Chapter 17 Smart as I am Qin Xiaoru

Qin Xiaoru frowned, forgot to stir fry the dishes in the pot.

"Where have you seen it?"

The little girl felt that the picture was stuck in her forehead, but she couldn't remember it for a while.

"What flavor?"

"Hey! My dish!"

...

"Xiaoru, didn't you say eight dishes? Why are there only seven dishes, so you can't steal it, right?"

At the dinner table, Lin Xiaqing smiled at the seven dishes and one soup on the table.

The little girl pouted and muttered: "It's not all Sister Ling, show me some singing videos and fry the dishes..."

Song Yuling was almost happy when she heard the words, she patted the little girl and smiled, "You've scrambled the vegetables yourself, why are you blaming me?"

"Singing video? Sister Ling, has anyone released a new song?"

Taking a sip of the freshly fried bamboo shoots, Lin Xiaqing said curiously.

"No, it's the singing video of the original singer I found yesterday."

"Oh? The one who kept you up all night?"

"is not that right."

Song Yuling's calf is still sore now.

"By the way, Xia Qing, the time is too urgent to show you before, so I'll show it to you."

With that said, Song Yuling got up and went to get her phone.

"Sister Ling, don't worry, let's watch it after dinner, it won't take a while."

"Okay, then look at it after dinner."

Sooner or later doesn't matter.

Lin Xiaqing smiled, watched Song Yuling sit down again, and continued:

"Sister Ling, if you have time tomorrow, go to the company and raise Xiaoru's salary."

Um?

The little girl who was happily cooking raised her head, looking at Lin Xiaqing in surprise and said:

"Sister Xia Qing, you said... raise my salary?"

"Yeah, you've worked hard during this time, it's time to give you a raise."

"Wow! Sister Xia Qing, you are so kind!"

The little girl jumped up to the old high.

Her current salary is about 6,000 yuan a month. If it goes up, she will go to 7,000 yuan!

What's more, Lin Xiaqing just gave her a big red envelope.

As a life assistant, there are not many people who can get this amount of salary, especially a newbie like Qin Xiaoru who has not worked long hours.

"Pay attention to your image and see what you look like."

Song Yuling glared at the little girl, then looked at Lin Xiaqing and smiled.

"No problem, I'll do it tomorrow morning."

"Look at how good your sister Xia Qing is to you, remember, you have to work hard when you get a salary increase, do your best, and if you lose Xia Qing again, I won't take care of you."

The little girl stuck out her tongue, and quickly grabbed a prawn for Song Yuling. She smiled and said, "I know Sister Ling, please rest assured, I will take good care of Sister Xia Qing, so there will be no accident!"

Saying that, the little girl blinked at Lin Xiaqing.

There are red envelopes, and wages are raised again. As smart as I am, I am really a small money maker!

The little girl is very happy, although she has always been worried these two days, but now it seems that she has gained a lot.

Sure enough, as much risk as you take, there is much to gain.

And that Chen Mo's resume, what is the relationship between Sister Xia Qing and him, and why did she lie?

Chen Mo...

what!

Chen Mo!

The thoughtless little girl suddenly had a flash of inspiration, as if something important passed through her mind.

Chen Mo...Resume...

CV…CV…Photos!

"ah!"

Looking at Qin Xiaoru, who was suddenly stunned and startled again, Song Yuling's face was black, and she was really a little girl, and it was raining and windy.

"Dead girl, I was shocked, what's the matter, I was shocked."

Lin Xiaqing on the side also asked curiously, "Xiaoru, are you alright, what's wrong?"

"Sister Ling! Sister Ling! I remembered!"

"Remember? What do you remember?"

Song Yuling put down the bowl and chopsticks, wondering.

"Oh! Video! Video! I remember seeing the man singing in the video!"

"It's him?"

Song Yuling finally reacted, and she was immediately ecstatic!

He grabbed the little girl's little hand sideways and hurriedly asked:

"Where is he? You know him?"

"Uh," Qin Xiaoru scratched her head and said embarrassedly, "Sister Ling, I don't know where he is, and I don't know him either."

Song Yuling...

You don't know, you say you've seen it!

Feeling the increasingly cold eyes of Song Yuling, the little girl hurriedly continued:

"Sister Ling! Sister Ling! Calm down, although I don't know where he is and I don't know him, but you know."

"I know?"

Song Yuling looked puzzled.

In fact, when she saw this video for the first time, she felt a little familiar with the man in it, but after thinking about it for a long time, she didn't remember where she saw it.

"I do feel familiar with the man in the video, but I haven't thought about seeing it anywhere since last night."

"Hey! Sister Ling, resume! That resume!"

"Resume? What resume?"

"Chen Mo! The person that Sister Xia Qing asked you to investigate, Chen Mo!"

Chen Mo?

Whoa!

Song Yuling's memory suddenly jumped, recalling the resume that was sent to her yesterday.

A fourth-level director under Sky Entertainment.

At that time, after Song Yuling got her resume, she just glanced at it roughly and handed it over to Lin Xiaqing.

Originally, she had doubted whether Lin Xiaqing had anything to do with this Chen Mo, but after reading the resume, she basically gave up the idea.

Without him, that Chen Mo is too ordinary.

In addition to being handsome, other conditions can only be said to be average.

On the resume, Chen Mo's photo was slowly enlarged, gradually overlapping with the man in the video in memory.

"Haha, it's him! It's really him!"

Song Yuling's confused expression lasted only a few seconds before turning into ecstasy.

Don't bother to eat, go get your phone.

Can't wait to open the video Wu Sirui sent her, Song Yuling compares carefully.

"Yes, it should be him!"

"Xiaoru, I will remember your great contribution in this matter!"

Saying that, she kneaded the little girl's head.

"Hey, it's alright, I also made a mistake, and I don't need to remember the merits. You and Sister Xia Qing have both raised my salary."

Qin Xiaoru is very happy, she is very proud, she is as smart as me!

"Huh? No, that resume... how did you see it?"

Song Yuling remembered to give her resume directly to Lin Xiaqing. Lin Xiaqing didn't read it, but gave it to Li Siran. It stands to reason that she was the only one of the three who had seen Chen Mo's photo.

How did the little girl know.

ah?

The smile on Qin Xiaoru's face froze directly.

Can I say that I saw it by the bedside of Sister Xia Qing?

"Xiaoru, didn't I tell you to give things directly to Siran, did you peep?"

Just when the little girl felt that everything had to be worn, Lin Xiaqing's voice came from the side.

Ah yes, she is still my sister Xia Qing.

"Hee hee, Sister Xia Qing, I just took a peek at him and blamed that guy for being so handsome, so I remembered it."

The little girl stuck out her tongue, pretending to be pitiful.

"Xia Qing, don't blame Xiaoru. This time the little girl made a mistake and made a contribution. You have a lot of people, so don't worry about it."

Seeing Lin Xiaqing's cold expression, Song Yuling thought that Lin Xiaqing was angry, so she quickly pleaded for mercy, then patted Qin Xiaoru on the forehead, and said loudly:

"It depends on whether you have a long memory. Don't keep your eyes too long in the future. There will be times when you see things you shouldn't see, know things you shouldn't know, and don't know how they died."

Qin Xiaoru responded a few times, but her little hands were twisted together, flustered.

Taking a peek at Lin Xiaqing, who was eating as usual, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

Linxi Park, Chen Mo, changed the WeChat account, didn't return home for two nights, and now they take the initiative to relieve themselves.

The little girl felt that although she didn't see anything, she seemed to know a lot...

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