He put his arms around Su Ci and took a test with the pen in his right hand.
This posture seemed to hold her completely in his arms. Qi Du thought viciously that he was really bad.
This is how you bully a responsible tutor.
Su Ci glanced at the scribbled heart he had just drawn, a crooked little heart that was ugly yet cute.
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At the same time, An Kefan went to several tutoring places but failed to find a suitable tutor.
After leaving Qi's house, she saw that those parents who distributed flyers were like black-hearted bosses, who only paid a maximum of 200 yuan for an hour of tutoring.
She was just sending away beggars. In her previous life, she had to spend more than two hundred yuan a bottle on juice.
Even at this slave price, those parents were still picky, sometimes complaining that she didn't get full marks in her major courses, sometimes saying that her personality was not suitable.
An Kefan was so angry that he retorted on the spot.
"Your son has the throne, right? I've even accepted a 2,000-yuan lesson. Don't hire a private tutor if you don't have the money! You're so poor yet you still love to show off!"
Qi Du's family runs such a big company, but they don't have so many unreasonable demands.
The parents laughed when they heard this and asked An Kefan to produce evidence. As long as she had evidence, they would give her two thousand yuan.
An Kefan subconsciously took out her cell phone to look for it, but there was only a 500 yuan transfer from the housekeeper Uncle Zhong on it. She didn't even have Mrs. Qi's contact information.
In her previous life, what proof did she have?
An Kefan left with her bag in hand, but she never expected that she would be banned from the part-time tutoring group right after she left.
She ran around for several hours and finally found a suitable one that paid 150 yuan an hour, with two sessions on weekdays and four sessions on weekends.
This salary is far from the 2,000 yuan hourly wage that Mrs. Qi was paid, not to mention that the Qi family gave her big red envelopes from time to time.
It doesn't matter. As long as I can get rid of Qi Du, it's worth losing any amount of money.
An Kefan comforted herself and hailed a taxi on the roadside to go back to school. When she got out of the car and paid, a pop-up message saying insufficient balance appeared on the screen, which made her feel embarrassed.
"Hurry up, girl! Being a college student is not easy. Uncle will give you a zero and I'm in a hurry to take the next order!"
She fumbled around for a long time and took out a few coins from the compartment of her backpack. Together with the balance in her phone, it was just enough to pay the fare.
After getting off the car, she quickly took out the bill to check.
You won’t know until you see it, and you’ll be shocked. She was looking for a part-time tutoring job everywhere today, and she spent more than 400 yuan on taxis alone!
My cousin and I had a private meal at noon, which cost over a thousand yuan per person. She ordered a basic set meal, which cost 1,200 yuan, which was almost a month's living expenses.
In other words, it's only the 1st and she has already spent all her living expenses for this month.
The evening breeze blew with a hot smell, and An Kefan was a little dazed. Considering her consumption level, this was quite unfair.
When she went out before, she was always picked up by a special car wherever she went.
Or it’s a limited edition luxury car that no one else can buy.
When it comes to food and clothing, I never look at the price tag, I only look at my mood.
And now, she was standing on the roadside, her clothes soaked with sweat, the dozens of dollars worth of street stall goods on her body, her stomach was so empty that it made her feel uncomfortable, but she couldn't even afford a bowl of fried noodles.
For a moment, An Kefan felt so wronged that he wanted to cry.
It was Qi Du who made her like this.
She could have lived a good life, content with the status quo, content with being ordinary, but it was his stinking money that spoiled her.
The black and red cloth rushed past, and the air currents caused by it ruffled her hair.
An Kefan looked up and froze in place. A chill ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and cold sweat soaked his back.
That's the Qi Du sports car.
She would never admit her mistake.
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