Of course, most of Zhao Jingxia's enthusiasm is due to Wan Xinyu himself.
Although Wan Xinyu had rejected Zhao Jingxia many times, Zhao Jingxia just wouldn't give up.
At this moment, Zhao Jingxia saw Wan Xinyu and the others coming over, and quickly took out the things she had reserved in advance: "These don't require tickets, take a look and see if there are any you like."
When Shen Yunshu lowered her head to choose, she winked at Wan Xinyu. Wan Xinyu, realizing her gaze, said with a stiff upper lip:
"Comrade Zhao, our brigade wants to do business with the supply and marketing cooperative. Could you please talk to your director?"
It was rare for a beloved to ask for something, so Zhao Jingxia naturally wanted to help. Before helping, she said shyly, "Wan Zhiqing, can I treat you to lunch today?"
Wan Xinyu was about to shake his head to refuse, but when he received Shen Yunshu's threatening look, he gritted his teeth and agreed.
Only then did Zhao Jingxia happily go to the back to call for help.
Wan Xinyu complained dissatisfiedly: “Chen Yunshu, it’s all your fault.”
"It's my fault that you sold your body. I'll treat you to a meal at a state-owned restaurant later to apologize to you."
"Do I need your meal, young master?"
"You're a wealthy man, you don't need it, but I do. How about you treat me later?"
Wan Xinyu, dead!
The director of the supply and marketing cooperative was named Liu Panqiang, a middle-aged man. Seeing that Shen Yunshu and Wan Xinyu had something to ask him, he took them to his office.
"Xiao Zhao said you guys need me for something, now you can tell me."
Shen Yunshu didn't respond. She took the watermelon from Wan Xinyu's arms, broke it in half, revealing the red sandy flesh.
She handed half of it to Liu Panqiang: "Director Liu, this is the watermelon our team has just harvested. Try it."
In Liu Panqiang's memory, watermelons ripen in July and August. Now it is October, and he can still see watermelons.
It's so rare that it couldn't be more rare.
Although he was shocked, his expression remained calm. He took the watermelon from Shen Yunshu's hand. Without a knife or spoon, he could only break it with his hands and eat it.
The sweetness of watermelon hit his mouth, even sweeter than any he had tasted before.
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