She is such a forgetful person that she would lose a book, so where would she get the napkins?
The person next to him flipped through the book and said, "Hey, I told you there was one."
"Wow, there are wet wipes,"
She rummaged inside and said, "When did Yingying become so exquisite? What is this? A biscuit!"
This package is like a treasure bowl, with packaged napkins, disposable wet wipes, and some bagged biscuits in the interlayer on the other side.
Wanying was always generous, and everyone knew she definitely wouldn't mind them eating a little.
They took out the cookies and shared them out. "They are quite delicious."
"Yes, little milk-flavored cookies."
Seeing Wanying coming back, Qian Miao said, "Eat these cookies carefully."
"What cookies?"
Wanying sat down in confusion, and just as she asked for her place at the door, someone came to look for her.
The boy stood at the door and waved at her, motioning her to come out.
Qian Miao looked over and bit her biscuit, "Yingying, our student union president has a crush on you, right?"
"Stop talking nonsense."
Xiao Wanying frowned and walked over.
The boy had a bookish air, wore glasses, and had an honest and upright appearance. "Yingying, have you considered joining the Party? I think you should have considered this since your freshman year. You could join our student union, which would enrich your resume when you're looking for a job in the future."
Huang Han is the same age as her and has a lot to consider.
Xiao Wanying didn't mean to say that she wouldn't look for a job in the future. "Thank you. I'll think about it."
Go back and ask her family’s boss.
After collecting Huang Han's pile of brochures, she walked back. Qian Miao quickly approached and asked, "Why don't we have any brochures for the Hair Growth Society?"
"Then take it and have a look."
Anyway, Wanying wasn't very interested.
"I don't want it,"
Qian Miao smiled and shook his head, "The drunkard's intention is not to drink, I dare not accept it."
Only after being hit on the arm by Qi Wanying did she behave herself.
They said they were going to have dinner the next night, and Wang Chuwei sent her a message the next afternoon saying he might not be able to come.
It would be a lie to say I wasn't disappointed. Wanying had changed her clothes and dressed up.
[Okay, then you are busy. Will you go home tonight? I will wait for you at home.]
"Yingying."
When the phone call came and she heard his slightly apologetic voice, Wanying knew he wouldn't be coming back.
"Busy, everyone is busy, be busy!"
Wang Chuwei on the other end of the phone was amused by her, "The day after tomorrow? I have time the day after tomorrow."
Wanying looked at the date. The day after tomorrow was her birthday, so he still had some conscience.
"Tuo."
"Yingying, let's go out for dinner together."
Xiao Wanying thought for a moment and said, "Ah."
After hanging up the phone, everyone in the car silently glanced at Wang Chuwei, but he looked out the window and didn't pay much attention.
It was the evening rush hour, and the traffic was stuck on the road.
The capital has developed very quickly in recent years. It is no longer the same as when they were young. Cars and people are crowded together.
The drivers couldn't help but roll down their windows to complain. Zou Kang, noticing their impatience, said, "The equipment at the new base allows for higher-precision measurements. Any wear and tear during the project will be eliminated."
The new base is in the suburbs, and it looks quite large based on the renderings.
Wang Chuwei looked out the window. This road...should pass by Yingying's school.
He glanced at his watch and opened the car door. "You guys go first, I'll come over later."
“Hey hey!”
“Chu…”
In the traffic, the man ran out and ran to the sidewalk on the other side, his back blending into the crowd.
Zhang Shaoyang glanced at Zou Kang, who shook his head. "Why are you looking at me? Who can control the great ancestor? Are you going?"
He doesn't go, he keeps his mouth shut.
While waiting for the traffic light, Wang Chuwei supported himself on his knees, gasping for breath, and looked at his watch.
I hope Yingying is still in school. There will be a long traffic jam anyway, so I might as well run over.
Use this time to see her.
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