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Chapter 138 Xiao Yu, Call My Sister

Here, Jing Ruhua, who didn't know that someone who disgusted her in her office did something scandalous, after she left the company, she refused the assistant to take her because she couldn't drive.

Walking alone on the street, long hair and blue dress, elegant appearance, aura that cannot be ignored, and ladylike posture, this wonderful combination on one person makes passers-by look sideways frequently.

Someone took out their mobile phone, opened Weibo, clicked on the hot topic of "Coffee Goddess", clicked on the pictures, and compared them.

"It's her, look quickly." Passerby A said to Passerby B.

"The front is more beautiful, take a quick shot." Passerby B said.

"Unfortunately, the other beauty is not here." Passerby A looked at Jing Ruhua who was stroking her hair in the photo and sighed.

Keenly felt that others were looking at her Jing Ruhua, turned her head and glanced, how could she have forgotten that there are mobile phones in modern society, remembering that in the first world, Jing Ruhua was not as resistant as before He was disgusted, but he didn't quite get used to it, so he quickened his pace and stopped a taxi on the side of the road.

"Go to Southwest Street." With the car door shut, Jing Ruhua straightened her skirt to block the outside view from the outside.

In an ordinary residential building on Southwest Street, Jing Ruhua looked at the high floors and took out his mobile phone.

"I'm downstairs." After saying this, he hung up the phone and looked at the environment here.

The residential buildings here have been around for decades and have not been renovated. Some people have black dirt flowing under the kitchen window sills, staining the original white paint so that the original color cannot be seen, and there are also yellow spots at the corners. Spots, white paint that has been soaked in rain, rusty anti-theft nets on the balcony, this is the place where the people at the bottom live, and it is not bad to be able to live in such a house in the capital. Can't afford a house, there is a kind of crowd in this city called "Beipiao."

"Miss." Just as Jing Ruhua was looking at the aged locust tree next to the community building, a female voice called her.

"Well, what about the child?" Jing Ruhua looked at the young but haggard woman in front of her.

"Miss, I got it back." The woman in front of me replied with some trepidation.

"Take me to have a look." Jing Ruhua nodded gently.

"Okay, miss."

There is no elevator here, the stairs are made of that kind of cement, and there are some bumps and holes on it. Jing Ruhua wears heeled shoes when she goes to the company today. Although they are not very high, walking on them makes her a little unsteady. The armrest next to it was covered with rust, and the hand that was about to reach out stopped, and then quietly retracted.

Whether Jing Ruhua is in the Jingfu or in various tasks, no matter what kind of life she is in, she is in a superior material environment. It is no exaggeration to say that she lives in a pampered life. She has never seen such an environment.

The woman in front opened the rusty iron door, and Jing Ruhua glanced at the ordinary house that had been tidied up.

"Miss, it's like this at home, don't mind." The woman stood aside obviously a little helpless.

"Bring the child out and let me have a look." Jing Ruhua just stood by the window and said calmly.

After she entered the room, Jing Ruhua took a look at the house. It was roughly a layout of two bedrooms and one living room. The house was small, but it was kept very clean. The white floor tiles were polished and polished. The feeling of oily smoke, with jasmine cleaning agent on it, this woman is a woman who is good at housekeeping, with a picturesque smile.

In modern times, to see if a woman is a good wife and mother, you can tell by looking at her kitchen.

"Come on, Xiaoyu, call me sister." The woman carried a half-grown girl out of the room, and the girl put her head on the woman's neck and gave her a timid look.