Did she want to kill him?

At around three o'clock in the afternoon, not long after Li Yulan left, An Lu came. When she saw Song Xiaojuan, her nose was not a nose and her face was not a face. Song Xiaojuan didn't care. She only cared about how much money An Lu could give her.

"Where is your so-called evidence?" An Lu asked loudly at the door of the store, her voice trembling.

Song Xiaojuan sat on the stool, not even getting up, and smiled gently: "Those things are to be given to your mother tomorrow."

"It's the same for me!" An Lu was a little exasperated.

"That's different. Your mother promised me to pay back the money for Zhao Wenhua, but you didn't agree." Song Xiaojuan deliberately teased her in a casual tone.

An Lu looks like a rich girl who has never experienced society. If you give her a trap, she will fall into it.

Sure enough, she looked at me with contempt and said in a sarcastic tone, "Ha! It's all about money, how much do you want?"

Song Xiaojuan kept pursing her lips, afraid she would laugh out loud, so she coughed and said, "Eighteen thousand plus interest, after four years, that's two thousand."

"Why don't you go rob? No, I already returned part of it to you when we were in the village. How come you included it in the money too?" An Lu pointed at Song Xiaojuan angrily with red eyes.

You're already worried about this little bit of money, but who's going to feel sorry for my original self, even though he's dead? If I hadn't traveled through time, my original self wouldn't even be worth mentioning.

Song Xiaojuan took a deep breath and said, "Don't be in a hurry. This is just an appetizer. The real feast is that bastard Zhao Wenhua."

Song Xiaojuan instantly regained her nonchalant expression and said to An Lu, "If you don't have money, leave quickly and don't delay our business."

An Lu saw that Song Xiaojuan's breathing became rapid, and with red eyes she took out two thousand yuan from her bag. This was the money she had specifically asked for from her father when she came here.

He stuffed it into Song Xiaojuan's hand and said, "Here's the money! Give me the things!"

Of course, the things cannot be given now. If someone has nothing to do, he will carry that thing with him at all times.

After counting the money, Song Xiaojuan said slowly: "I can't give it to you. The things are at home." Then she smiled at An Lu.

Forget it, stop teasing her. She'll almost cry if you tease her for a few more seconds.

As expected, An Lu curled her lips, staring at Song Xiaojuan with her big watery eyes, and said in a wronged tone: "You...how can you be like this!"

Logically, Song Xiaojuan should hate the third party, but she just couldn't hate this girl in her heart.

Although this girl was arrogant and even unruly, Song Xiaojuan felt that she was not the kind of person who would become a third party even though she knew that the other person already had a partner. She asked what she was thinking.

"Let me ask you something. Didn't you know that Zhao Wenhua had a girlfriend before you pursued him?" Song Xiaojuan's tone returned to calm.

"Shameless! Who's chasing him?" An Lu muttered softly.

It was similar to what Song Xiaojuan guessed.

"He was the one who took the initiative to pursue you, right? Why did you agree when you knew he already had a girlfriend?" Song Xiaojuan played with her nails, her tone a little casual.

"You're talking nonsense. Wenhua said that you two broke up after he went to college."

"Tsk! Do you still believe what he said? If we had broken up a long time ago, why would I still give him money? You're so beautiful, how come your brain isn't working well?" Song Xiaojuan said as she pushed a stool inside and handed it to An Lu: "Sit down and talk."

Song Xiaojuan looked at her bulging belly and couldn't bear to let her stand there.

An Lu didn't want to sit down at first, thinking that Song Xiaojuan was being hypocritical.

But she was really tired of standing for such a long time, so she sat down: "You are the one with a bad brain. He broke up with you because you had no common language. We are classmates and have things to talk about." She still remembered this.

Song Xiaojuan gritted her teeth. What should she do? She felt a little regretful for her kindness.

"Don't change the subject, just give me the things." An Lu seemed to suddenly remember her purpose and forced Song Xiaojuan to hand over the things.

"It's at home. How about you come with me tonight to get it? Or you can come early tomorrow to get it."

"Then you...then you give me back the money." An Lu's lips were pouting so much that soy sauce could be hung on them.

Song Xiaojuan really didn't want to waste time on this "child": "Are you coming to get it tomorrow, or are you coming back with me tonight?"

An Lu pouted, glared at Song Xiaojuan, and walked away unwillingly.

Song Xiaojuan took a deep breath, went home tonight to copy a copy, and gave the original to An Lu's mother as a favor, in case it might be useful in the future.

Song Xiaojuan counted the money she had, and with the two thousand, it was already six thousand two. Renting a store in a good location would cost at least seven or eight hundred, and the rest would be for purchasing goods.

No matter how good Song Xiaojuan's plan was, it couldn't keep up with the changes, but she didn't know this yet.

When I got off work in the evening, I went to the mall to buy some skin care products. As soon as I entered the door, I saw Li Yulan.

Hey, this guy is not looking at the store, but is strolling here.

Song Xiaojuan was about to call her when she suddenly saw her walk towards a middle-aged man, take his arm, and walk in another direction.

Song Xiaojuan moved her lips but didn't scream in the end.

Everyone has privacy, and some things are not good to say publicly.

When Song Xiaojuan was going back, she met Zhao Guomin at the intersection again. Was he waiting for her again?

This was so embarrassing. Song Xiaojuan didn't ask any questions and went over to help him up: "Your foot isn't fully healed yet. Don't wait for me next time."

Zhao Guomin: "..."

What a coincidence, he found a suitable store today and booked it by paying the money directly.

He originally wanted to eat outside before going home, but then he thought of the "free labor" at home, so he gritted his teeth and walked back.

"Oh! I haven't eaten pork ribs and beans for so long since I came to the county. I have forgotten what it tastes like." Zhao Guomin suddenly said this.

Song Xiaojuan's hand holding his arm paused for a moment, then resumed its position.

What's he saying? Haven't you tried pork ribs stewed with beans? I've been here all this time and I haven't even eaten meat scraps.

Just ignore the conversation, pretend to be deaf and keep walking.

"When my foot gets better, I'll buy some spare ribs and cook them myself. Do you want to eat anything?" Zhao Guomin continued chatting.

Now that things have come to this, Song Xiaojuan can no longer pretend not to hear.

She glanced at his feet and smirked, "Ha, I'm fine. If you want to eat it, I'll make it tonight?"

This is just a polite remark, can he hear it?

"Isn't that too much trouble? You've worked a whole day and worked so hard for me. I feel bad about it." Zhao Guomin looked embarrassed.

Song Xiaojuan: "..." Hehe

Song Xiaojuan felt a little depressed. There was no meat at home, and she had to make a special trip. She must have been very tired after a day's work.

"Luckily, it was my foot that was hit. I have thick skin and it's okay. If Xiao Jiabao had really blocked you, it would have been very dangerous for you, a little girl. It's scary just thinking about it." Zhao Guomin continued to remind Song Xiaojuan that he was injured for her.

He did not do this to take revenge on Song Xiaojuan. After spending some time together, he felt that Song Xiaojuan should not be a bad person. As for what happened at that time, he didn't know, and he would ask her later.

The reason why he ordered Song Xiaojuan around was because teasing her was quite fun, especially when she had a bitter face and had to agree, he really wanted to laugh.

What could Song Xiaojuan do? She hated owing favors to others the most. Apart from that, when the two of them were selling fruit, Zhao Guomin did the work of two people, and she didn't pay him a penny more. So she just considered it as repaying the favor.

Song Xiaojuan worked hard all night and finally prepared the dish the way she remembered.

But this color looks a little... a little wrong.

She remembered that other people's ribs were all golden brown, but hers were a little black, and the beans didn't look cooked either.

Should she throw it away and start over? But the ribs were too expensive, and she was reluctant to do it and didn't want to go through the trouble again.

Song Xiaojuan kept a small half and gave the majority to Zhao Guomin.

When Zhao Guomin saw the color of the ribs, he frowned slightly. Can this be eaten?

Song Xiaojuan saw through his confusion: "Although the color is not good, it smells quite good. I tried it." Afraid that he didn't believe her, she deliberately put the plate in front of him and let him smell it.

Zhao Guomin stepped back and said, "Yes, it smells really good. Thank you." He smiled gently at Song Xiaojuan.

Song Xiaojuan also smiled and shook her head: "Hey, you are too polite. You can eat the ribs. The beans are a bit salty, so don't eat them." After saying that, she stood there and didn't leave.

Zhao Guomin looked at her with a smile, as if to ask if she had anything else to say.

Of course there was something wrong. She had to see if Zhao Guomin would be poisoned after eating it. Although it shouldn't be a problem if he only ate the ribs, what if?

The two of them had their own thoughts, and Zhao Guomin finished his meal under Song Xiaojuan's strange behavior.

Song Xiaojuan also felt that her behavior was a bit strange, but what could she do? Where could she find such a kind girl like her?

Song Xiaojuan praised herself in her heart while eating the ribs with big mouthfuls of confidence.

I didn't feel any discomfort when I slept at night. The next day, on my way to work, I passed by Zhao Guomin's house.

Song Xiaojuan hesitated for a moment, but still knocked on the door.

"Come in, the door is not locked." A weak voice came from inside the room.

Song Xiaojuan was shocked. What happened?

I quickly pushed the door open and went in, only to see Zhao Guomin lying on the kang with a sallow face.

Song Xiaojuan's voice trembled: "Ah! What happened to you? Let's go to the hospital quickly."

Zhao Guomin raised his hand and made a one-sign gesture. Song Xiaojuan was a little confused: "One what?"

As he was speaking, he helped him up and told himself he had to be rushed to the hospital.

When Zhao Guomin sat up, he gritted his teeth and said weakly, "I've been to the toilet more than ten times! You try."

Song Xiaojuan pursed her lips and didn't dare to answer. How could a grown man be so weak?

Fortunately, the county hospital was close to them, so Song Xiaojuan sent the patient there. The examination results showed that he had diarrhea due to eating something bad, and he was given an IV drip.

Song Xiaojuan was busy all morning when she remembered that she had an important thing to do today.

Let alone a phone call at this time, she didn't even have a pager, which was too time-consuming.

After making arrangements for Zhao Guomin, she left quickly.

Zhao Guomin looked at her hurried back and felt a little angry. Did this woman do it on purpose?

He took back the thought that "she is not a bad person". This woman did it on purpose, otherwise how could she be fine after eating it?