Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

Ye Kong found a cement worker to build a slope on the steps in front of the door to facilitate wheelchairs to go up and down.

The weather was cool and she had few classes, so she squatted at the door as a supervisor, which made the workers always think that she was dissatisfied and often asked her if there was anything that needed improvement. Ye Kong shook his head solemnly - how could she know? She was not a professional.

“Are you building a barrier-free ramp?”

A male voice suddenly sounded, and Ye Kong nodded before he remembered to look up.

I met another pair of dog eyes with slightly droopy corners. The man was still wearing a mask and a hat. He was pointing at the half-built ramp and said, "It's better to make it a little rougher, or just put some anti-skid patterns on it to increase friction, so that it won't slip easily on rainy days."

Ye Kong thought it made sense and nodded to the worker.

The other party casually helped, and Ye Kong couldn't just ignore it. He thanked him and asked casually, "Are you studying engineering?"

“I’m not a student here,” he said with a smile, “I just have a little understanding of the lives of people with disabilities.”

Ye Kong was stunned for a moment, thinking that he had a disabled person at home, and did not ask any further questions.

The man had no intention of continuing the conversation. He just nodded at her and walked into the coffee shop.

Ye Kong turned her head to look at his back, which showed him without hesitation, and a hint of suspicion flashed in her eyes - she didn't know if it was an illusion, but she always felt that she had seen this person too often recently.

I thought he was just a regular among the students, but I didn't expect that he wasn't even a student at the school.

Her thoughts stopped here and she didn't waste any more time thinking about it.

When the workers were planning to add anti-slip patterns to the ramp, Ye Kong, after asking if any pattern would do, simply took matters into his own hands and quickly drew two whales, one large and one small, on the ramp, and decorated them with rolling waves around them.

Finally, looking at the solidified product, Ye Kong smiled with satisfaction.

·

I can't sleep at night.

Ye Kong went downstairs to add a mural.

She walked past Qu Wu who was sleeping like a pig outside the screen, opened the newly installed door at the stairs, and went downstairs with the palette in her hand. After a few steps, she saw the dim lights in the room.

A few figures lying on the booths suddenly reminded her that the nighttime use rights of the first floor had been rented by Qu Wu to some film crew.

She then slowly stopped, impatience rising in her heart in an instant, and began to think about the price she would pay if she went back on her words with Qu Wu tomorrow morning - there shouldn't be any price, since Qu Wu would listen to her anyway.

Ye Kong thought so heartlessly.

But everyone is down now, so let’s have a drink of water before going up again.

She walked quietly towards the bar and was about to go in when she suddenly heard a low male voice.

"…Don't worry, I'll be back on the weekend."

There was a hint of tiredness in the voice. I wonder if it was the night that made it sound even more pleasant. It gave me the illusion of dewdrops falling on flower petals.

Ye Kong stopped, tilted his head slightly, and saw a figure sitting on the ground leaning against the bar.

"The money that needs to be spent must be spent, and I have no shortage of money."

From Ye Kong's angle, he couldn't see his face. He could only see one long leg, one bent and the other straight, which almost crossed the entire aisle inside the bar and rested on the cabinet opposite.

He leaned back against the bar with his head weary, speaking with a relaxed smile, "I really don't lack money, so you should hire a nurse at the hospital, take the medicine you need, and buy the food the doctor says you need to eat according to the list. If you can't find it, tell me and I'll buy it for you. I'm really rich. I'm an actor, you know how much money actors can make."

He smiled and said, "You forgot that some people in our circle were arrested this year, and there were hundreds of millions of dollars in tax evasion alone - I am rich now."

Ye Kong's gaze involuntarily fell to his hand.

It was a hamburger that had not been finished yet and looked like it had gone cold. I didn't know if it had gone cold because he was delayed by answering the phone call or if he was eating a cold hamburger in the first place.

"I know, mom. I can take care of myself. I take good care of myself. Even though it's late now, I have three assistants taking care of me. They buy me meals and milk tea."

"...Haha, it's okay to eat junk food once in a while... OK, OK, I usually eat nutritious food."

"Take care of yourself too. Don't let your dad get better before you get tired again."

"...I'll transfer the hospital fees soon, so you don't have to worry."

"……Uh-huh."

The phone hangs up.

Ye Kong gave up his original plan to go over to drink some water, pouted, and turned back upstairs with the palette in his hand.

After a few seconds of silence, I could faintly hear the voice from the phone behind me.

It should be that person who opened the voice message sent to him by someone else.

"Le Yue, the producers were not very happy about the advance on your salary that you mentioned before, but after my many requests and negotiations, they finally agreed. However, they said that they can only advance half of it, and the condition is that you have to give up the originally agreed dividends. They also want to squeeze in a minor supporting role - you know that Director Zhao has always been very determined not to agree to them squeezing in an actor, but doesn't Director Zhao admire you the most? They think that if you are willing to ask, maybe Director Zhao will agree?"

……

After the speech was finished, Ye Kong went upstairs silently and no more sound was heard from the man.

·

"Why have you been so busy these past two days? I came to look for you but you were nowhere to be seen?"

Ye Kong talked to Wen Can on the phone on the way home from get out of class.

The man over there was obviously in a crowded place, and his distant voices could be vaguely heard through the phone.

"There are a lot of things piling up at the company, and I have to deal with them as soon as possible. Plus, it's the end of the quarter, and there are a lot of reports to report."

While Wen Can was talking, he was still reviewing documents, and the sound of pen strokes on paper could be heard all the time.

"So when will you come to my place? Or when will I come to your place?"

"Don't you think it's cold here? What's fun about it?" Wen Can really felt that the place where he lived was too much like a model room. He always felt uncomfortable when Ye Kong stayed there.

Ye Kong should stay in a place like "A Newspaper Office" or "The Flower Box" - like a fortress built specifically for her, where every blade of grass, every tree, every brick and every tile exists for her, and the people inside can all surround her warmly, making it a home where she can feel free and run wild.

But no matter where he lived, it was cold and dull, without any human presence.

Ye Kong blinked here: "What does it matter? How can you be so cold when I'm here?"

She said, "Or at worst I can help you renovate it. Otherwise, I've bought a house anyway, and Qu Wu is decorating it for me. When it's done, can you move in and live with me?"

Wen Can: ...

"I'll come to the coffee shop to find you after I'm done with these two days."

The pen in his hand paused for a few seconds, and Wen Can responded to her gently as if he hadn't heard that sentence: "You should remember to wear more clothes. The weather is getting colder. Don't catch a cold."

"You too."

After hanging up the phone, Ye Kong walked into the coffee shop, threw the tablet on the bar, and went in to make himself some honey water.

There are more and more customers in the store, and she doesn't have to ask the working clerk to serve her every time.

There were one or two customers sitting at the bar, but she ignored them. When she turned around to get the honey, she heard a "pop" sound.

When she turned around, she found that it was the part-time student who knocked her pad to the ground when he came in.

She was horrified, and the customer sitting outside bent down to help her pick up the things, and just happened to glance over the lit screen.

He was startled.

As the part-time student apologized with a sad face, Ye Kong glanced at the pad nonchalantly and said casually: "Why are you howling? I don't want you to pay for it."

She lowered her head and continued to rinse with honey water.

The guest then put down the pad.

After a moment, he suddenly asked, "Are you a fan of this person?"

Ye Kong raised his head and took a sip of the sweet and hot water. Hearing what he said, he glanced at him - what a coincidence, it was the man in the hat again.

She raised her eyebrows slightly to indicate that she didn't understand, and the man tapped on the pad again: "I just saw it by accident."

Ye Kong then realized that what was lit up on the screen was the list he had handed over to the sponsor last time - the disabled character in the wheelchair in the costume drama.

"No."

Ye Kong uttered two words, took the pad back, sat back behind the cashier counter and began to draw the draft of "Stars".