The Koi Boss Has Grown Up Through the Ages

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Through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, seeing his father's once tall figure become slightly hunched, Li Jin suddenly remembered that today was his father's birthday.

"Li Jin, I just received a call from the major shareholder and must leave immediately. I'm sorry I can't accompany you to dinner."

Without waiting for his daughter to reply, Li Shuai hurriedly got into the car and left.

Qian Xiang followed Li Shuai out to close the courtyard door and the house door, and brought a cup of steaming rock sugar chrysanthemum water from the kitchen to Li Jin.

"Your dad seems to be always busy, but your dad really cares about you. He brought two cans of chrysanthemum tea and asked me to make it for you."

"If my dad wasn't busy with work, I wouldn't have a good life today. When my family first came to Guangzhou, I lived in an urban village, and the windows couldn't be opened, so I could reach the house opposite. There is no air conditioner in the summer and I sleep on a small iron bed. The bed rails are hot."

The memories of childhood are a little fuzzy, but Li Jin was impressed by the hot summer's heat and the burning of his hands by the railings of the bed.

"I didn't expect your family to live in an urban village!"

Qian Xiang was a little unbelievable. She always thought that Li Jin was born as Bai Fumei.

"I lied to you as a puppy."

Li Jin blinked his big eyes, stretched out his hand to pull away the messy head, and his long smooth hair fell down like a waterfall, instantly turning into Snow White in fairy tales.

Qian Xiang likes to see Li Jin's fashionable and changeable face, and looks at it madly and says:

"I've already sorted out the bedroom and cloakroom upstairs. I'm afraid it will take two or three days for the clothing room on the first floor. There are too many things, and it will be difficult to sort them in a while."

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Qian Xiang turned his head and frowned at the dozen or so large cardboard boxes piled at the door of the clothing room on the first floor.

"Take your time, you can't be in a hurry. You must be exhausted today. Go home early. You will drive that car temporarily, and I won't need it if I live here."

"I don't think it's convenient to live here. There's not even a small supermarket around."

Qian Xiang looked out of the floor-to-ceiling windows on the whole wall. Although the environment here is good, it is not convenient to travel and shop.

"Don't forget that I have you, you can drive me."

Li Jin picked up the car key on the coffee table and put it into Qian Xiang's hand.

Li Jin was not in a hurry to drink the chrysanthemum tea, and looked around at the furnishings in the room.

The ground floor is divided into leisure and work areas. The leisure area is equipped with a beige large fabric sofa and a wood-colored coffee table with a circular arc shape.

There is an oversized long wooden table in the work area, the long table is facing the floor-to-ceiling window, and the green garden view shows a screen saver on the floor-to-ceiling window.

A blue-yellow oil painting more than three feet high stood at the base of the large white wall used as the background for the shooting.

"That picture was put there by your father himself."

Qian Xiang followed Li Jin's gaze and glanced at the oil painting, then bent down and dragged two large cardboard boxes into the clothing room.

This painting was the first time she brought home from the studio when she was ten years old. She was so happy that she thought she could give it to her mother as a gift, but she didn't even see her mother for the last time...

If it wasn't for her father who insisted on sending her to the studio that day, she would definitely be able to send her mother the last ride...

Li Jin has always been brooding about his father's concealment of the time of his mother's death. Anger flooded his eyes, he picked up the picture frame, turned his head and stuffed it under the sofa.

"Bah."

A white bead the size of a quail egg rolled from the satchel on the sofa to the ground and stopped beside Li Jin's finger.

White Pearl!

If the white pearl hadn't fallen out of the bag, Li Jin would have almost forgotten about the white pearl.

Holding the white pearl in the palm, the palm suddenly felt warm.