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Lin Qingchen was angry, this was the first time she was angry with him.

Su Wuqi was at a loss.

Not talking to him from last night to morning, Su Wuqi felt very uncomfortable.

Lin Qingchen felt a little soft-hearted when he saw how he wanted to talk to her but didn't dare to.

"Come here." Lin Qingchen sat on the edge of the bed, staring at him clearly.

Su Wuqi blinked, and walked slowly to Lin Qingchen's side. His brows were strong and worried, and he looked down at Lin Qingchen for a moment.

"Hug." Lin Qingchen stood up, wrapped her hands around Su Wuqi's lean waist, and squeezed her body into his broad embrace.

Su Wuqi, who rested her head on Lin Qingchen's shoulder, curled her lips, and then hugged the person in her arms tightly.

Lin Qingchen whispered into his ear, very intimately, "Do you want me to go out to work?"

Su Wuqi remained silent, Lin Qingchen began to say softly, "Huh? Let me go."

He didn't believe that he was like this, could Su Wuqi still stand up?

Su Wuqi clasped his hips with his hands, and gently opened the distance between the two of them, fearing that the ignited spark would turn into a prairie fire.

"Okay, I'll let you go." Su Wuqi whispered in his ear, "Don't use this trick, if you feel wronged, you know."

Lin Qingchen was pleasantly surprised, and immediately hugged Su Wuqi's cheek, excitedly rubbed the tip of his nose against his face, "Haha, I'm going to earn money to support you from today on! Are you happy?"

Lin Qingchen pulled his tight face and answered for him: "Happy!"

Su Wuqi smiled dotingly, "So stupid."

Lin Qingchen immediately went to prepare, trying to go out to work with Su Wuqi.

After washing up, Lin Qingchen continued to send messages to Song Qinglian, even if he didn't receive a recovery, it didn't matter, at least he wanted to know where she was.

Putting on black clothes, black trousers and black shoes, Lin Qingchen dragged Su Wuqi out, and started moving bricks to earn money to support the family.

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After more than a week of self-exploration, Lin Qingchen has gradually become proficient in doing it, but he can only stay in the logistics post as a part-timer, chopping fruits every day, cooking ingredients, seasoning, doing hygiene, and helping out when necessary Two simple smoothie drinks.

Although it was tiring to stand for several hours a day, I lived a fulfilling life and didn't think of too many bad or troublesome things in my mind.

Because of being in a logistics position, bruises, knife wounds, burns, scratches, and other small and small wounds are unavoidable. Sometimes Lin Qingchen doesn't know when she left the wound, and when she returns home Only to realize that he had added another wound.

After a period of time, many small wounds and faint scars appeared on Lin Qingchen's hands. He thought that it was not obvious that Su Wuqi would not notice.

But it didn't take long for Su Wuqi to find out.His hands are so white and clean, the scars are obvious, Su Wuqi's attention is very focused on Lin Qingchen, and he can find his wounds at a glance.

"Why don't you resign?" Su Wuqi said calmly.

"No, I've just started to get used to it, so I can't resign." Lin Qingchen said, "If you become proficient, you won't get hurt. Everyone is like this at the beginning, and these are small wounds, nothing serious."

Su Wuqi held his soft hand and kneaded it in his palm, "I don't want you to get hurt, even a small wound."

Lin Qingchen curled his lips, looked at Su Wuqi softly and said, "Who is there who will not be injured for a lifetime, these are not enough to worry about, they are just trivial matters."

He continued: "If one day I get seriously injured, or if I don't want to do it anymore, I will throw myself into your arms, crying and begging that I will quit, then you must promise me, can you? "

Su Wuqi laughed softly, "Okay, then I'm really looking forward to that day, so that you don't have to go outside all the time, making people feel uneasy."

Lin Qingchen touched his eyebrows, smoothed the center of his brows, and said, "Don't worry about me, you seem a little tired recently, are you too tired?"

Su Wuqi shook his head, "It's okay, I will take care of it."

"Okay." Lin Qingchen reached out to hug him.

After that, as Lin Qingchen thought, after working in the milk tea shop became more and more proficient, injuries rarely added new scars.

He is actually quite satisfied with his current life. He can't tell how good it is to earn money with his own hands in a down-to-earth manner.

When the people around said how good they were with him, most of them were nodding acquaintances and kept a comfortable distance, but after a long time, Lin Qingchen noticed something strange, he seemed to be being targeted.

It is undeniable that Lin Qingchen's appearance is already excellent. Wearing the uniform of the milk tea shop, he is trim and neat, so that people can't take his eyes off it, as if this uniform was tailor-made for him, very seductive.

The weather was very hot that day, and the store was extremely busy, so busy that the whole store was filled with noisy and manic voices.

Watermelon smoothies are very popular at this time.

Lin Qingchen was cutting watermelon.

The watermelon in the milk tea shop is no different from the watermelon in the market. The watermelon here is unusually big and heavy like a big rock. It will be difficult to pick it up and cut it. Lin Qingchen usually uses her own method and cuts it however she wants. , as long as the skin is removed at the end.

Lin Qingchen picked up the knife and split it open from the middle, just about to cut it into pieces and remove the skin.

"It's a waste of time to cut watermelons like this." The person behind said.

Lin Qingchen glanced back, this person was Liao Ming, the manager of the store, a man who was nearly 30 years old, he rarely came to the store, but recently came to the store very frequently to inspect, usually stayed in the logistics, consciously or unconsciously Talk to Lin Qingchen.

Lin Qingchen has already cut a lot of fruit today, and her hands are a little tired, the corners of her lips are pressed down, and her voice is cold: "Then how should I cut it?"

Liao Ming smiled, stepped up and said, "I'll teach you."

Lin Qingchen thought that he was going to teach herself in person, so she handed over the knife in her hand.But Liao Ming grabbed his hand, as if he didn't understand what he meant, he held his hand tightly and took the knife to cut the watermelon.

Liao Ming's body was pressed against his back, the air conditioner in the store was a little cold, so it was very hot to be close to him, Lin Qingchen raised his eyebrows uncomfortably, and stood a little forward.

"First of all, you don't need to cut him into small pieces, it would be better to just peel the skin off." Liao Ming said in Lin Qingchen's ear, his body getting closer and closer, and the words were deliberately close to his ears.

Lin Qingchen could smell the sweat and smoke on his body, which was a bit unpleasant.

He's an idiot if he doesn't understand this.

When he was about to get out of his arms, the crotch of the person behind him pressed against Lin Qingchen's buttocks. Lin Qingchen's brows turned cold, anger grew in his heart, and he shook his hand away forcefully.

The knife was also thrown out.

At the same time, accompanied by a loud bang, the pot slipped away like a tire, and the ground was sticky and wet.

Everyone is watching them, the people in the store and the guests on site.

There was an eerie silence in the air.

After a while, Lin Qingchen said, "I'm sorry."