Chapter 27 Jealousy "My best friend is a girl?"
Before going out, Qiao Ruoying took out two cranberry cheese soft European breads from the refrigerator, heated them in the microwave, and then packed them in a lunch box.
The transparent silicone lunch box, filled with fluffy, crispy, and soft European bread, looks very appetizing.
With the idea of serving her boss, Qiao Ruoying asked Jiang Zong if he wanted one for breakfast.
She had already made up her mind that if Jiang Zong didn't want to eat it, she would take it to the company for Du Xinrong to deal with.
Jiang Zongye looked at the soft bread in the lunch box and asked, "Did you make this?"
He remembered that when he passed by the tea room last Friday, he heard the employees say that Qiao Ruoying made ciabatta for them.
"Yeah." Qiao Ruoying was confident enough in her baking skills, so she responded to him with a crisp taste.
"Here's the flour I bought with the money you gave me, along with the baking box and the bread maker."
Hearing her say this, Jiang Zong also had an idea.
He took the lunch box and put it in his bag.
When Qiao Ruoying saw that he answered it, she was delighted. She opened the refrigerator and took out a bottle of chilled milk from the compartment.
"This milk is very creamy and goes best with bread."
"good."
Jiang Zongye took the milk and put it into the side pocket of his briefcase.
At eight o'clock, the two of them left on time. This time, they were heading in different directions: Jiang Zong was going to the factory on the outskirts of the city, while Qiao Ruoying was going to Taiheng's headquarters in the city center.
Qiao Ruoying lowered her head to check the bus schedule, took a few quick steps, and turned back to Jiang Zongye, saying, "Jiang Zong, I'm leaving first."
She looked back and smiled at him.
Jiang Zong also looked at her.
She wore a red and white plaid shirt tied loosely at the waist, and jeans and white sneakers. Her smile made the surrounding scenery brighter. The sky and streets washed by water also looked clearer. The green trees on the roadside, covered with dust, looked lush and green.
He suddenly remembered something and asked, "Don't you have menstrual cramps?"
"It doesn't hurt." Qiao Ruoying shook her head.
"Bye, I'm going to catch the bus."
She ran down the street carrying a canvas bag, the sunlight dancing in her hair. Jiang Zong also remembered her face, which was full of collagen and always rosy, and full of energy and blood.
How could such a healthy girl with sufficient qi and blood suffer from dysmenorrhea?
He likes to see a girl full of energy and vitality.
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Suburbs, factories.
Last night, an assembly line went on strike due to months of overload operation. Li Shengjie and his engineers worked to "rescue" it all night and managed to get it running again at dawn.
"I'm so exhausted. Why does the assembly line go on strike every time I'm on duty?"
In the office, Li Shengjie opened the refrigerator and took out a bottle of iced mineral water. He complained to Jiang Zongye, who was checking emails on the sofa, "Look at my dark circles. Is this acceptable? They're so dark, people think I'm on drugs."
Jiang Zong also looked up from the computer screen and glanced at him. Seeing two big and swollen eye circles on Li Shengjie's pale face, he smiled unkindly.
"Levi, I'll give you some of my own money this month. Buy two bottles of eye cream."
Li Shengjie: "Come on, I don't care about that."
He was sharp-eyed and spotted the lunch box next to Jiang Zongye's briefcase. Inside the transparent box was a plump, soft European bread that was as soft as a bite.
"I want this."
Li Shengjie, who had been hungry all night, took a fancy to the soft European bread and was about to take the lunch box away when Jiang Zongye pressed it down with his strong fingers.
"It's just a piece of bread." Li Shengjie was dumbfounded. Jiang Zong was not usually such a stingy person.
"No." Jiang Zong also rejected it flatly. "...She made it for me."
He struggled for a few seconds about what to call Qiao Ruoying. This was the first time he mentioned Qiao Ruoying in front of his acquaintances and friends. What should he call her?
Girlfriend?
But Qiao Ruoying didn't even consider him as her boyfriend.
She still called him "Mr. Jiang".
"Oh." Li Shengjie understood. "Did your cat make this for you? She's quite skilled."
No wonder this guy suddenly became so stingy!
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Today it was Qiao Ruoying's turn to buy midnight snacks for the overtime workers. She was extremely busy and did not leave Taehyung's headquarters until ten o'clock in the evening.
Fortunately, if she came back late, she didn't have to squeeze into the car that was like a can of sardines. The driver, Lao Chen, was waiting in the garage in a Maybach and took her all the way to the downstairs of her apartment.
Qiao Ruoying returned to the rental house, and half an hour later, Jiang Zong also came back.
She didn't have any fitness equipment, which was inconvenient for Jiang Zong, but he quickly found an alternative: he held onto the beam of her bedroom door with both hands and did 5x12 sets of pull-ups.
The light reflected his stretching and contracting arms, the rising and falling body, and cast his shadow on the aqua-green checkered tiles.
Qiao Ruoying watched him from afar as he clung to the door beam with his long body, and suddenly felt a little sorry for the beam.
Menliang, thank you for your hard work.
Jiang Zong also used the door beam to do pull-ups, which was also the "unbearable lightness of life" for the door beam.
Out of consideration for his boss, Qiao Ruoying opened the Orange software and placed an order for a set of 15kg dumbbells. The reason he bought them from Orange was because they could be delivered to his door tomorrow so he could use them.
After placing the order, Qiao Ruoying hurried to collect the clothes on the balcony.
Clothes dried by the sun are loose, soft, warm and fragrant, and are filled with the unique scent of sunshine.
She had received half of it when Jiang Zong finished doing pull-ups and walked over. There was a thin layer of sweat on his face, and a strand of hair hung down on his forehead, giving him a kind of moist handsomeness.
"Collecting clothes?"
He glanced casually at the clothes in her hands and happened to see the small piece of clothing she was holding.
A thin layer of French lingerie, pure tender purple, embellished with lace mesh and bows;
The briefs were small and thin, with a bright red cherry printed under the bow in the center of the front.
He could imagine how she would look wearing them, the cup shape perfectly supporting her erect figure, the triangular fabric covering her full mound from...
Inside the rental house, the atmosphere suddenly became humid and hot. The wick of a scented candle kept dancing on the desk, casting a dim shadow, reflecting the girl's rosy face.
Subconsciously, Qiao Ruoying turned out the bright yellow T-shirt underneath and covered her small clothes with it.
She was trying to cover her ears and steal the bell, as if by doing so he wouldn't see it.
“…”
Jiang Zongye let out a silent chuckle from his nose.
The bright yellow T-shirt was made of pure cotton. After repeated washing, small balls formed on it, which looked like small ivory bumps on the skin.
The quality of her clothes is not very good, a bunch of synthetic fibers.
For a moment, Jiang Zong wanted to say, "Throw all these away, I'll buy you new ones," but then he thought that Qiao Ruoying had her own persistence and standards, which he should respect.
Besides, isn't it a manifestation of being "superior" to hold her to one's own standards?
During this period of time, he has been reflecting on himself.
What’s even more remarkable is that he likes Qiao Ruoying’s self.
Even though he said to her sarcastically, "Did your ugly clothes ever save your life?", she was not hurt by these words. Instead, she continued to do her own thing, wearing her clothes and dressing herself up.
As for changing her dressing room... let's wait until their relationship is more advanced.
At that time, what he wanted was not for her to "obey" him and change into higher-quality clothes, but to give her the room and power to choose.
She can choose whatever she wants to wear.
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Nearing mid-November, Taehyung paid out last month's salary. Qiao Ruoying received the pay slip and looked at the four-digit number on the "actual total". The corners of her lips curled up and she couldn't help but smile.
It is the money earned through hard work that makes you more satisfied, more secure and more fulfilled.
She first transferred 500 yuan each to Ms. Qiao Li and her sister Qiao Ruoqi.
They also replied to her message quickly.
Ms. Qiao Li: "Did you get your salary? Did you get the sausages Mom sent you?"
Little Pig Ruoqi: "Good sister, I'll take care of all the dishes this winter vacation. Chirp/Chirp/Chirp."
Her mother confiscated her transfer, and Qiao Ruoqi accepted it readily, but also returned three hundred to her.
Sakura swayed, "I received the sausages. They're delicious. They have more lean meat than the previous batch."
"Please, Peggy, of course you have to wash the dishes this winter break, because I, your older sister, don't have any winter break!"
Little Pig Ruoqi: "Hahaha, I feel sorry for my elder sister for a second."
As expected, family is family. Qiao Ruoying thought of the thick bag of sausages in the refrigerator of the rental house, and the corners of her lips curled up unconsciously.
Then, she remembered that Yuan Yiyi had been talking about wanting to eat Korean barbecue on the fourth floor of Oumeihui and invited her to go with her, but at the time she was completely preoccupied with "paying one-third of the rent in deposit and no spare money", so she repeatedly rejected her best friend's request.
And now, after deducting the rent for next quarter, she still had some money left in her salary card; not to mention the small amount of money she had saved in the sunflower gold card Jiang Zong gave her...
When people are happy, they feel refreshed, and when they feel refreshed, they want to eat something delicious to make them feel even happier.
Qiao Ruoying quickly called Yuan Yiyi.
"Yiyi, let's go eat that barbecue you've been craving today. How about the one on the fourth floor of Oumeihui?"
"Leave it to me this time to treat you. I'll make sure you eat until you're full."
Yuan Yiyi now works as a slave in a large factory in Luocheng.
Seeing Qiao Ruoying's news, she first made a joke:
Yuan Yiyi: "Xiaoying, are you willing to treat me to barbecue? Did you scratch out the winning ticket at the lottery shop?"
She knew a little about Qiao Ruoying's family situation.
Qiao Ruoying's family is a single-parent family. Her mother raised her and her sister alone, and their conditions were not good.
During their undergraduate studies, Qiao Ruoying and her would be more careful with their spending when dining out; for restaurants with an average cost of over 100 yuan per person, she would repeatedly check the Dianping ratings and would only go there within a few days after the school issued the student loan.
And now, Qiao Ruoying has graduated and found a job in a large company like Taehyung Group. She has the ability to earn money independently and finally doesn't have to live such a tight life. She doesn't have to be stingy when buying fruit, and she doesn't have to repeatedly compare ratings on Dianping for a big meal. Yuan Yiyi is really happy for her.
Independent women who earn money are different.
Sakura swayed, "I want to win the lottery, too. Roll your eyes/roll your eyes/roll your eyes. Give me some of your shit luck."
"Actually, I'm getting paid. Seduction/smirk/seduction, treating you to barbecue is a piece of cake. Just bring your stomach to the barbecue restaurant, and afterward we'll take a stroll along the river."
Yuan Yiyi: "Then I'll go as soon as I get off work. Puppy riding a skateboard.jpg"
Only after everything was finalized did Qiao Ruoying send a message to Jiang Zongye.
Cat Bite: "Mr. Jiang, I'm going out for dinner tonight and will be back at Golden Home a little later."
Three minutes later, Jiang Zong also replied.
Old man: "Where are you going to eat? Who are you going with? What time will you be back?"
Looking at these three neatly arranged question marks, Qiao Ruoying complained softly in her heart:
President Jiang is checking the household registration and even wants to know who his subordinates go to eat with.
You can complain in your heart, but you still have to be respectful when replying to messages. Qiao Ruoying flatters in the chat box:
"Mr. Jiang, I'm going to Oumeihui with my bestie to eat Korean BBQ tonight. Thank you to Taehyung Group for giving me such a great job opportunity and paying me such a high salary. I'm so satisfied and I'm going to treat my bestie to BBQ to celebrate. Rose/Rose/Rose."
Pressing the "Send" button, she imagined that Jiang Zong also received these words, his brows furrowed, his slender white hands covering his mouth, his shoulders shaking with laughter.
I wonder how the old man will respond to her message?
Two minutes later.
Old man: "...Please stop talking nonsense."
"That honey-smeared little mouth of yours is only suitable for calling 'brother' in bed, not for flattering men."
Imagining his dark face, she smiled like a flower branch shaking on a tree.
Old man: "Your flattery is too blunt. You are not suitable for flattery."
“…”
Good guy, you still feel disgusted.
Qiao Ruoying stopped laughing and thought angrily that from now on, old men would never be able to hear a single flattering word from her.
Over there, news about Jiang Zongye was still pouring in:
Old man: "Best friend, is she a girl?"
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The author has something to say: Do you feel it? The old man is lowering his proud head little by little, but he still wants to be jealous. He also wants to be jealous of Yingying's best friend! He is a stingy and jealous king.
The comment section is so joyful recently. Actually, I wanted to say this five days ago, but unfortunately I had to finish all the chapters of these five days in advance and it was difficult to revise them, so I will add it to today's chapter.
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