"Mom, I still have a lot, no need." Gong Shangyun refused, "And it's not too cold now. You should go back first. I only have a few minutes here."
Qian Yan looked at Gong Shangyun. The boy was fifteen years old, tall and good-looking. He should be at the top level in the class.
She accidentally glanced at Gong Shangyun's shoes. These shoes were not cheap.
After thinking about it carefully, Gong Shangyun has never gone home wearing shoes that cost hundreds of yuan a pair. He always wears shoes worth tens of yuan a pair when he goes home.
Every time the original owner came to see him, he usually didn't notice what kind of shoes he was wearing.
She just took a look and moved away, but Gong Shangyun didn't notice.
"Shang Yun, are the living expenses still enough?"
Today is Thursday for her, and Gong Shangyun can go home tomorrow. The original owner gave him two hundred yuan a week, five days, forty a day, which is already a lot according to the current economic level.
The original owner never treated Gong Shangyun badly and tried his best to give him the best he could.
Gong Shangyun said vaguely: "It's almost gone, but tomorrow is Friday, so it's almost gone."
The original owner would always ask this question. Every time he came over, he would give Gong Shangyun one or twenty, and he had never wronged him.
"Business is not good today, maybe it's not too cold yet." Qian Yan said, "Come back early tomorrow and prepare delicious food for you."
Sure enough, Gong Shangyun's eyes were a little disappointed, but he still said: "Okay, Mom, you go back first, there are classes here."
This was obviously perfunctory, and the original owner didn't notice it. First, he was busy doing things, and second, he spent too little time with Gong Shangyun, so it was difficult to notice the changes in him.
The original owner was a diligent person who could do everything by himself. However, he raised Gong Shangyun too well, which made the child a little unaware of the hardships in the world.
It's okay to have a good temper, at least he can appreciate his kindness. Looking at Gong Shangyun's appearance, he is indeed a super potential stock.
After going through all the trouble to find him, she even specifically mentioned that the business was not good, but the other party just urged her to leave quickly instead of saying a word of concern.
At home, Gong Shangyun would help carry the bowls and light the fire, but it was normal not to notice these details.
When Qian Yan was observing Gong Shangyun, the middle-aged woman in Wishing Space was also watching.
This time, she also noticed some changes in Gong Shangyun, and sat there in silence. Many things that happened were really foreshadowed.
She also recognized the brand of the pair of shoes. If they were not fake, they would cost four hundred: "Sure enough, I didn't teach him well."
Qian Yan gave Gong Shangyun a few words and left.
After the man outside the door picked out her hat and scarf, she set up a stall at the school gate for an hour. There wasn't much left, so she pedaled back to town.
She went to the Internet cafe and opened it for an hour, intending to check the situation in the world. It was too slow to make money just selling these things, and she couldn't wait.
After she almost understood the world, she added another hour and began to send information about Gong Shangyun's biological parents.
Now the two of them are already very rich. Xie's is a food company with many popular brands.
In her memory, the only son of the two of them was Gong Shangyun, so she used computers to check their physical condition.
Sure enough, the two people, who are already rich, have been trying to find a way to have a child. The problem lies with Gong Shangyun's biological father, so the marriage between the two is quite stable. At the same time, the two are actually looking for their biological son, which is revealed to the outside world.
Yes, they were busy starting a business, but they were so tired that they fell asleep in the car and their child was taken away.
As for what the truth is, that remains to be seen.