Transmigrated to the 80s and Pregnant with the Big Boss's Baby

An accident transports Ye Qing into a novel from the 1980s, making her the villainous female supporting character who obstructs the male and female leads' happiness. Her entire family is also prob...

Chapter 200 At this time

Xiao Hong frowned and thought for a moment before saying, "Since Ye Qing is so excessive, why don't you come to Commander Wang's house after I return home?"

Sister Han hesitated, "This... isn't very good."

Although she really didn't want to work at Ye Qing anymore, apart from the unfair salary, Ye Qing was pretty good in other aspects.

Xiaohong, "What's wrong with that? You're not selling it to them. If you're not happy with the job, why not just quit?

It’s not like we’re in the old society where you have to work in one family your whole life.”

As she spoke, she remembered something, "Sister Han, you're not worried that Commander Wang and his wife's demands are too high, are you?

I tell you, you don’t have to worry about this at all.

When I first came here, I had no experience in serving people and made a lot of mistakes, but they never said anything to me.

You have so many years of experience, you are much better than I was back then."

The more Sister Han thought about what Xiaohong said, the more excited she became.

Although Commander Wang’s salary is not as much as Ye Qing’s, it is still more than that of the nannies outside.

The key point is that Commander Wang’s family consists of an elderly couple, and they do less work than Ye Qing’s family.

However, although she was tempted, she did not agree immediately and said she would think about it.

Xiaohong, "Sister Han, you have to think about it quickly. I have a little sister from my hometown who wants to come to Beicheng to work as a nanny."

Ye Qing had no idea that Sister Han was planning to change jobs. She was dressing Youyou in the store.

There were some new arrivals in the store today, and Ye Qing saw some particularly cute hairpins, so she took them out and put them on Youyou's head.

Youyou also likes beautiful things, and she took the hairpin that Ye Qing gave her and tried it on her head.

Ye Qing smiled and kissed her little cheek, "Okay, you've worn enough. You won't be able to wear any more."

Then he asked Hongxia to hold the mirror and show it to Youyou.

Look how much she has on her head.

After dressing up Youyou, Ye Qing saw Zhou Zhou sitting on a chair and leisurely eating rice cakes. He had an idea and picked up a hairpin with a small red flower on it and walked over to clip it in his hair.

Perhaps feeling uncomfortable, Zhou Zhou reached out and took off the hairpin, "No...no."

Ye Qing put it on him again and said, "It looks very nice." He looked like a little girl.

"No." Zhou Zhou took it off again.

Seeing that he really didn't like it, Ye Qing no longer insisted and put the hairpin down.

Looking up, I saw that the pastry shop across the street was closed, so I asked curiously, "Hongxia, what happened to Gao's shop? Why is it closed?"

In her impression, this store would be open even during the Chinese New Year.

Hongxia, "That couple is getting a divorce. They haven't opened the door for two days. Oh, and the divorce was initiated by the man."

"Divorce? Why?"

In Ye Qing's impression, the man in the pastry shop was a man of few words. He stayed at the back of the shop all day making pastries and looked very honest and dutiful.

He was also very good to his wife and never said a harsh word to her, even when rumors spread that she was having an affair with another man.

Why did you suddenly file for divorce?

Hongxia pointed to the tobacco and liquor shop opposite.

I saw the couple next door huddled together and talking intimately, and they seemed to have a very good relationship.

Ye Qing looked surprised.

I'm surprised their relationship has healed so quickly, even though they were so inseparable just a few days ago.

However, after seeing this scene, I kind of understand why the man from the pastry shop wanted to file for divorce at this time.