Now seven people are working on the job: one draws the outline, two cut the fabric, and three operate the sewing machines. The efficiency of making clothes has almost doubled.

Now Yi Qingqing and her friends had some confidence that they could make all the winter clothes they bought into ready-made clothes before the end of summer vacation.

They don't work here every day. They come during the day, half a day in the morning and half a day in the afternoon, and then continue working without turning on the lights at night.

The main thing is that even with the lights on at night, they are not very bright and it is easy to be exposed.

After all, although the management is relaxed now, the policy has not really been implemented, and the fact that they are busy making clothes here cannot be revealed to others to avoid complications.

On July 15th, the Ghost Festival, Yun Guyuan’s birthday, they gave themselves a day off. Just like they did in the past when they celebrated his birthday, they cooked together and had a gathering in the store. That traditional birthday award ceremony is still passed down to this day.

A few people played cards, chatted and had fun for the whole day before disbanding.

Qian Lailai, Wang Lingling, Chen Zhihe and Xie Shiyan all live in the store, and Li Mengxue and Yi Qingqing go back there every night.

Gao Yinghua would sometimes come to pick up Li Mengxue and take her home, while Yi Qingqing would ride their bicycles back to Luoguxiang with Yun Guyuan.

Today is a special day for Comrade Yun, and the same is true for Yi Qingqing.

Yun Guyuan pushed the bike to the road outside, got on it, looked at Yi Qingqing, and waited for her to get on.

Yi Qingqing sat skillfully on the back seat of his car and put her arm around his waist: "Let's go."

Yun Guyuan's car shook twice and he almost lost his balance.

Yi Qingqing took advantage of the fact that she was sitting in the back seat and someone couldn't see her, so she lowered her head and laughed.

We have only just arrived, and Comrade Yun can't even hold the car? Hahaha!

In the past, she always held on to the underside of his seat with her hands, or at most grabbed the corner of his clothes. Today was the first time she sat on his back seat in such an intimate posture.

She was a little shy before, but after the hug that day, she felt that she could do it naturally. However, in order to give Comrade Yun more "surprises" today, she endured it until now.

She didn't show up much during the group celebration in the day, and she didn't even interact much with Comrade Yun, all because she was preparing for the action in the evening.

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Now it's just the beginning warm-up.

Yun Guyuan lowered his head to glance at the pair of tender, white, slender hands at his waist and resisted the urge to look back.

He was mixed with joy and surprise. He was happy about her closeness, but also a little panicked about his disordered mood, otherwise he wouldn't have almost lost control of the bike.

"Ayuan? Why don't you leave?" Yi Qingqing asked him pretending nothing had happened.

"Let's go." Yun Guyuan replied hastily and stepped on the pedal quickly. The presence of the hands on his waist was too strong and he was in too much of a hurry. He didn't step firmly and the car shook violently.

Yi Qingqing took the opportunity to hug him tighter. After he stabilized, she pinched the flesh on his waist lightly: "Ayuan, what are you thinking about? Has your cycling skills deteriorated?"

Yun Guyuan: "..."

He was well aware that his cycling skills had deteriorated, but the girl's ability to put the blame on others had improved.

But he didn't want to say directly that her hand affected him. Every time she approached him was precious and he couldn't bear to refuse. He even liked her when she was being naughty.

But it doesn't matter if the little girl is brave, he must maintain the bottom line and not let her get hurt. This is to train his physical endurance.

Yun Guyuan took a deep breath, tried to calm himself down, and started riding his bike.

Part of his attention was on the road conditions and the handlebars in his hands, and the rest was on the hands at his waist and the girl behind him.

He knew without even looking that someone was probably laughing secretly right now, right?

But I should be able to feel the abdominal muscles that I didn't touch last time, right? I wonder if she is satisfied or not?

The bicycle bumped and there was a small pothole on the road, and Yun Guyuan didn't have time to avoid it.

Ahem, he couldn’t think about it anymore. The more he thought about it, the stronger the presence of those hands became. If he continued like this, he was afraid that he would really ride his bike into a ditch!

The more stiff Comrade Yun was, the more relaxed Yi Qingqing became, and the bolder she became. Her hands were restless at all, and she wanted to change positions and move from time to time, as if she was uncomfortable with the hug and wanted to change to a more comfortable position.

Yi Qingqing didn't dare to poke or touch secretly in the street, but by changing different postures, she "inadvertently" felt Comrade Yun's abdominal muscles, each of which was very charming.

She didn't hide it, she was a real face lover, she was drooling over Comrade Yun's figure.

But she didn't dare to go too far. Her little hands only dared to touch the top four abdominal muscles and didn't dare to move down even a little bit.

Dancing on a tightrope requires skill, but if the wire breaks, she will be in trouble.

The journey home today felt particularly long to Yun Guyuan. When he arrived at the door of his house, he was sweating profusely, and his chest, shoulders and back were all soaked with sweat.

Yi Qingqing felt that she came back particularly quickly today and the evening breeze was particularly comfortable, leaving her wanting more.

But after arriving at her home, she stopped acting like a troublemaker and jumped out of the car and skipped to open the door, obviously in a good mood.

Yun Guyuan gritted his teeth as he looked at the heartless look of that person.

It seems that she has forgotten, but he has a very good memory. He remembers every fire he has lit. When he can pay it back, he will have to settle every penny with her.

Yi Qingqing had just found the key and inserted it into the lock when she suddenly felt a chill on her back and shuddered: "Hiss, it's a bit cold tonight, it's worthy of the Ghost Festival."

There was something else going on, so Yi Qingqing didn't continue flirting with Comrade Yun.

When fishing, the line cannot be kept taut all the time. It needs to be loosened and tightened alternately so that you can catch the fish when it loses its strength and eat it.

Yi Qingqing used the ingredients she had prepared earlier to prepare a sumptuous birthday feast for Comrade Yun.

She had already prepared the ingredients in advance, washed and cut them, so she could start cooking right away.

The process of preparing dishes was omitted, so even though the meal was very sumptuous, it was ready quickly, before dark.

There were a lot of dishes, but when they were served on the table, only a small portion of each was served. After all, there were only two of them, and they couldn't finish all the dishes in normal quantities, but if they made a few less, it wouldn't seem grand enough.

So just take a small portion, and pack the extra separately and keep it in your portable space to keep it fresh, so you can eat it slowly when you want to eat it later.

After the meal, it was Yiqingqing’s annual indispensable Zhongyuan Festival sacrificial activities.

Yi Qingqing pulled Yun Guyuan to the northeast corner of the courtyard, set up the brazier as if they were in good hands, divided the offerings, and then started burning.

She is now a mature paper burner.

Just like previous years, there were some new people to be worshipped, such as the lonely ghost in the well on Xuefu Road and Master Tian who taught her to sew clothes.