"Can……"

"Did anyone tell you something?"

Jiuer pouted. She was ten years old. The girl was precocious and thoughtful. She always felt that she was sowing discord by talking about her biological family in front of Sister Guozi. She shook her head: "No."

Wen Guo seemed to notice it and touched her head: "No matter who said anything in front of you, don't take it seriously. I'll treat you as my own sister, don't have any ideological burden, do you know?"

Jiuer was still a child after all, and because of Wen Guo's words, she became happy again: "Yes!"

When I returned to the room, the master's voice came from outside: "Mr. Sheng is here."

"Just call me Huaijin, I'm so arrogant."

Wen Guoxiang's honest voice: "I always think that it's too presumptuous to call a big man like you."

"You're so serious."

Sheng Huaijin entered Wen Guo's room, Wen Guo looked up and smiled at him: "Look at my master's fearless tone."

Sheng Huaijin walked to the table and saw her painting a picture of a hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix. Jinghui Printing Factory asked Wen Guo to draw it, and then they made a mold to print it in batches. The people like to hang such festive, auspicious and lively paintings at home during the Chinese New Year. There are many brush strokes of this painting. She has been drawing for a long time. The deadline is only three days, so she feels that Zhou Ting insists on her paintings for her is unreasonable.

Of course, work is the priority.

"I heard I've worked for a day."

Wen Guo smiled and said, "I will be relieved soon. After painting this picture, I will have no work on hand. I can have a leisurely winter vacation."

Wen Li brought in a cup of hot tea: "Mr. Sheng drank tea, and added red dates and big fruits, and some white sugar."

Sheng Huaijin nodded and thanked: "I'm in trouble."

Wen Li reached out and wiped his hands on his sleeve, wondering he was embarrassed: "You're welcome."

After saying that, he lifted the curtain and ran out. Wen Guo's master and his wife were both kind-hearted people.

Even though Sheng Huaijin didn't like to eat sweets, he still drank half a cup and felt warm.

Wen Guo opened the drawer, took out an envelope, and handed it to Sheng Huaijin: "Hey, half, I'll give it back to you first."

Sheng Huaijin put down the warm cup and took the envelope: "What?"

"five hundred."

Sheng Huaijin sighed without a trace, but she remembered it very clearly when she returned the money, but he also said at that time that he thought it was lent to her, and now there is no reason not to accept it.

Forget it, she hoped that she had bought the house by herself. He didn't force her, so he put the envelope into his coat pocket: "Why so fast?"

"I have worked overtime recently and have drawn a lot. Our Director Xue also gave me a bonus. The total amount is 500."

Sheng Huaijin rubbed her hair: "I just want to pay off the money I gave me?"

Wen Guo nodded: "Of course, who likes to owe debts?"

Sheng Huaijin wanted to tell her that it was not worthy of what I owe me, but I would just forget it: "The body is important, don't be so anxious, you have to combine work and rest."

"It's OK. Go to bed at 11 o'clock every day and get up at 7 o'clock in the morning. You're very sleepy."

"The day after tomorrow Zhaoying's New Year's Eve dinner, you... come on."

Wen Guo suddenly became nervous: "Ah?"

Sheng Huaijin frowned and her slender fingers fell on her chin: "What? You don't want to?"

Wen Guo stammered: "Which identity should I go?" Sheng Huaijin narrowed his eyes: "What do you think?"
Chapter completed!