The scumbag and the bitch’s faces are almost swollen from being beaten. They dare to come here and act so arrogant even though they have no money.
Jiang Manyue gave the lipstick she bought to Baozhu: "This is for you!"
"Thank you, sister!" Wang Baozhu was so happy holding the lipstick, as if she had found a treasure.
Even such a small salary of one and a half months is considered a luxury in this era.
The two sisters bought cloth at the supply and marketing cooperative, and they had to hurry to make clothes for the mechanical and electrical factory.
Because I bought a lot, I sent it directly to my home using a trolley.
There were piles of stuff in the room, and she was ready to start working on the order of 50 sets.
Jiang Manyue looked at the white shirt on the sewing machine. The clothes for Qin Zhenbei were already ready.
Thinking of this, she carefully packed her clothes and walked across the street. After hesitating, she knocked on the door.
'Beep, beep!'
There has been no one at the door for a long time, so I guess he is not at home.
Jiang Manyue was just about to turn around and leave when the door opened.
"Who?" Qin Zhenbei stood at the door, wiping his hair with a towel.
Water droplets flowed down her temples, soaking her white hurdle vest.
The clothes clung to his broad body, revealing his muscular figure.
The lines on his arms are clear and strong, and he looks like he just took a shower.
"Comrade Jiang?" He smiled. "What's the matter?"
Jiang Manyue was so busy looking at him that she almost forgot the purpose of her visit.
She looked away awkwardly: "I came at the wrong time, why don't I leave first!"
"It's okay, come in!" Qin Zhenbei opened the door and let her in without any hesitation.
He got used to exercise in the military and made sure to do it every morning.
Jiang Manyue saw him jogging around the community in the morning and he always had good living habits.
I was sweating after exercising, so I took a cold shower at home.
Qin Ran had already gone to work because her company compensated her for the fire incident.
She was given the leisurely post of quality inspector, but unexpectedly, Jiang Manyue's job ended up in her hands.
"Wait a moment!" Qin Zhenbei turned around and went to his room to change his clothes.
Compared to the hormonal explosion just now, when he came out again he had become an abstinent and cold officer.
"Comrade Jiang, are you here to give me some clothes?"
Jiang Manyue then remembered the clothes: "Yes, the shirt is ready."
She handed him the dress: "Try it on. If it doesn't fit, I'll take it for alterations."
Her craftsmanship is very good, and the style of the white shirts is different from those bought outside.
It looked somewhat similar to the style of shirts worn by soldiers in the military district. Qin Zhenbei looked at the clothes and then at her.
I have to say she is very attentive and noticed such small details.
"Thank you!" Qin Zhenbei took the clothes and went to the bedroom. Jiang Manyue sat in the living room waiting.
Soon, he changed his shirt and came out.
It's just an ordinary shirt, but it looks so good on him.
He has broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and the slightly open shirt collar outlines his smooth lines.
Jiang Manyue walked forward to take a closer look. The dimensions measured before turned out quite well.
Just at this neckline, her eyes fell on his Adam's apple.
"Isn't the collar a little small?" She looked at him and saw that he hadn't fastened the top button.
"Well, it seems so!" Qin Zhenbei slowly bent down and moved his body in front of her.
I lowered my head so she wouldn't see me. "Maybe I didn't measure the size right last time."
Jiang Manyue's ears suddenly felt hot, and she remembered the last time in the locker room.
In that case, the size was indeed not measured correctly, so the size was a little larger when it was made.
"I'm sorry!" Jiang Manyue eased the embarrassment: "How about I change it for you?"
It wouldn't be a big deal to make some changes now that I have some time.
"Okay!" Qin Zhenbei nodded, and followed Jiang Manyue to her home.
At this time, my uncle and Wang Baozhu were in the store, and my aunt had gone out to buy vegetables.
There were only two of them at home, and they went to her bedroom.
There are two beds in the room, and Jiang Manyue's sewing machine is next to the window.
When Qin Zhenbei came to her house for the first time, his eyes fell on the photos on the wall.
The photo was framed in a glass frame, with a family portrait in the middle.
In the black and white photo, a little girl of seven or eight years old is standing next to her parents and has a close relationship with her uncle and his family.
"Is that you, the girl in the photo?" He looked at the child in the photo.
Jiang Manyue smiled and said, "Yes, this is when I was a child, and the one standing next to me is Baozhu."
The little girl has curved eyebrows, two pigtails and a sweet smile.
He asked tentatively: "Comrade Jiang, you don't look much like your parents."
Jiang Manyue didn't care: "Many people have said this since I was a child, saying that I'm not like my parents."
"I think I look like my uncle, but the older I get the more I realize that I don't look alike."
He looked around the photo wall and asked, "Why aren't there any photos of you when you were younger?"
Jiang Manyue also looked at the photo frame when she said this: "My parents said they lost it when they moved."
"When I was three years old, my father retired from the army and brought my mother here."
So everything fits together, because Tingting left when she was three years old.
Qin Zhenbei asked as if casually, and his guess was further confirmed when he saw the photo.
Jiang Manyue didn't care at all and thought he was just asking casually.
She walked up to him again with a ruler in hand: "Well, measure the size!"
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