Hu Qing stood at the door of the flower shed, calmed down, and sighed. This job was probably over, and she didn't know if Boss Hua would settle her wages.
Boss Hua was not happy that her practice was interrupted, and she felt helpless after hearing what she said: "That Lu Ningxiang one." She had no choice but to look at Hu Qing with pity. It's true that they don't let go of beautiful women.
They can't tolerate ugly women, she just wants to find a flower worker who can save her worries.
"In that case, you can leave now. You have been here less than ten days. Here is your wages. I'll give it to you."
Boss Hua threw her a half-deflated bag.
Hu Qing took it and after weighing it, he knew that there were spiritual beads inside, there should be three hundred of them.
Smiling bitterly, I have never met a generous boss. Yes, I get as much as I work, so I thank my boss for paying me.
Boss Hua said: "You are lucky, the one who met Lu Ningxiang is still alive." Looking at the silent Hu Qing, he couldn't help but feel pity and said: "The monks are too dangerous for you mortals.
Please try not to come here in the future."
"Thank you, Boss Hua." Hu Qing smiled politely: "Then I will put the flowers back and go back."
The flower boss nodded, watched her put the potted flowers back to their original places, then pushed the empty cart away, sighing: "Why is it so difficult to find a shop assistant?"
A mortal is not worthy of her attention at all. What bothers her is that she has to work in person.
There was silence all the way, Hu Qing pushed the car back home, and passed by the neighbor woman. The woman rolled her eyes and mumbled something unknown, so Hu Qing ignored her.
The car was pushed into the yard, the door was closed tightly, Hu Qing circled around the car a few times, took a thin stick from the stove and smashed it on the car board.
From front to back, the stick danced like a storm, but didn't hit anything. When she squatted down, the stick pierced the bottom of the car.
After just two stabs, a man's voice said: "Stop stabbing, I'll come out."
Hu Qing put away the stick and said coldly: "Come out."
Man: "No."
Hu Qing: "Shall I get a knife?"
Man: "...I have no clothes on."
Hu Qing: "..."
She didn't have any clothes either, so she went into the house, pulled off the sheets and threw them under the car. The sheets were pulled up and wrapped around a human figure, and then climbed out from under the car.
Hu Qing looked at it coldly, oh, is he mutated by the space radiation gene into a transparent person?
The sheet stood in front of her, and the next second there was an extra head.
Hu Qing was surprised: "Monk!"
Bald, young and bald, he should be a monk. You can't be completely bald at a young age. That must be a blessing.
"Ahem, little monk Shuixin."
Hu Qing's eyes were fixed on his face. This monk looked like a good-hearted man.
She murmured: "A monk visiting a flower house?"
Monk Shuixin coughed: "The young monk was plotted."
Hu Qing: "A monk who was plotted by a girl from Hualou - believe me, with your face, you are qualified to be plotted by girls all over the world."
Three thousand black hairs are nothing, but the monk's eyes are filled with autumn water, his lips are red and shameless, his nose is sniffing the world of mortals, and his eyebrows are curved with spring. Being a monk like this, is the Buddha obliterating the human beauty?
Shui Xin: "She came just for my face and my body."
Ga?
Hu Qing blinked, and the monk was not shy about talking about the topic of "body" - did he think he was a man?
"Oh, I understand, you are still a boy."
Shui Xin smiled: "Can the donor give me a set of clothes for the young monk?"
Hu Qing spread his hands: "Is this all I'll give you?"
Shui Xin: "Okay."
Hu Qing saw clearly that this monk was shameless because of his good looks.
Hu Qing ignored him and pointed to the courtyard door: "You can leave. If you are grateful for me and Banche's life-saving grace, just leave a few spiritual stones."
Shui Xin: "Do you think I'm rich now?"
Somehow, Hu Qing couldn't help but lower his eyes. If you don't have anything, you won't be noticed by the girl.
Shui Xin was embarrassed, how could this woman be like this——
Hu Qing sighed: "It's just my extravagant wish. You go, I am a little widow, you are a little monk, no-"
"I have to say it's a perfect match!" Shui Xin shook her head exaggeratedly: "It's great that you don't have a man."
Hu Qing's face was expressionless. Although she also thought that this body would be great without a man, but you are a man and a male monk. What do you mean by saying this?
Shui Xin's big, watery eyes flickered at her: "The little monk is extremely poisonous and cannot mobilize his spiritual power. He will die if he goes out. I hope the donor will take him in."
Hu Qinghehe: "Can you give me the spirit stone?"
Shui Xin: "When I get better, I'll go back and get the spirit stone."
Hu Qing's heart was shamefully moved, and he was confused: "I, a mortal, can't protect you."
Shui Xin: "As long as you keep me, I can use your breath to hide you."
Hu Qing sighed: "Because of you, I lost my job."
Shui Xin: "I'll compensate you."
Hu Qing: "It's easy to say, please come to the young master's house. Saving a person's life is better than building a seven-level pagoda."
Shui Xin: Your pagoda is made of spiritual stones.
After entering the room, Shui Xin glanced at her: "You have a daughter."
Hu Qing had long since dismissed such topics, but any monk could see through that she was married and had children. This damn world has no privacy.
Hu Qing: "Well, so, before my daughter comes back, you are good at running around. My daughter will be back in two and a half days at the earliest."
Shui Xin nodded: "There is enough time."
Hu Qing: "So, you have nothing to gain and no spiritual power, how do you detoxify? Do you want me to get medicine? Let me tell you, I don't have spiritual stones."
Shui Xin: "Chanting sutras. Can you please ask the donor to buy some clothes?"
Hu Qing glanced at him: "You live in the study room and are not allowed to enter the bedroom."
After leaving the house, I came back with some white cloth, some needlework, and some thread.
Shui Xin wrapped the sheets around her body very carefully. She had broad shoulders, a thin waist and long legs. Hu Qing felt that this monk was simply the incarnation of the mortal world. Looking at the exposed arms and collarbone, she wanted to pounce on him and take a bite.
Shui Xin: "Donor, form is emptiness."
Hu Qing: "My heart is empty."
Shui Xin: Kou Huahua, you pounced on me.
"Aren't you going to sew clothes for the little monk with your own hands? So that the little monk can take you into his heart?"
Hu Qing was dumbfounded, this monk is so sentimental, he must not be fake.
"Ready-made clothes are expensive, white cloth is cheap. I have to pay for this, but I will pay it back later."
Shui Xin: My beauty is useless.
Hu Qing didn't know what the monk's clothes looked like, so she wanted to make them based on what she had on her body. Unfortunately, her hands were incompetent, and the final product was simple and sloppy.
Shui Xin: I thought you were a master of craftsmanship, but what happened?
Be content, at least it's perfect inside and out, and it won't fall off when you put it on. Just this sloppy craftsmanship was something she practiced by sewing and patching for herself in the last days.
Hu Qing said: "You are so beautiful that even a sack would turn all living beings upside down. Keep your clothes simple so as not to take away your charm."
Shui Xin: I’m sure, she’s using my beauty to fool me. This little girl doesn’t like my face?
Hu Qing: You are not ready to let me go bankrupt.
"What's your name?" Shui Xin tugged at the white sack on his body.
"Hu Qing."
"Hu Qing, I think the stove in your courtyard is usable. Should we start cooking?"
