Lu Qingqing bit her lip and finally found some calmness in the chaos, although the man in front of her didn't look like he was pretending.
But she knows people well but doesn’t know their hearts. She has been around the world for many years. What kind of person has she not met before?
In particular, the behavior of Baili Fenghua's family was very suspicious, so she would not believe it easily.
After thinking about it, I finally decided not to give money casually.
Although tens of thousands of dollars is nothing more than a hair on her face to her, she is afraid of getting involved, so in the end she still pretends to smile helplessly: "Actually, I don't have much money..."
Her answer was not what Baili Fenghua had expected. After all, he was from a young family and seemed straightforward, but he was also a cautious person on the inside.
He had a warm smile in his heart, but kept a somewhat sad and bitter smile on his face: "I know, after all, opening a store is not a small sum. You and I are not relatives, how can I ask for your money... Forget it, it's about money.
, I will find a way...at least, I won't let a few children go hungry..."
As soon as the ghost elf Xiao Xian'er heard what her father said, she joined the performance at the right time and said with a pitiful and sensible look: "Daddy, we are still full after eating one steamed bun a day. You don't have to worry about us..."
One sentence, in an instant, made people shed tears.
What a pitiful child it is to eat one steamed bun a day...
"Daddy, even if you are hungry, you won't be so hungry if you drink water..." Mo'er also added in a 'sensible' way.
Feng'er didn't say anything, she just focused on using her super-powerful crying skills. She shed tears and moistened her clothes silently...
Lao Mou couldn't stand it now, and his eyes turned red: "No wonder you don't even have a decent set of clothes. No wonder you slipped in with a big bowl of noodles last night. Poor child, if this continues, his development will be ruined."
It’s become a problem! It’s okay, no matter what happens, come to Uncle Mou. Uncle Mou can’t guarantee anything, but he can still guarantee a bowl of noodles..."
Lu Qingqing couldn't explain how she felt. She just felt like her heart was cut by a knife. It was not just sympathy. After all, there were many children in poor areas on TV who had no food to eat and no clothes to wear in winter.
But this feeling is really different, like a kind of pain that connects flesh and blood...
I feel very sad when I think that these three children can't even eat.
"It's because I, a useless father, have sunk into the past that I let you..." Baili Fenghua was so choked up in the middle of her sentence that she couldn't speak. The sadness of self-blame spread throughout the room.
"Daddy, we don't blame you, we miss mommy too..." As the three children spoke, their eyes turned red and they all started crying.
They really missed their mother, and they started thinking about them since they were sensible, but even though they were holding their mother's hands, their mother didn't recognize them.
After all, he was a five-year-old child, and he really started crying when he felt this.
"Forget it, I'll figure out a way to save the money for your store!" Lu Qingqing hated to see such a scene, and felt that she would be cold-blooded if she didn't extend a hand to support her.
Especially, she really feels sorry for her three children, not sympathy, but distress...
"Mommy, you're the best..." When Feng'er heard that Mommy was finally willing to take the money, she happily got into her mother's arms and rubbed her little face against her mother's belly like a puppy having fun.
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Xian'er Mo'er's two little breasts hugged her mother's hands, shedding tears but smiling happily.
