And on the way here, she made it clear that the clothes were bought with her money, even though it was not the money in Wei Dong's passbook, but she wanted to leave her name behind when doing good deeds.
That day, Chen Caiqi's mouth corners never dropped, they were always raised.
In the evening, Wei Dong came over and asked me with a frown: "Why didn't you buy one for yourself?"
The client was exhausted, lying on the sofa, saying lazily: "I don't have enough time today, I'll buy mine in two days. Oh, you have to buy one too."
Wei Dong's mouth corners slightly raised, "Me too?"
"Damn it, look at the clothes in your closet. The collars are all frayed. They will ruin your figure when you put them on!"
Wei Dong agreed to two yeses in a row.
Because he was too busy, Wei Dong asked Qian Liang to send his mother and sister to the train station. He reminded him to make sure he saw them get on the train with his own eyes, because if they were lost, he would take care of it.
How could Qian Liang dare to lose the battalion commander's mother and sister? He was extremely alert, confirmed several times, and waited until the train started before leaving.
As the Chinese New Year approached, Lian Yuqing sold the last batch of clothes and prepared to take a vacation.
In just a few months, not only did she make a fortune, but Cai Guifen, who drank the broth, also had a bulging wallet.
The art troupe was on holiday, and Yang Mei came to find Lian Yuqing. This damn girl felt more comfortable at her house than at her own.
She would take off her shoes at the door and lie down on the sofa as soon as she entered. Sometimes, Lian Yuqing would even make room for her.
It's so relaxing to eat the melon seeds on the coffee table.
Lian Yuqing took two wine glasses from the kitchen and placed them on the coffee table. She glared at someone lying on the sofa and said, "Please move the body."
Yang Mei was dissatisfied: "How can you talk like that~" but she still stood up to make room for her.
White wine was poured into the wine glasses. Lian and Qing sat cross-legged, ate a few squids and drank a sip of white wine. It was really comfortable.
Yang Mei followed suit, but she was not very good at drinking. As soon as the liquor went down her throat, she started to slurp, "It's so spicy."
Her fair face instantly turned red, and Lian Yuqing laughed at her: "Don't drink the food."
"What nonsense! I can drink."
To prove herself, she took another sip.
Lian Yuqing grabbed a handful of rice and put it in her hand, "Eat a few more grains of rice, so you won't get drunk."
On a cold winter day, Yang Mei curled up on the sofa, eating rice and drinking wine, feeling a little dizzy.
"I didn't expect it would be so comfortable to stay in your shabby little house, even though it's not even one-third the size of my home."
Lian Yuqing: "If you don't know how to speak, you don't have to speak." He attracts hatred as soon as he opens his mouth.
Yang Mei continued, "Hey, you're still missing a TV. Just eating squid is a bit boring. Watching TV is more interesting."
Lian Yuqing simply stopped eating and crossed his arms, "Miss, tell me if you have any other requests."
With red cheeks, Yang Mei pointed at the coffee table and said, "There's only rice, why don't you prepare some side dishes?"
"Also, the house is too cold. Burning coal alone won't keep it warm at all."
Suddenly, Yangmei held her head and complained: "Why did you poke my forehead?"
"Let me see if your brain is just for show. You have no emotional intelligence at all. You eat my food, drink my drinks, and eat my food, and yet you dare to speak nonsense in front of me."
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