Chapter 612 The decision is made, Ding Bo's heart (second update)

   A loving father's heart.

  Unfortunately, Shen Chunjiang wasn't moved, and didn't even resonate at all.

  Under the environment of the Shen family, no matter how much he cared, he would never humbly beg for help for his children.

  The old man taught him since he was a child—

   You can't lose face even if you lose your life!

   What's more, it is not his own life, but only the life of his children.

  Why do you have to do this?

  Shen Chunjiang not only couldn't understand, but even felt that Lao Chen's current behavior was extremely ugly and vulgar, and it was very annoying.

   "Sir, I really have no choice. Can you make it easier? Let me continue to pay the medical expenses of my youngest daughter first."

   "Old Chen, it's not that I'm hard-hearted, pretending not to see your difficulties. Two hundred thousand, it's a trivial matter, but there is one thing I hope you can understand—"

   "?"

"As the saying goes, helping out is not helping the poor. I helped you last time, and I can continue to help you this time, but what about the next time? What about the next time? When you get used to helping, how can you be self-reliant? So, after you borrowed money last time I will not lend you a second loan until the money is paid off."

   Severe and unfeeling.

  In an instant, the light in Lao Chen's eyes gradually went out, "Sir..."

   "Okay, you don't need to say more."

  The light was completely gone, leaving only darkness, and a pair of pupils were like two bottomless pits, empty and strange.

  Shen Chunjiang continued to rest.

  The car is also running normally.

  In the sky, the moon is still the crescent moon.

   But there was someone whose mentality had collapsed, turning the steering wheel stiffly and numbly, feeling desolate in his heart.

   Soon, we arrived at the old house.

  Shen Chunjiang got off the car and left, without giving Lao Chen any more concerned eyes.

  So nonchalant, but also so cruel and cruel.

  Old Chen reversed the car into the garage, stopped, checked the lights and handbrake, everything was carried out in an orderly manner according to his original work content.

  But the two eyes are empty, as if they are only controlling the movements by instinct and subconscious.

   After confirming everything was correct, he pulled out the car keys, locked the doors and windows, and headed all the way to the lounge.

  As the Shen family's usual driver, Lao Chen would stay there more often.

  The same treatment as the servants who work here, a small single room, a public bathhouse, and start serving the Shen family after sleeping. Of course, if there is any emergency in the middle of the night and needs to use the car, he has to get up immediately.

Before today, Lao Chen thought that he was different from other servants in this house. He could get close to Shen Chunjiang, and even close to Mr. Shen. Occasionally, they would sit in the back seat and chat with him. A bit thin and privileged.

  But after today, this sense of superiority was completely dispelled.

  He is just a driver, a servant serving the Shen family, even if he can speak a few words with his master, it doesn't mean anything.

   At the critical moment, he was no different from those servants who sweep the floor and cook!

  But his Xiaoqing can't afford to delay...

   Without money, it is tantamount to killing her.

   That is her own flesh and blood, the little daughter held in the palm of her hand, even if she loses her current good job and completely loses Shen Chunjiang's trust, she will not hesitate!

  Old Chen gritted his teeth and decided to call Yang Lan as soon as he got back to his room and tell her everything he wanted to know!

   It was him who was stupid, trying to have the best of both worlds, but in the end he found that he was far away.

   "Hey, Xiao Chen, I came back so late today, is it because the husband is delayed outside again?"

   It was Ding Bo who was in charge of taking care of the garden.

  In this short house, everyone else calls him "Old Chen", but Ding Bo is older and has more seniority than him, so he is called "Xiao Chen".

   "Well, it's a bit late, why haven't you rested yet?" He barely pulled himself together, but his face still showed a trace of fatigue.

   Ding Bo only thought that he was tired during the day and didn't think much about it.

  He smiled and said, "I originally planned to rest, but after lying down, I tossed and turned, and I couldn't tell. Now that I am older, I will sleep less, unlike you young people..." As he said, he shook his head mockingly.

   "No, it looks like the sky is about to change, so I put on my clothes and come out and move the flowers and plants outside to the shed, so as not to blow them up."

   "You are conscientious and conscientious..."

  Ding Bo waved his hand, "I'm not doing my duty, it's just that I feel sorry for those valuable delicate flowers and plants. They can't be drenched or blown, and they have to control the time and proportion when basking in the sun."

   From the serenity between his brows and eyes, it can be seen that he really likes the job of flower farmer.

  Old Chen echoed a few words, "... If there is nothing else, I will go back to the room first."

   "Don't worry, you come with me."

   "What's the matter?" He looked suspicious.

  Ding Bo didn't answer, but just waved to him, signaled to follow, and went straight forward.

   went to his room.

  Old Chen was puzzled: "What is this?"

   "Come on, sit for a while." As he said, he moved a chair in front of him, then turned back and closed the door.

  Old Chen frowned, "Are you—"

  The next second, Ding Bo found a yellowed envelope from under the pillow, and handed it to him with a smile, "Take it."

"This is?"

  Ding Bo sighed, "I know you need money now. I heard you said that Xiaoqing is going to have an operation last week. I thought it would be a big expense. Although there is not much here, it is also a little bit of my heart..."

  (end of this chapter)