067 Don’t make it up
Jiang Baohai handed the thing in his hand to Gao Qingmiao.
The 20,000 yuan cell phone felt so heavy in his hand that Gao Qingmiao couldn't help but feel a little excited.
So this is what it feels like to have 20,000 yuan in your hand!
Jiang Baohai took off his coat and put it on Gao Qinghe.
Gao Qinghe shrugged and said, "I'm not cold."
He picked up the knitted jacket he had prepared and put it on, his eyes sweeping over the red thermal box in Gao Qingmiao's hand.
"What are you doing here? Looking for me?"
Jiang Baohai raised his eyebrows. Isn't this obvious?
Seeing that she really didn't look cold, Jiang Baohai put his coat back on in disappointment and took the thermal box and shook it in front of Gao Qinghe.
Gao Qinghe was amused: "You specially sent me food?"
She looked at the sun, which was about to set in the west, when Jiang Baohai suddenly came to her senses.
"My mother just made some braised pork ribs and brought them over for you to try," said Jiang Baohai.
Gao Qinghe curled his lips, "By the way...it seems like you have something else to do?"
Jiang Baohai: "I have something to talk to you about."
As he said this, he glanced at Gao Qingmiao indifferently.
Gao Qingmiao hurriedly said, "You guys chat slowly, I'm going home first."
He pushed his bicycle and walked ahead, thinking miserably in his heart, when will someone bring him some braised pork ribs?
Among all meats, Gao Qinghe likes pork the most.
The pork ribs are her favorite part, especially the ones braised in sauce.
Gao Qinghe took the thermal box and looked at Jiang Baohai meaningfully.
"How do you know that I like braised pork ribs the most?"
Jiang Baohai invited her to walk along the street, and as he walked, he said, "My mother made it casually, and I brought it casually. It's a coincidence."
In fact, it’s not even time for dinner yet, Gao Qinghe doesn’t believe it.
It takes at least an hour to prepare the braised spareribs, not including the time to prepare the ingredients.
If the ribs can be brought here now, they must have been prepared at noon.
Jiang Baohai didn't hear any sound from the person next to him, so he turned sideways and looked over.
He was facing Gao Qinghe's joking expression, which said, "I know you care about your reputation, so I'll pretend I know nothing."
Suddenly, I was speechless because of my own attempt to hide the truth.
"Come to think of it, we haven't had a formal date since we met. Does that count?" Gao Qinghe asked with a smile.
A pair of eyes looked up at him expectantly.
Jiang Baohai only looked at her for two seconds before looking away, his ears slightly red.
This damn woman is at it again!
Not wanting to respond to her flirting tactics, Jiang Baohai changed the subject.
"You rented a house in the city? Where do you live?"
Gao Qinghe raised his finger and pointed ahead, "The button factory staff compound."
Suddenly, she added, "I almost forgot to tell you. I made Master Xiaolei wait for me at the intersection for the past two days in vain. I'm so sorry."
Jiang Baohai's seemingly calm expression froze in an instant.
On second thought, Fang Xiaolei's poor acting skills were indeed no match for the sharp eyes of Gao Qinghe, a cunning woman.
His frown relaxed again, and he said with a smile:
"It's nothing. I was supposed to be going to town to make some deliveries, so I just stopped by. I'll tell him later that he doesn't have to wait for you anymore."
He took all the credit for himself and waited for her to thank him after the task was completed.
Unexpectedly, Gao Qinghe changed the subject even faster than him.
"You have something to ask me, what is it?"
The two of them walked across an intersection. Jiang Baohai subconsciously walked to her left side out of habit, raising his right hand to protect his back.
Gao Qinghe's heart trembled, and he suddenly thought of Jiang Baohai from his previous life.
She was suddenly brought back to forty years ago by the system. In her original world, was she celebrating her sixtieth birthday? Was she dead or in a coma?
If Jiang Baohai knew that she was dead or in a coma and couldn't wake up, would he be so anxious that he would become ill?
The 65-year-old man ruined his health by smoking and drinking when he was young, focusing on his business.
At the age of sixty, he fell seriously ill and was hospitalized for two months.
Although it has been effectively controlled in recent years, if it is strongly stimulated, it may cause a stroke.
Thinking of this, Gao Qinghe clenched his fists nervously.
Wait, that's not right.
According to the original book plot previously revealed by the system, Jiang Baohai should be in jail now.
It’s good in prison. She feels more at ease when someone is watching her.
If you get sick, you can seek medical attention in time.
Jiang Baohai, who had no idea what Gao Qinghe was thinking, shouted angrily:
"Why are you daydreaming while crossing the street?"
Gao Qinghe looked up blankly and said, "Huh?" "Aren't you looking at the car?"
The innocent look on his face, subconscious and without any affectation, softens people's hearts.
Jiang Baohai was really impressed and took a deep breath to suppress his anger.
"Next time you cross the road, remember to look at the road and don't think too much." His tone softened a lot.
"I'm going on a long trip. Here's my phone number and pager number. If you need anything during this time, just call me."
Jiang Baohai handed her a freshly printed gold-stamped business card.
Gao Qinghe's mouth twitched slightly. She had reason to suspect that he was advertising.
"How long will it take?" Gao Qinghe asked as he put away the business card.
Jiang Baohai: "At least half a month."
"oh."
Jiang Baohai narrowed his eyes and asked, "You just?"
Gao Qinghe blinked and asked, "What else?"
Just a box of braised pork ribs, what kind of care do you want?!
"Do you know the director of the button factory?"
Walking past the stall of a woman selling buttons, Gao Qinghe suddenly remembered the trade fair and asked with anticipation.
Jiang Baohai glanced at the button factory building next to him.
"I don't know him."
She was about to show a look of loss.
"But my friend knows him."
Gao Qinghe's emotions instantly soared. "Can you help me ask? I want to meet with the factory director."
"Why do you want to meet the director of the button factory?" Jiang Baohai was puzzled.
Do you want to work as a worker in a button factory?
In the previous life, the button factory seemed to be in danger, but unexpectedly it lasted several years longer than the flour mill.
Although it's not a very good job, it can provide stability for ten years.
But isn’t the street stall business just starting to pick up?
Are you tired and ready to give up?
Jiang Baohai felt a sense of relief when he guessed that Gao Qinghe was going to return to his previous comfortable life.
I was just about to wave my hand and say, "I'll help you arrange it."
Suddenly, Gao Qinghe's voice, speaking in a low voice with a clamped throat, drifted into my ears.
"I'm looking for a deal with the manager of a button factory. You might think I'm overestimating myself, but I want to try it first and see if it works."
"I like money, everyone likes money, but I'm just an ordinary, poor girl. I can't resist the temptation of money."
"I know you think I want to be with you just for your money, but I really admire you as a person. People like you who can make money and have personal charm are rare."
"So...can I be at the same height as you?"
His tone was sincere yet a bit self-deprecating.
There is some sincerity in the self-deprecation.
There is also some worldly desire mixed in with the sincerity.
What a woman who is not at all pretentious and faces her inner desires honestly.
But now, Jiang Baohai pinched the nonsense mouth with two fingers and raised the mobile phone.
Don’t make it up. “I’m calling now to ask for you.”
Gao Qinghe nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "Yeah!"
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