"The child is dead and you know how to shake off the snot in your mouth. What have you been planning for? Now you see that I'm thinner and prettier, and you're licking me again. I can't afford to lose face with you. Hurry up and get up and get out of here!"

Wu Zhiqiu drove this shameless son out of the house, saying that he was always nagging and clinging to his husband, even worse than an old woman.

The third brother was ruthlessly kicked out of the house. Suffering both mentally and physically, he fell asleep on the kang.

The next morning, Da Laba came to Wu Zhiqiu to return the three hundred yuan. Zeng Dexian had earned more than a thousand yuan on this trip, so he gave them three hundred yuan. Da Laba shared the money happily.

"Sister-in-law, running a truck is really profitable, but it's also really stressful. I can't sleep well when my child is out. But I don't have much money, so I can't help my child. I just hope that every time he goes out, everything goes smoothly."

Wu Zhiqiu put the money away and kindly reminded him, "Let Dexian take more rest on the way. Money is not earned overnight. Health is more important. Dexian's eyes were red when he came here."

"Dexian's car was bought in partnership with his brother-in-law. In the end, they didn't have the money, so his father-in-law borrowed the money and said that the car would be split equally between the two families and they would share it when they made money. This time they made a lot of money, so the two of them decided not to rest. They got it yesterday, are loading more goods today, and will ship again tomorrow." Da Laba also felt sorry for his son, but a joint business has to be discussed together.

Wu Zhiqiu sighed inwardly, he had said everything he needed to say, the rest was up to fate.

The goods that the old man and the third brother import are all hot-selling items in the south. The styles are very novel, the fabrics are good, and the prices are naturally very attractive.

The clothes have to be ironed and hung up, and the models at the door have to change styles every day to attract different customer groups.

The shop is now high-end, with floor-to-ceiling mirrors, fitting rooms and cashier counters, and looks classy from the outside. Naturally, there are fewer customers entering the store, and the store is not so busy.

Before the third brother had the chance to look for Zhao Xiaochuan, Zhao Xiaochuan came to his house on his own.

"Third brother, you are so mean. You didn't even inform me when you came." Before he even entered the door, Zhao Xiaochuan's complaining voice was heard.

"Even if I didn't notify you, you would have smelled the smell and come here anyway." The third brother was not polite to his friend.

In the store, Zhao Na and Tian Qingqing were both wearing work clothes, black shirts with puff sleeves, black trousers, and black half-heeled shoes. The all-black outfits made their figures look very proportionate, and with the light in the room, the girls' skin looked very soft and tender.

Zhao Xiaochuan entered the store, looked at the two girls and whistled, "Hi, Qingqing!"

The third son... this grandson! A thief in the family!

The third brother blocked Zhao Xiaochuan's sight and said, "Don't look at what you shouldn't look at."

Zhao Xiaochuan...㱗They're selling clothes, but they won't let people see them, so why don't you let them out?

"Brother, I'm heartbroken and I need comfort." He glanced at Tian Qingqing behind him.

"I'll ask my grandfather to comfort you."

"I need the comfort of a beautiful woman"

The third brother looked at Zhao Xiaochuan dangerously. He had to help his brother when he was in trouble. "Zhao Na, come here. I'll introduce you to..."

Zhao Xiaochuan immediately covered the third brother's mouth. He was just joking, but this guy was serious.

"What's wrong? Stop comforting me."

"Hold your fists, big brother. I was just kidding, you're playing tricks on me."

"Where's your little greengage?"

"Just watch and cherish it, just forget it and be calm," Zhao Xiaochuan said with a sad look on his face.

"How many dishes? You're drunk like this, and you haven't even graduated from junior high school. Can you stop pretending to be a scholar? We know each other, and we're both like dogs that can't even hold two taels of ghee." The third brother had a look of disgust on his face. He didn't understand what nonsense he was saying.

Zhao Xiaochuan...wouldn't it be possible for him to be artistic? He could still say it anyway.

"We broke up," Zhao Xiaochuan said without getting angry. If you speak more subtly to him, he won't understand.