"It's really tiring to take care of the child. The key is to live in my son's house. I'm not comfortable, I'm a poor person. As the young man said, there is a generation gap. When parents come to take care of him, the daughter-in-law will definitely feel more comfortable. It's no better than me, a mother-in-law."

"At the beginning, I was working as a nanny for ordinary people, with 6,000 yuan a month, and 2,000 yuan a month. Milk powder may not be enough, and diapers must be enough."

"Later, the family went abroad and I was introduced to someone with good conditions, with 8,000 yuan a month."

"After the lady, it's so much rising all of a sudden."

Mrs. Chen talked about everything about family matters.

This is an area that Qi Ning has never been exposed to before, and she listened very seriously for a while.

She thought that she would live such a life in the future?

Will there be husbands and children, and there will be daughters-in-law or son-in-law or grandchildren in the future?

Life is full of rush, from life to death, it seems that it is busy.

She appreciates Chen's attitude towards life, but when she thinks that she will repeat this kind of life in the future, she feels panic.

It's hard to explain.

**

When Qi Wang came back from get off work, he looked up and saw Qi Ning on the balcony on the third floor.

When I got closer, I found that there was a painting board in front of her, as if she was painting.

Parked the car, changed into home shoes and headed straight to the third floor.

He knocked on the door at the door of the room, and heard the person inside allowing him to enter, so he pushed the door open and entered.

When I walked forward, the painting was already a semi-finished product. It was the scene in front of me, and it was the dusk scene with the red sun set and the colorful clouds everywhere.

"I'm good at painting skills." She had studied it for a few years before, and she always felt that the painting was superficial.

There is only technology, no soul.

The picture in front of me gives people a shocking feeling.

Wash the oil paint pen in your hand in a bucket and throw it into the box next to it.

He held his hands together and stretched his waist.

“I came back today quite early.”

Qi Wang went downstairs with her, "The Chinese New Year is coming soon, so the company's people need to slow down. Some people are taking care of their families, and they have to go to their mother-in-law's house in the first month of the year, which is not suitable for having dark circles."

"You don't have the mother-in-law's house to run away." This tone and the casual eyebrows and expression were like bone-transparent steel needles, piercing the young uncle.

Qi Huang pressed his chest and looked sad and angry, "Listen, is this human word you said?"

He is now the head of the Qi family, so why should he find a father-in-law and mother-in-law to press on his head?

I've been enough, so I'll go to be my son?

"Where is Ning Sui?"

"I've gone back. I'm going to celebrate Christmas there, which is different from us." Mr. Qi Si raised his hand and bent his arms, put his elbow on his niece's shoulder. "My feelings for Ning Sui are just like you are for Shi Yan, very simple."

Qi Ning: "..." Then aren't you getting married yet?

She didn't make it clear.

Who made her feelings so shameless?

**

Mr. Shi moved, right in the high-rise residential building on the street opposite the Qi family’s old house.

And Mr. Shi also planned his next itinerary.

I went to Qi's house for the New Year's Eve dinner during the Chinese New Year.

At the end of the year, the nanny of Qi's family was going home, so he could take the chef at home.

After that, there will be various fresh vegetables, meat, melons, and fruits sent from farms around the world.

He raised his wife.

At this moment, Shi Yan received news of the death of the old lady of the Cheng family.

Hearing the words of the special assistant, he frowned deeply.

Thinking of the smell of the past, I feel uncomfortable all over.

He could even bear the star beast, and he hated the old man's smell from the bottom of his heart.

"Sir!" the special assistant spoke softly, "Are you going?"

Shi Yan slowly groped through the wooden box on the desk, with a lazy tone, "She is also worthy."

"..." OK, the Cheng family is really not worthy.

"Let me go over and eat incense sticks, don't go." Otherwise, Han Ming would have to be isolated by him for at least one week.

This is a special assistant he cultivated in ten years, and it is easy to use.

Han Ming didn't think much and nodded and went out to do business.

**

New Year's ago, Mr. Qi Si was preparing to recruit people.

The old house is too big and there is no way to take care of it if there are few people.

When Mr. Qi was still alive, more than 60 people from Qi's family were helping servants in the old house.

Now there are only three of them left in the family, so there is no need to be so many, more than thirty people are enough.

The main reason is that the flowers and plants in the huge courtyard need to be taken care of, and the hygiene of large buildings needs to be maintained.

Relying on Mrs. Chen alone, he was busy 24 hours a day and couldn't do it.

The security guards have ready-made ones, and each one is worth ten, which saves a lot of money.

Qi Ning didn't interfere in this matter. She would go to the company every now and then, leaving the rest of the time to the company manager.

In the bar, Qi Ning sat in front of the bar and drank, her eyes narrowed slightly, and she looked at the girl in the middle of the dance floor with interest, dancing pole dance.

Many men next to him were so excited that they would whistle with their fingers bent and put their lips on their whistles.

Some people think this is normal, after all, common pole dancers are dressed empty.

This was not intentional, but to make the skin come into contact with the steel pipe and increase friction.

Qi Ning was really satisfied when she saw the young woman's dancing posture.

"This girl belongs to your family?"

The bartender looked at the center of the dance floor and nodded with a smile, "We come back to work here every Monday, Wednesday and Friday night, and we usually have serious jobs."

Qi Ning smiled with eyebrows and eyes, "This is also a serious job."

"..." The bartender seemed to be stunned by such words, "Maybe."

A bar pole dancer, if you tell me this identity, how many people think it is a serious job.

There are a group of men and women in the booths everywhere.

There are a wide variety of wine, dried fruits and so on on the table.

"Mr. Xiao, look over there."

Someone pulled the sleeve of the young man in the main position and pointed in the direction of Qi Ning.

Mr. Xiao looked over and his eyes lit up.

"This woman is pretty." A man followed suit.

The young man in the corner looked over lazyly, and the next moment, his whole body shivered for a few seconds and immediately sat down.

"Mr. Xiao, I advise you not to hit the other party's attention."

That's right, this person is Han Dang.

Tonight he found the second-generation friend of Arcang here, and Mr. Xiao is the backbone of this group of people.

At the same time, Xiao Shao is also the son of the richest man in Yicheng. He is arrogant and arrogant, and even when he comes to the imperial capital, he does not restrain himself at all.

The reason I met Han Dang was because Xiao Shao’s mother was Han Dang’s mother’s distant relative.

The distance is so far that the bloodline is very small.

Mr. Xiao looked at Qi Ning with ambiguous eyes, without any intention of giving up, "Why, do you know? Or yours?"

"How dare I?" Han Dang shook his head, "I have to call you sister when I see the daughter of the Qi family."

"Ha!" A little brother next to him said disdainfully: "Mr. Han, why should you belittle yourself? What's wrong with the Qi family? That's all the old calendar. Unless it's the daughter of the banker, we, Mr. Xiao, can still give some face. What's the point of a mere desolate daughter?"
Chapter completed!