In other words, An Jingfeng heard everything Jiang Moli said to Xu Moran on the phone.
On another note, while Jiang Moli was making a phone call in the bathroom, wasn't An Jingfeng banging on the table with the customer service of a certain pants store on Taobao?
How could he hear Jiang Moli's words so clearly?
There's nothing we can do about it; after all, they graduated from a top-tier military academy, and their level of awareness far surpasses that of ordinary people. As for multitasking, that goes without saying.
This woman was more responsible and courageous than he had imagined, but also naively foolish.
Although he couldn't hear what Xu Moran was saying, he could still deduce what she was saying from her words.
His future sister-in-law, being a police officer, truly lived up to her reputation, prompting Jiang Moli to call the police several times.
If Jiang Moli had actually listened to Xu Moran and planned to call the police, there would have been no one on the bed by the time she came out of the bathroom.
Fortunately, Su Moli clearly defined responsibilities and told the truth without embellishment.
If one day his future sister-in-law finds out, it would be easy to explain that he accidentally slept with her best friend.
It's very simple. Regarding the matter of sleeping with his best friend, it wasn't his initiative; he was passively forced into it, and eventually, he half-heartedly went along with it.
Many things are beyond human control. For example, the customer service representative of that pants store never replied earlier or later, but just when Jiang Moli was sewing the crotch of his pants, she replied to him.
Luckily, he had put his phone on vibrate.
Not far away, Jiang Moli was still sewing the crotch of his suit pants with her back to him. On the phone in the quilt, the customer service was extremely nervous because he wasn't replying to messages. They thought he was angry, that he was going to give a bad review, that he was going to complain. They kept sending messages one after another.
An Jingfeng initially kept his phone on the bed, but as messages kept coming in, the phone kept vibrating. Afraid that Jiang Moli would find out, he had no choice but to grab the phone in his hand.
He couldn't put his phone on the bed, otherwise the vibration would be the same as if the phone were on the bed. So he held the phone halfway between the bed and the blanket.
He really wanted to yell at the customer service representative of that pants store, asking if they were just being stubborn.
He only bought one pair of pants, and he's already so enthusiastic. If he bought ten pairs, wouldn't you just rush up to him?
Buy another hundred, so they won't be worshipped in their shop, with incense burning three times a day, morning and night.
He doesn't like it when she's too enthusiastic.
Finally, just as his hands were about to go numb from the constant stream of messages from the customer service of a certain online store selling pants, Jiang Moli, who was sitting at her desk with her back to him sewing pants, also finished the last step of trimming the loose threads.
An Jingfeng secretly breathed a sigh of relief. After Jiang Moli left, he would immediately berate that customer service representative. All he did was report a problem with the pants he bought.
Is it really necessary to provide such enthusiastic service that it makes people angry?
Having followed Xiao Anhe for so many years, he had also gained some understanding of economics. If the shop owner were here, he would definitely tell him that with such manpower input and disproportionate purchasing power, he was losing money.
In the future, if I encounter a business like his again, I can simply choose not to do it.
His phone vibrated again, reminding him that the customer service of the store where he bought a pair of pants had sent him a new message.
He barely managed to hold back from taking out his phone and unleashing a torrent of abuse. Luckily, he managed to restrain himself because Jiang Moli, who had already finished sewing her pants, tiptoed toward the bedside.
After walking to the bedside, she didn't just put the pants down and leave. She folded them and placed them where An Jingfeng could see them when he woke up. She also folded his shirt and put it together with the pants.
Even with his eyes closed, An Jingfeng could sense what Jiang Moli was doing.
He was surprised when Jiang Moli folded his clothes and pants for him. Besides the surprise, he also developed a new feeling for Jiang Moli. This woman was very virtuous and very suitable for domestic life. Her husband must be blind to leave such a wife.
He was really afraid that the virtuous Jiang Moli would clean the room after folding his clothes and pants; that would be no fun.
Fortunately, no matter how virtuous Jiang Moli was, she didn't dare to stay at the "crime scene" that she had started for too long. After folding An Jingfeng's clothes and trousers and placing them where he could see them at a glance, she picked up her own coat again and prepared to leave the "crime scene".
Seeing that one foot had turned around and half of her body had turned to the side, Jiang Moli thought of something and turned her body back.
She searched her pockets from head to toe, and the sorrow of being a housewife was particularly evident at that moment. She had searched all her pockets and only knew that she had eleven yuan.
Something is better than nothing. Jiang Moli knew that eleven yuan couldn't even buy a pound of meat, but she gritted her teeth and put it on the bedside table.
The sounds of doors opening and closing reached his ears one after the other, and An Jingfeng was finally able to open his eyes and jump out of bed.
He had planned to tear apart the customer service representative of a certain pants store as soon as Jiang Moli left, but to his surprise, the first thing he did after sitting up in bed was to look at the bedside table.
Heh, when he saw the ten-yuan note and a coin lying quietly on the bedside table, he couldn't help but let out a cold laugh. That woman must have watched too many movies to come up with such a cliché scene.
Who is An Jingfeng?
How could he possibly take a woman's money? Besides, these eleven yuan have a very different meaning. Don't think it's too harsh to call it prostitution fees; this is the prostitution fee that An Jingfeng earned through his own hard work.
An Jingfeng picked up the eleven yuan note and couldn't help but sneer again. That woman was really not poor at all. Even if she paid by the number of times, five yuan per time, it couldn't possibly be eleven yuan.
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