Her math must have been taught by the PE teacher; it's so bad.
If it weren't for the fact that she was the future sister-in-law's best friend, and that she was paying eleven yuan for prostitution, would I have let her leave?
An Jingfeng sat on the edge of the bed, angry, but he didn't know whether he was angry about the eleven yuan Jiang Moli gave him, or why Jiang Moli only had eleven yuan on her.
Just as he was sulking, not knowing what he was angry about, his phone, which he had carelessly tossed on the bed, vibrated again.
Now, his anger, which had nowhere else to go, suddenly found an outlet: the customer service of a pants seller on Taobao. He ran right into their trap again and was out of luck.
As a result, when he opened the chat window, the screen was filled with apologies. At first, they were saying sorry in Chinese. When he didn't reply, they switched to English. When he still didn't reply, they switched to French. When he still didn't reply in French, they sent Japanese. After Japanese, there were Thai, Korean, Vietnamese, Italian, Spanish...
An Jingfeng stared at his phone screen in surprise, almost doubting that it was his own phone.
These days, merchants on Taobao are not only so particular about service, but their business skills have also reached the point where a customer service representative can speak multiple languages fluently.
An Jingfeng's prejudice against Taobao, a Chinese e-commerce platform, suddenly changed. He realized that Taobao was keeping up with the times and doing so well. No wonder, without realizing it, he, who never bought anything online, also bought a pair of pants on a whim.
After being apologized to in various languages and with such a good attitude, An Jingfeng couldn't muster any anger, no matter how great it was.
The top line of the chat window displayed "Typing..." again. An Jingfeng quickly typed out, "The pants are fine, I'm very satisfied," and sent it immediately.
Customer service responded very quickly, within two or three seconds of An Jingfeng sending the message.
Such speed demonstrates the customer service representative's quick thinking and familiarity with the keyboard.
The customer service representative replied, "Dear customer, please be sure to give us feedback as soon as possible if you have any questions, so that we can handle them for you."
An Jingfeng was speechless. He had already said he was very satisfied, so why did he have to ask again?
"No problem, I'm very satisfied!" An Jingfeng finally sent this message to the customer service representative, feeling helpless.
He now knows what it feels like to be utterly annoyed.
As the customer service representative was about to end the service, they gave An Jingfeng a coupon, saying he could use it to deduct cash from his next purchase.
An Jingfeng was so exasperated by the customer service representative's ridiculously good attitude and patience that he almost uninstalled Taobao's chat app. He casually replied, "I understand, thank you."
After sending that message, I immediately exited the chat window, tossed my phone onto the bed, and plopped down on it.
Only when the intimate contact between his skin and the sheets reached his cerebral cortex did he remember something and look down at his body.
He was still in the same position he was in when he did something last night, completely naked.
Even though Jiang Moli had left, I still felt a little uncomfortable being naked. I put on the clothes and pants I had taken off yesterday, one by one, inside and out.
After putting on his shirt, when it came time to put on his trousers, he was careful not to just put them on right away. Instead, he unfolded them and looked at them, paying particular attention to the crotch of his suit trousers.
Jiang Moli's sewing skills were even better than he had imagined. The stitches were fine and steady. If he hadn't seen Jiang Moli sewing with his own eyes, he would have thought that the trousers had never been torn.
After putting on the trousers that Jiang Moli had mended, An Jingfeng felt a very subtle feeling welling up inside him.
What exactly was that feeling? He couldn't describe it; it was a very subtle feeling that even he himself couldn't quite grasp.
Before leaving the room, An Jingfeng took out his wallet and put the eleven yuan that Jiang Moli had placed on the bedside table into a hidden compartment of the wallet.
He would see that woman who paid him eleven yuan again someday, and he was waiting for that day to come.
As Su Moli left the hotel and walked towards the bus stop, she realized that she didn't have a single penny on her. How was she going to get home?
She didn't expect her to take a taxi back and have Lu's mother come down to pay the fare. In fact, Lu's mother should be at the police station with her precious son right now, not at home.
After taking a few steps forward, he remembered something, turned around and looked behind him. Sure enough, not far away was the B City Police Station.
Xu Moran should be here. I'll ask her for some money first, then go to another friend's house to pick up Zhenzhen.
The police station wasn't far away, and since she wanted to pick up her daughter quickly, she walked briskly and arrived soon.
She had been to Xu Moran's office more than once. Without asking, she headed to the second floor. The police station was a place that served the people, so there were no security guards and no need for an access card. Jiang Moli quickly reached the second floor.
As she reached the top step of the stairs to the second floor, just as she was about to step onto it, someone called out to her from behind, "Jiang Moli!"
Jiang Moli knew who was calling her without even turning around.
The person who called her not only had a loud voice but was also quick and agile, and soon caught up with her. "Jiang Moli, at least you have some conscience and know what your duty as a wife is!"
Zheng's mother glared at Jiang Moli, clearly not treating her like a daughter-in-law.
This wasn't the first time Jiang Moli had been given the cold shoulder by Zheng's mother, nor was it the first time she had heard Zheng's mother say hurtful things. Having experienced it many times, she had developed a strong mental fortitude.
After being ridiculed and mocked by Zheng's mother as if it were perfectly normal, she could still smile at her and say, "Mom, as Zheng Heping's wife, I have always known what my duty is. On the contrary, does Zheng Heping, as a husband, know what his duty is?"
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