Silent air currents surged through this small room. Shu Qing felt a little sad, and his heart ached.

She thought, she has changed after all.

Became greedy.

She used to think that once the deal was over, she would leave and go back to being herself.

Later she thought that as long as he had her in his heart, she would be satisfied.

But now I think about owning him.

She didn't like the smell of other women on him.

I also don't like it when he spends the night with other women.

Bo Jingxing didn't say anything, just looked at her quietly. She didn't back off, still waiting for his answer.

"What do you think?"

He finally chuckled, a really light chuckle, "You don't have to compare yourself with her."

So, Shu Qing heard the voice of her own heartbreaking voice: There is no need to compare, because he feels that she is not as good as Bai Xue, right?

He was like a ray of light, saving her from danger and was the only salvation in her life.

But he was like a ball of fire, burning all the weeds in her heart in an instant, leaving nothing behind.

She glanced over slowly and said softly, "Go away."

"This place is too small, it's not suitable for me to live here." Bo Jingxing said while holding the clothes, "It's too late today, I'll ask Ye Xiao to help you move tomorrow, Yunshan Mansion."

Men are loyal, but loyalty can be poisonous.

Men are ruthless, and ruthlessness is like a knife.

If you want to live a good life, give up men!

But she found that she couldn't quit.

And she has no plan to move to this place.

Ever since she was forced by Bo Jingxing to leave the rented house last time, she swore that no matter whether it was a golden nest or a doghouse, she must have a home of her own, the only one of its kind.

In this way, when she has nowhere to go and her man breaks up with her, she can still retain her last bit of self-esteem.

It won't be too embarrassing.

After packing up his usual drawings, Shu Qing put on a simple large backpack, found a folding table and chairs, and went out.

She found the small night market here.

The night market is very lively, with everything for sale. The development of the street stall economy also shows the vitality of a city.

This was Shu Qing's first time here. She looked around, then found a place where she would not get in the way and laid out her things: a box of cosmetics, a box of dye, a box of oil pencils, a drawing board, and drawing paper.

Taking a small chair and opening it, Shu Qing faced the mirror and first painted a beautiful oil painting on her face.

This painting perfectly covers the scars on her face and makes her look as beautiful as a fairy.

Soon, the commotion here attracted a large group of children. They looked at the paint on her face in amazement and asked one after another, “Sister, you are so beautiful. Your painting is so beautiful. I want it too."

"Me, I want to draw too."

"Paint me first, paint me first."

Shu Qing looked at the children and felt happy. She said gently, "Children, please line up and come one by one, okay?"

"good!"

The loud sound dispelled Shu Qing's uneasiness about going to the night market for the first time.

She smiled and took out the paintbrush. Just as she was about to paint the first child’s face, the parent suddenly appeared, frowned and asked, “What is your dye made of? If it’s toxic, will my child be allergic to it?”

"No, parents. The oil paints I use are all certified for safety." She took out the certificates she had prepared long ago and showed them to the parents.

The parent believed her, looked at her face carefully, and asked, "How much does it cost?"

Shu Qing, “This is my first time here, just give it as your parents wish."

It doesn’t matter if she doesn’t give it to her, she can just take it as a way to relax.

The parent breathed a sigh of relief, “Then you draw first!"

Shu Qing worked quickly and finished the first little girl's drawing in a fairy shape. The little girl looked in the mirror and was so happy, “Mom, have I become a fairy? I love it!"

The parents were also satisfied and transferred thirty yuan to her.

This was her first profit from the night market.

She is very happy.

Next, I drew pictures for more than a dozen children. The parents were all well-mannered and most of them transferred 30 yuan. I also gave 10 yuan to a few parents who were difficult to get along with.

Shuqing doesn't matter.

And that night, she probably earned about five hundred dollars.

After deducting the cost, you can still make three hundred yuan.

Quite satisfied.

Seeing that it was already eleven o'clock and there were fewer people in the night market, Shu Qing slowly began to pack up her stall. At this moment, the sound of motorcycles blasting across the street suddenly rang out. Shu Qing was sensitive to this sound, so she subconsciously looked up and went out.

Qiao Tiantian and a group of enthusiasts were rampaging around in this night market.

Shu Qing's face darkened. Not wanting to have another conflict with Qiao Tiantian, she packed up to leave, but Qiao Tiantian had already seen her.

He rushed towards her from a distance, and when he was close to her, he suddenly stopped and said to her, “Hey, boss, I think you draw well, can you draw one for me?"

After taking off the helmet, Qiao Tiantian's youthful face appeared aggressively in Shu Qing's eyes.

Shu Qing said expressionlessly, “Sorry, I've closed my stall."

She pointed to the brushes that had been put away, which was also true.

Qiao Tiantian didn't seem to recognize her and insisted, "I'll pay, two hundred per painting."

She stared at the makeup on Shu Qing's face and thought it was really beautiful.

Like excitement, like to play.

"five hundred!"

Shu Qing raised the price on the spot, his voice was very shallow and cold, "You can paint if you want."

She has no grudge against money.

But Qiao Tiantian's price is just that much.

Qiao Tiantian was stunned, then laughed angrily, “Are you taking me for a fool? Do you think I'm stupid and rich? This is a night market, and you can only get 200 yuan for one painting, and you want 500 yuan?"

A group of enthusiasts who came with me all shouted, "Five hundred is a bit much. But Tian Jie is a person of low status, we can afford to paint her... Come on, come on, give her five hundred quickly, don't bother with such a person, she is obsessed with money!"

Qiao Tiantian couldn't stand being provoked, so she agreed immediately.

I draw five hundred times each time, and after finishing the drawing, I feel it is pretty good.

Several people who were traveling with me also followed suit and painted, so each of them paid five hundred yuan.

Shu Qing looked at the money coming into his phone and remained silent.

The income of one night is not as much as the income of this moment.

With 6,000 yuan in pocket, it was really easy to make money.

I feel a little better.

After closing the stall, he ordered himself a bowl of noodles, then slowly walked back home carrying his drawing board and the folding table and chairs.

There is a light on upstairs, it must be Yaya who has returned.

Her heart warmed, and looking at the several grilled sausages and a bowl of fried noodles she had packed in her hands, she quickly went upstairs.

After entering, I found that not only Yaya was there, but Wang Dali was also there.

She came back just in time to see Wang Dali pushing Yaya down on the sofa bed in the living room and tearing her apart, cursing her as he did so, “You stinky bitch, you have money but you don't give it to me to spend. Are you planning on hiding your own money? I'm going to kill you!"

Incompetent men always do the craziest things.

Although Yaya was usually tough, he was no match for Wang Dali. He struggled desperately while cursing, "Wang Dali! You're a bastard!"

Yaya's skirt had been half taken off, and Wang Dali's pants had also been taken off. Seeing that only one step was left, Shu Qing picked up an iron rod placed behind the door and swept it hard at Wang Dali's waist!

If you don’t hit the head, you’re afraid of being beaten to death.