Chapter 1167 What the Hell Is This?

As she got closer, her voice became louder and louder. It was true that she was crying, and she was still a man.

She followed the sound. The sound didn't sound like a howling ghost, but just like someone crying sadly. It made everyone who listened couldn't help but feel a little sad. She gently opened the door.

I saw a man writing something with a pen at this time, but he was crying while writing.

A tall man of nearly 1.8 meters, he was crying like a child at this time, almost bursting into tears, but even so, he still concentrated on completing the work in hand.

Xia Ruoxin looked at her watch. It was past ten o'clock. She got off work late just because there was something going on here. Of course, it was also because Chu Lu was coming over soon. Therefore, she was confident. Otherwise, she would not have been busy so late. Instead of going home.

The calligraphy and painting studio gets off work at five o'clock, because it is not the busy season recently, and there are no large-scale painting exhibitions or the like, so everyone leaves early after get off work. Why is there still someone here?

And this person seemed to be Xu Ziru, whom she had always admired.

But, what is he crying about, a grown man?

There must be something to cry about. She didn't want to embarrass anyone. When she was about to leave, she heard Xu Ziru crying even louder.

A man could cry like this, and she didn't know what happened. Xia Ruoxin couldn't bear it.

Forget it, she turned around and knocked on the door.

When he heard the sound of the door, Xu Congzi couldn't help but be startled, and the color on his face also faded a little.

"Xu Congru, it's me, I'm Lu Xiaohua."

Xia Ruoxin stood at the door and said it was closed, so as not to be regarded as a ghost by Xu Ziru.

And sure enough, as soon as her voice rang out, Xu Ziru's face, which had been pale, began to relax.

It's Mr. Lu.

Xu Ziru quickly wiped away his tears and went over to open the door, but his expression was awkward.

"Mr. Lu, haven't you gone back yet?"

And he had a very good impression of Mr. Lu who came by air. Although the twenty-six-six-seven-year-old woman was from a wealthy family, she was not arrogant at all, and her whole body was full of intelligence and easy-going. Of course, , not just here for fun, but actually working. For such a boss, Xu Ziru feels very good. At least, she will not close the studio due to defeat.

"I'll work overtime for a while, and I'll go back soon," Xia Ruoxin replied, then walked over and picked up the half-finished work drawing that Xu Ziru was drawing. This was a trademark for an e-commerce company, and there were a few pages left. Drawing pages.

The handwriting also feels somewhat similar to Sun Zhong's, and Sun Zhong's style is relatively popular in the industry.

No, she felt that this should have been painted by Sun Zhong.

But she saw Xu Ziru finish painting this and this with her own eyes, and it was obvious that he would continue to finish half of them.

Her guess was indeed correct. Sun Zhong came in relying on Wu Sha's relationship and plagiarized other people's works. Even if he was related, he could not do this.

What is the difference between stealing and being a thief?

Let's not mention these for now, she will take care of them. If she can't control even this, then she would rather not have this painting and calligraphy studio.

"Can I know what you're crying about?"

Xia Ruoxin asked Xu Ziru if it was because of overtime work or something at home.

Xu Ziru was stunned for a moment, then he slowly knelt down, covering his face and saying nothing, then bursts of choking sounds, and finally started to cry loudly.

"My daughter is sick, but I have to work overtime. If I don't finish this, I won't get paid. If I don't have money, how can I treat my daughter? How can I live with my daughter?" He came from the countryside. He got married early, but his wife died early in childbirth, leaving him with only one daughter. The child was also frail and sick since childhood. He had no choice but to work around. Finally, with some talent for painting, he entered Wu Sha's institute. He became a painter in this calligraphy and painting studio, and Sun Zhong was there at the time. Sun Zhong took a fancy to his paintings and reached a private agreement with him. From now on, his paintings will no longer be his. Instead, he became Sun Zhong's, and Sun Zhong would give him a large sum of money to seal his reputation. He could find a small house to live in here and have money to treat his daughter's illness, so he sold his works. Sell ​​your personality.

"Is the child sick now?" Xia Ruoxin didn't know much, but she heard clearly that the child was sick.

Yes, she was sick, and she is still sick. There was a lot of bloodshot eyes in Xu Ziru's eyes. She stayed up late and was worried about her daughter. "I asked a neighbor to help take care of the child. The neighbor said that the child is now Still having a fever, let me take the child to the hospital.”

Yes, he asked others to take care of him. They were just paid to help take care of him for a while, but they couldn't keep him there every day. He didn't have money to hire a full-time nanny for his daughter. All his money was taken from him. I came to treat my daughter.

Xia Ruoxin's cell phone rang in her bag, and she knew it was Chu Lu. She took out her phone and put it to her ear.

"Did something happen? Why don't you come out now?" Chu Lu looked at the time and said he would come out around ten o'clock. It was almost half past ten.

"Give me a moment, I have some things to deal with," Xia Ruoxin didn't have time to explain too much to Chu Lu now. She hung up the phone, then reached out and patted Xu Ziru's shoulder.

"Don't cry yet. You and I will take the child to the hospital first. It's not a trivial matter for the child to have a fever."

However, Xu Ziru didn't dare. The work had not been completed yet, and his daughter often had fever. Every time she was sent, the child had already had a fever and was tired. But if there was no job and the salary was deducted, the child would There is no way to cure the disease.

"I will make up for your missing salary."

Xia Ruoxin stood up and opened the door, "Let's go, no matter how much money you make, if something happens to the child, you can't buy it back with all your money." And she was actually no stranger to Xu Ziru's powerlessness. , at that time, she and Xiao Yudian also lived such a life. Zeng Jin had no way out, and Zeng Jin was also helpless. They came here. Although it was very hard along the way, they did not come here, but Xu Ziru, As for his daughter, no one knows.

Xu Ziru didn't react at first, but soon he wiped away his tears and stood up quickly.

Chu Lu gently tapped the steering wheel with his fingers from time to time.

It's been so long. Could it be that something happened?

He opened the car door and as soon as he got out, he saw Xia Ruoxin coming out, followed by a very decadent man.

He narrowed his eyes, where was the ghost?

Xia Ruoxin opened the car door. Chu Lu's car door was not very easy to open. He had not opened it a few times and he really didn't know where to open it. It was just because he had such a hobby.