"There's no such person. Leave now. I'm going to close the door and go to bed."
Pang Guogang was shocked. How did this guy know about Brother Chunlin? He didn't show it on his face. He stretched out his hand and pushed Jiang Xiaohui out. "Hurry up and leave."
Jiang Xiaohui was forced out of the door, and it slammed shut in front of him.
He raised his eyebrows. Was he angry out of shame?
This is not something shameful, there is nothing to keep secret.
Shen Qinghe has been active in the black market ever since she married Jiang Chunlin. Even though she is now working as an external designer at Guanghua Garment Factory, she continues to be active in the black market.
I guess she only works as an external designer so that she can continue to make money in the black market.
When he returned home, he saw Qi Qingmei sitting in the yard, listening to the tape recorder and eating melon seeds. For some reason, Jiang Xiaohui felt irritated.
"You're back!" Qi Qingmei stood up hurriedly, put down the melon seeds she had not cracked yet, and explained, "I bought these melon seeds, not the ones he sent me."
Jiang Xiaohui stared at the tape recorder.
He had the habit of reading newspapers and found that English was on the rise. He bought a recorded plane ticket on the black market and also managed to find a few English tapes to learn English in his spare time.
But now Qi Qingmei uses it to listen to pop songs.
"Who is knocking on my window, who is plucking the strings of the harp?
That forgotten time gradually came back to my mind
Who is knocking on my window, who is plucking the strings of the harp..."
Qi Qingmei was suddenly moved and immediately turned off the recorder.
He stuttered a little, "I'll wait for you to get bored, so I'll use it to listen to music."
"Don't touch my tape recorder again." Jiang Xiaohui said and walked into the house.
Qi Qingmei's eyes turned red with grievance. They were husband and wife, so the things Jiang Xiaohui bought were hers.
Just as she was stunned, Jiang Xiaohui took the recorder back.
After a while, English voices were heard from the room.
Qi Qingmei grinned. It turned out that he felt that she was wasting the tape recorder by using it to listen to music.
She had always liked his aura as a top student, and she was very happy to see Jiang Xiaohui studying English seriously.
Looking up at the starry sky, it seemed like the position of the mayor's wife was waving to her!
"Who is knocking on my window, who is plucking the strings of the harp?
That forgotten time gradually came back to me. "
The tape recorder that was originally playing English music suddenly changed to the pop song just now, a forgotten time.
Qi Qingmei was stunned.
…
When Jiang Chunlin returned home, Shen Qinghe was cutting clothes.
Jiang Chunlin frowned, "It's so late, why are you still busy?"
Shen Qinghe continued to move her hands, saying, "Spring in the north is very short. Even though you are still wearing a cotton jacket, when it suddenly gets hot, there is no transition time, it will be summer straight away."
She doesn’t design many spring clothes because they are too short, so short that summer comes before you know it.
Summer is relatively long. It is the time for girls who love beauty to show off their figures. It is also the season with the most clothes in the year.
In addition to designing clothes for the factory and clothing stores, she also has to make more clothes for Li Yunting.
Luo Aixiang has strong sales ability. The orders she brings in alone can account for one-third of the sales of Guanghua Garment Factory.
She even wondered if Luo Aixiang had found all the people in Taoyuan County who liked to make clothes.
"Qinghe, you are a double now, so you must take care of your health." Jiang Chunlin took the scissors from Shen Qinghe's hand, helped her sit down on the sofa, and put the cup of water in her hand.
"You need to rest more and work less."
Shen Qinghe said helplessly, "I have paid attention to it. If I am tired, I will rest. I will cut clothes when I am in good condition."
Now all the work of making clothes is left to Liu Hongmei and Chen Fenxia.
Unless she encounters clothes that are particularly difficult to make, she will give them a demonstration.
Chen Fenxia is very talented in making clothes. She can learn to make some difficult clothes after she only demonstrates it once.
Sometimes, she just needed to say a few words to let her understand immediately.
"It can't be that late." Jiang Chunlin raised his wrist to show Shen Qinghe the time, "It's almost ten o'clock."
Shen Qinghe smiled and said nothing.
She really didn't feel tired.
"Qinghe, I make a lot of money now, you don't have to work so hard!" Jiang Chunlin said, putting his arm around Shen Qinghe's shoulders.
Shen Qinghe turned her head in surprise and looked at him, "Do you think I work so hard because I love money?"
Money is only part of it, the most important thing is passion.
Also, even though she and her grandfather lived in two different time and space, she didn't want to disappoint him.
She is the daughter of the Shen family. Her parents are so outstanding, how can she fall behind?
"..." Jiang Chunlin, "That's not what I meant. I know you insist on doing this because you love it. I just don't want to make you so tired."
"Don't worry, I know my own body well." Shen Qinghe leaned over and placed the water cup on the coffee table in front of her, then stood up and walked to the workbench to continue cutting clothes.
Jiang Chunlin, "..."
He sighed secretly.
What can he do when his wife is so passionate about career?
Try your best not to fall behind!
Jiang Chunlin took out a book from his army green shoulder bag and carefully reviewed what the teacher had taught today.
Shen Qinghe saw it and smiled.
The room was quiet. The couple didn't speak. They were busy with their own things, feeling extremely at peace.
Until He Xiuyun got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, saw the light on in the room, and pushed the door open.
He looked at the two of them in surprise, "You're both staying up all night?"
puff!
Shen Qinghe couldn't help laughing, "Mom, we'll go to bed right away."
Jiang Chunlin didn't expect it to be so late, it was almost midnight.
He looked at Shen Qinghe and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that she looked fine and not very tired.
He Xiuyun remembered that there was a pheasant in the kitchen, so she simply stewed the chicken in the pot before going to bed, so that Shen Qinghe could drink hot chicken soup early the next morning.
The next day, Shen Qinghe went to the factory with the design drawings and several samples.
Seeing that there were a lot of things, Jiang Chunlin helped her deliver them to Tang Zemin's office before going to the workshop.
"Qinghe, what are you doing?" Tang Zemin pointed at the clothes and asked Shen Qinghe in confusion.
"I made this myself. I want to sell it on the day the store opens." Shen Qinghe said with a smile.
Tang Zemin picked up the clothes one by one and looked at them. They were a little different from the clothes usually delivered to the factory.
These clothes are bold in design, but they are really beautiful.
Tang Zemin joked, "Qinghe, you have such a good design, why are you hiding it?"
Shen Qinghe smiled and said, "If you think it looks good, I'll design a few more similar ones and put them in the factory."
Tang Zemin nodded and glanced at Shen Qinghe's bulging belly.
"It will open the day after tomorrow. I wanted to invite you to come, but your current health..."
"I'm fine." Shen Qinghe stood up and turned around in front of Tang Zemin. "Godfather, look at me. I'm in great shape."
Now that his godfather had been called, Tang Zemin shook his head and laughed. He really wanted to go to the store.
Normally at the factory, Shen Qinghe would call him deputy director most of the time.
"Okay, your godmother will go too, and I'll let her watch you."
There are so many people here, be careful not to get bumped into by anyone accidentally.
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