style are all nonsense. As soon as the owners move in, the mainstream aesthetic of the community immediately changes - neighbors' big red couplets are posted, window decorations are arranged in a row, a quaint and childish pickle jar is placed next to the curtains of the second floor small floral decorations, and cucumbers and tomatoes are flourishing in the courtyard downstairs... All of these are combined with the European style interior decoration, forming a group in an instant. The famous mix and match style in the urban-rural fringe.

Jiang Bo gave her the address in this "World Park" that combines Chinese style countryside with European style architecture.

Jiang Xiaoyuan raised her hand and grabbed her toolbox, pushing open the car door to get out.

Qilian: "Wait, really don't you need me to go with you

Jiang Xiaoyuan waved her hand and said, "It's too troublesome. You'd better go back first. I'll take a taxi myself later

Qilian: "I've told you so much, aren't you scared at all

Jiang Xiaoyuan set up a pergola under the scorching sun and pointed out the villa complex in front of her, which exuded a lively atmosphere. "There are people living here, and if you stretch your neck next door, you can see whether other houses have carrots or cucumbers in their pickle jars. Even if she really wants to do something to me, she wouldn't choose to stay here. Besides, you don't know Jiang Bo. If he... that woman says something unpleasant, you'll be a stranger there, and he won't be able to come down

Qilian watched her without saying a word.

Jiang Xiaoyuan: "What are you doing

Qilian shook his head. He suddenly remembered the scene when he first met Jiang Xiaoyuan. She was so poor and destitute that she didn't even know where to eat or live. She was so hungry that she fainted at the entrance of McDonald's, and even generously lent the remaining few hundred yuan to someone else.

Qilian: "At first, I thought you had a bad temper, but in fact, you are quite good at considering other people's feelings

Jiang Xiaoyuan was caught off guard and didn't expect others to praise her directly in front of her. She choked up and said, "That's... not really

She paused awkwardly and said, "Actually, before I came to this time and space, I had a quarrel with Renmin, and my temper wasn't very good

When she worked at the hair salon, she made many enemies, and when she arrived at school, she would argue fiercely with Teacher Jiang. Sometimes, Jiang Xiaoyuan reflected on herself, feeling that her temper was probably born like a tattered rag, torn in one bucket.

After coming here for such a long time, doing so much, and enduring so much hardship, I suddenly feel that everyone is raised by their natural parents and has their own joys, sorrows, and sorrows - last winter, I was distributing flyers on the roadside and saw others walking past me coldly... Some people may even find it a bit sad that I am blocking the way, but they can understand. When I stand on the street, in the eyes of others, I may not be much different from the flower bed next to me, it is just a backdrop blocking the way. In fact, I used to think the same way before, but I just haven't experienced it and don't understand

She only spoils herself when she is wealthy, and only learns to treat others as if they were human when she is down.

Jiang Xiaoyuan finished speaking in one breath, feeling as if she had spoken too much in excitement, as if preaching to Qilian. She suddenly felt a bit ashamed. The air conditioning in the car somehow didn't work, and Jiang Xiaoyuan felt a breath of heat spreading from her neck to her ears. She didn't dare to look at Qilian's expression on the spot, and wished she could pick up the long speech just now and swallow it back. She quickly picked up her toolbox and ran away without looking back.

It wasn't until she found the house number on the text message that Jiang Xiaoyuan let out a choked breath in her chest. She peeked into the semi underground garage and saw the familiar pink sedan, knowing that her guess was correct - the text was probably sent by Jiang Bo's abnormal foster mother under her name.

Jiang Xiaoyuan took out the small mirror from her toolbox, carefully tidied up her appearance, confirmed that her image was good and suitable for combat, and then reached out to knock on the door.

A somewhat stiff female voice came from inside: 'Who is it?'

Jiang Xiaoyuan looked up at the camera and said to the intercom at the door, "Teacher Jiang asked me to provide styling services for a high-end client on his behalf

It says, "Wait

That tone sounded like sending someone to beg for food, and Jiang Xiaoyuan remained calm with a smile on her face that didn't break at all.

After a moment, the door opened and an old lady dressed as a nanny showed her face. The old lady opened the door with a very special gesture, leaving half open and half left, as if carefully scrutinizing Jiang Xiaoyuan through the crack in the door. Her eyes were filled with cold vigilance, and then she revealed a zombie like smile: "Here you are? Come in

Jiang Xiaoyuan didn't ask if she needed to change her shoes. She took out a pair of shoe covers from the side pocket of her toolbox and put them on. She walked in and saw the woman sitting there on the sofa in the living room.

What's this pervert called? "Jiang Xiaoyuan smiled and thought harshly," Fan Xiaoxiao or Fan Dada

Ms. Fan, who was "big and small," gave her a venomous snake like smile. Their family had a similar smile from the owner to the nanny, which could be described as "seeming afraid of people and wanting to harm others." There was a mysterious and mysterious look in Ms. Fan's eyes, and being scrutinized by such a gaze was like a thorn in her back.

Usually, when encountering such people on the street, Jiang Xiaoyuan must have avoided them as far as she could. However, when she stood still on the floor of this large mansion, her heart was strangely filled with a certain degree of certainty.

She thought that people in the world, whether they do good or bad things, can generally be divided into two types. One is the person who stands up to find solutions, takes risks and responsibilities when faced with problems. The other is the person who obeys the first type of person, provides help within their capabilities, or is completely useless and relies on the former wholeheartedly.

Jiang Xiaoyuan has always acted as the second type of person.

She listened to Mr. Chen at the barber shop, but now she is completely under the command of Mr. Jiang.

She is used to asking others for their opinions when she is at a loss, and then observing how others behave. At first, she learned from Chen Fangzhou and his unique slick and worldly skills, which she seemed to understand but did not. Later, she began to imitate Jiang Bo, looking at his appearance and making herself appear at ease at any time. She learned from him how to be fashionable, beautiful, and arrogant. Jiang taught her to be stylish even if it was cheap, and she took his words as her standard and executed them meticulously until now.

It seems that this way she won't make mistakes and be ridiculed, making her more adaptable to the environment.

And one day, she realized that if she always stared at others, always followed in their footsteps, like walking in a formation, she could never surpass the plane where others were.

One day, she discovered that the person she used to align and calibrate her life's path was just a mortal body, carrying even more burden, more powerless than she had imagined.

She lost her guidance and had to straighten herself up and become the first type of person on her own.

Jiang Xiaoyuan gathered her broken hair around her ear and greeted Ms. Fan appropriately without flattery, "Hello, are you the client for this time

Sit down, "Ms. Fan pointed kindly at the small sofa across from her," little girl, sit there

Jiang Xiaoyuan felt the other person's gaze scrutinizing her up and down, but she followed her and elegantly sat down on the small sofa. She took out a leather notebook from the top of the toolbox and said, "Can you tell me your requirements

Ms. Fan did not answer her question, giving Jiang Xiaoyuan a vague glance. She asked, "What is your relationship with Jiang Bo

Jiang Xiaoyuan replied calmly, "I used to be Professor Jiang's teaching assistant

Ms. Fan persisted and said, "I used to be a teaching assistant, but now what

Jiang Xiaoyuan said, "At this stage, I haven't found a new job yet, so I have to take on some personal work through my teacher. If I have to say, I will be considered a former teaching assistant

Ms. Fan reached out to cover her lips and giggled, "What does' former teaching assistant 'look like

Indeed, "Jiang Xiaoyuan replied," I'm afraid Weibo authentication won't pass. There's nothing I can do. I have my ID card, but I don't. What are your requirements for appearance

Ms. Fan took a deep look at her and pulled out a check from her pocket.

Jiang Xiaoyuan was inexplicably excited, her waist quietly straightened up in an unnoticed place, waiting to perform the long-awaited scene of "leaving my son".

I have a party with my friends tonight, "Ms. Fan said, maintaining a proper sitting posture. She danced wildly and tore off the check, handing it to Jiang Xiaoyuan." I heard that Jiang Bo is taking on a daily private job at this price. Do you think it's acceptable

This is nonsense. If there were no personal relationship, Mr. Jiang's market price would not be affordable for ordinary people. No one would spend such a large amount of money on daily makeup. Besides, Mr. Jiang is unwilling to take on such low-end work, so he has no price tag.

Jiang Xiaoyuan looked closely and her waist, which had been quietly straightened, collapsed silently - a thousand yuan was written on the cheque book.

Now she believes that Ms. Fan is indeed sick.

Ms. Fan: "What, is it missing

Jiang Xiaoyuan said sincerely, "A lot, it would be even better if we could give cash

Ms. Fan turned around and glanced at the second floor. Jiang Xiaoyuan followed her gaze and saw that the tall living room could reveal the bedroom on the second floor. One of the doors was tightly closed, almost revealing itself.

Jiang Xiaoyuan let out a deep sigh in her heart, unable to understand - no matter how thin Jiang Bo is, he is still a man close to 1.8 meters tall, and he should be able to carry a bucket of water to the fifth floor. How could he be locked up in an "attic with lettuce" by an old lady like Ms. Fan?

At this moment, Ms. Fan spoke up and said, "Can you give me a nail first? Do you know how to get a manicure

Jiang Xiaoyuan took out her nail tools and silently pulled her pampered hands, concentrating on her work with a premonition that she was going to play a major role.

Sure enough——

"Let's be honest," Ms. Fan sat straight, her eyes fell down on Jiang Xiaoyuan's face, and shed a holy light of mercy. With her unique eyes, the whole person looked like a bodhisattva originally created by a cult organization. "I know you are working for Jiang Bo's child now. I am his mother, and I actually invited you here today."

Jiang Xiaoyuan felt that if she pretended to be surprised again at this moment, it would be too fake. She was too lazy to play around and calmly provided basic care for Ms. Fan upon hearing this.

Ms. Fan: "I heard that you are preparing for a studio? Is that possible

Jiang Xiaoyuan smiled and said, "Don't you already know everything

Upon hearing this, Ms. Fan sighed with sadness, tears streaming down her face. Her sigh was full of twists and turns, but seeing that Jiang Xiaoyuan's reaction was average, she emphasized her tone and sighed again.

Her form and language all showed excellent talent for drama, and every movement and gesture seemed to be reciting lines, which made Jiang Xiaoyuan goosebumps all over her body. She had to look up and cooperate, "What's wrong with you

Ms. Fan stared at her with a burning gaze and said, "Child, I understand your young people's desire to make a career. I also hope that my son can integrate into society like a normal person, have a normal life, his own hobbies and career, but... sigh, I really can't bear to see you put in so much hard work in vain

Her empty hand opened and gripped her knee, her aged bones floating on top of her flesh, as if she had practiced the Nine Yin White Bone Claw.

He is abnormal, "Ms. Fan said with a mixture of seven parts alarmist talk, two parts feigned pain, and one part uncontrollable smile. Stubborn and neurotic, you have been willing to accompany him for so long. As a mother, I am truly grateful to you

Jiang Xiaoyuan looked at the woman in front of her in surprise, not knowing how she could say such words with emotion.

But I really can't bear to see your full hope go down the drain. This is his diagnosis, "Ms. Fan took out a document from the cabinet on one side." Although he looks normal, he can't do it outside for a long time. He can't stop taking medicine or leave me... Little girl, I'm really sorry for only confessing to you now. The economic losses you paid before, opening a list, can I supply you well? He really can't

Jiang Xiaoyuan looked at her, and for a moment, the living room was extremely quiet, with the sound of two women breathing lightly.

There was a sound of porcelain shattering from the tightly closed door on the second floor, and Ms. Fan's lips twitched slightly, but she held back.