Chapter 211: Where to buy single beds? [Update 1]

Gao Yaren followed his line of sight and looked over there.

When she noticed that he was looking at the pot of flowers in the trash can, a shy expression appeared on her face and she scratched the end of her eyebrows with her fingertips.

She laughed awkwardly and explained, "I wanted to make a blanket for you, but I don't know what happened. The flowers on it just... flipped over onto the bed. I saw that the flower stems were broken, so I helped to throw them away."

Guan Zhen raised his hand and pointed to the window: "Where is the book?"

"Oh, well, I wanted to help you put your books in order, but the water cup on the table fell over somehow."

"Then you can hang it up for me."

Gao Yaren stood up from the bed, staring at him with wide eyes and trying to argue: "I was helping you out of kindness, and you're still fussing about it?"

"No, I mean..."

Guan Zhen looked at his wife, and when his eyes touched the bruises on her eyelids, he couldn't say the next words.

He pursed his lips and asked, "Why don't you sleep a little longer?"

The woman said coldly, "No, go back to the city this afternoon and give me Cheng Gong's plan. I will then assign a few people to follow up on the project. By the way, ask Di'er to notify them to send all the accounts to the municipal government next Monday. I want to review them in person."

Guan Zhen sighed, his voice gradually softened, and he said softly: "Didn't you sleep last night? Has the municipal government been very busy recently? You are not young anymore, and you are still doing things for young people. What if your body can't take it anymore?"

Gao Yaren straightened her clothes and said, "It's none of your business. Where's my coat?"

She looked around, then pulled her suit out from under the quilt. She was so angry when she saw the wrinkles on it that she gritted her teeth and slapped the man on the head with her clothes: "It's all your fault. You made my coat wrinkled when you sat on it. Couldn't you have paid more attention before you sat down?"

“…………”

Guan Zhen dodged a few times, and his cheek was hit by the corner of his clothes, which hurt a bit.

Obviously she pressed it herself...

He put his hands on his hips and said angrily, "Luckily I'm fifty years old this year. If I were sixty, I would be pissed to death by you!"

Gao Yaren glared at him fiercely, walked to the closet, found a men's suit, put it on, and tied it around her waist with her own calfskin belt.

After finishing, she pushed the door and left without looking back.

Guan Zhen was left alone in the room.

He looked back at his wife's figure disappearing behind the door, then raised his eyes to look at the open book on the windowsill, warmed by the scorching sun.

Guan Zhen's lips curled up into a smile, and a few age-related wrinkles appeared at the corners of his eyes.

His room, which had been frozen in winter for nearly ten years, finally welcomed her warmth, like a dead tree about to come back to life in spring...

…

Gao Yaren came downstairs.

The driver was already waiting at the door of the office building.

After watching the woman get into the car, the driver looked through the rearview mirror at her in the back seat and asked in a low voice: "Mayor, are you going back to the city?"

Gao Yaren leaned her elbow on the car door, rubbing her fingers with black nail polish unconsciously.

She thought for a moment and said coldly, "Let's go to the furniture store first."

Driver: "Mayor, there may not be a furniture mall in the county."

“…”

Gao Yaren hesitated for a moment and asked, "... Where can I buy a single bed?"

"A department store."

"Then go to the department store."

"good."

The black car slowly slid forward, drove out of the steel factory and headed straight for the department store. When passing through the door, Gao Yaren saw a small stall selling roasted sweet potatoes on the roadside through the car window.

She curled her lips and smiled, muttering to herself: "It's been many years since I last had roasted sweet potatoes..."

Time makes people grow old.

In the blink of an eye, I am almost fifty...