"It's time to get up." Meng Zezhi kissed the person in his arms on the cheek.
"What time is it?" Marven Ye shrank into his arms and asked in a daze.
"It's half past seven." Meng Zezhi reached out and pinched his nose.
"what?"
Ye Wenxu opened her eyes suddenly, with an anxious look on her face: "I have to be at the factory before eight o'clock, or I will be deducted half of my salary."
Saying that, he sat up, reached for the clothes on the stool, his eyes touched the red marks on his arms, the anxiety on his face instantly turned into embarrassment, and he said in a muffled voice, "It's all your fault."
Caused him to sleep so late last night and overslept this morning.
Meng Zezhi squinted his eyes: "Who bit me last night and didn't let me go?"
With a swipe, Marven Ye blushed: "You, you—" Shameless.
Saying that, he quickened the movements in his hands.
Meng Zezhi put on his clothes and went out: "I'll steam some buns for you, and you can take them on the road to eat."
"Yeah." Marven Ye responded.
Meng Zezhi steamed the buns, packed them in plastic bags, and handed them to Ye Wenxu, who was in a hurry: "Wait."
"Huh?" Marven Ye, who was leaning against the door frame and wearing her shoes, looked up at him subconsciously.
Meng Zezhi lowered his head and kissed the corner of his mouth: "Be careful on the road."
"Hmm." Marven Ye coughed dryly, her ears reddened, and the joy around her almost turned into substance.
It was past ten o'clock when Wang Zhibin got up. As soon as he entered the bathroom, he saw Meng Zezhi washing the sheets.
No way, who let there be no washing machine in the rental house.
His eyes touched the large basin of cold water, and Wang Zhibin rubbed his hands in a conditioned reflex: "Brother Jiang, isn't it cold to wash the sheets in winter?"
Meng Zezhi glanced at him and said, "It's okay."
How can a single dog without a daughter-in-law warm the quilt know the fun of washing sheets in winter
"Why don't I boil some hot water for you?" Wang Zhibin failed to understand the pity in his words.
"No, it's almost finished." Meng Zezhi said, "By the way, if I'm at home in the future, don't go out to eat, I'll bring you meals."
He couldn't bear to eat buns and steamed buns every day in order to save money.
"Really?" Wang Zhibin was overjoyed, showing his big white teeth: "Thank you Brother Jiang."
How could he know that he was in the light of Marven Ye.
It had been a week since the Ding family came to the door, and Chu Huihua happened to be at home.
"Looking for Qichen? Come in." Chu Huihua turned her body aside and greeted.
Anyway, someone came to Meng Zezhi with a large or small package of gifts every other day, so she was not surprised.
Ding Hejing entered the house with two children and a bodyguard: "Is he not here?"
"Go shopping." Chu Huihua's words were very sour.
God knows that her son has never done housework since he was a child. To put it bluntly, he can't even tell the difference between sugar and salt. As a result, in order to deliver meals to his target on time, even the cooking skills have evolved.
—Because the Chinese New Year is approaching, the customer flow in the store has more than doubled than usual, so she and Jiang Hongxian have to go to the store to help on weekdays, so there is no need to cook.
"Then let's wait." Ding Hejing said.
"Okay." Chu Huihua said with a smile, "I'll make tea for you."
"You're welcome." Ding Hejing always felt something strange, such as Chu Huihua's attitude.
The other party didn't even ask anything and let them in.
"What's your surname, sir?" After a trip to Ding City, Chu Huihua's eyes widened a lot, and he became more skilled and thoughtful in dealing with people.
"My surname is Ding."
"Where did Mr. Ding come from?" Chu Huihua took out a wooden box from the cabinet above his head, opened it, grabbed a handful of tea leaves, and put it into each glass.
"The capital." Ding Hejing replied.
"Jingcheng?" Chu Huihua shook her hands, her face was lost for a moment, and it took a while for her to regain her senses: "Jingcheng, that's a good place."
After speaking, she came out with the brewed tea, and gave a cup to each person.
Ding Hejing took it with both hands. Out of courtesy, he took a sip, but the moment the tea entered his throat, his expression changed slightly: "This tea—"
"Well, it tastes good, I don't know where Qichen got it from." Chu Huihua said with a smile.
"The aroma is refreshing, the soup is yellow and clear, the buds are strong and the buds are even and even, the pekoe are like feathers, the bottom of the buds and leaves are thick and even and bright, the taste is sweet and sweet..." Ding Hejing sipped the tea carefully, feeling the spread from the abdomen to the whole body The warmth in his eyes, he suppressed the suspicion in his eyes: "Tea is Junshan Silver Needle, but it is absolutely extraordinary."
A few years ago, when he followed a family elder to visit a master, he was lucky enough to drink a cup of spiritual tea at his house. He still remembers the taste of it to this day. Compared, it is almost the same.
Where did Jiang Qichen get the tea
Didn't the data say he was just a jerk
Thinking of the sudden wealth of the Jiang family more than a month ago, the information found by Ding Hejing's opponents couldn't help but have a touch of suspicion.
"By the way," Chu Huihua asked, "what happened to your family?"
She only thought that Ding Hejing was also Meng Zezhi's client.
"Again?" Ding Hejing was taken aback: "You don't know?"
"Ah?" This time, it was Chu Huihua's turn to be confused.
"It's like this," Ding Hejing explained, "the other day, these two naughty bastards in my family slipped out to play while we weren't paying attention, and accidentally fell into the river. Thanks to your son's rescue, they I just got a life back. No, I brought them here as soon as they got better, just to thank your son in person. "
Just as he was talking, Meng Zezhi came back.
Knowing the intention of the Ding family, Meng Zezhi said with a smile: "It's just a matter of hands, why bother."
Meng Zezhi's sense of the Ding family is not bad, and the fact that he is grateful for the gift is enough to make people's favorability to his family skyrocket.
"Where, for you, it may be just a little effort, but for my family, it is a great kindness."
Seeing Meng Zezhi's temperament, neither arrogant nor impetuous, neither humble nor arrogant, Ding Hejing strengthened his doubts.
He didn't take out the bank card in his pocket - there was 500,000 in the card, which was a thank you gift he planned to give to Meng Zezhi. After a few words of greeting, he got up and said goodbye.
He plans to go back and investigate the Jiang family's situation before making plans.
"Wait a minute." Meng Zezhi got up and went back to his room. When he came out again, he had two more bracelets in his hands.
Said to be a bracelet, it is actually a red thread strung with a wooden bead the size of a peanut.
He handed the two bracelets to the two children: "Meeting is fate. I made it myself, and it's not something valuable. I'll give it to you to play."
The two children immediately looked up at Ding Hejing.
Ding Hejing came back to his senses and said, "Thank you brother soon."
The two children accepted the bracelet: "Thank you brother."
"Good boy." Meng Zezhi touched their heads.
After the Ding family left, time passed quickly like a white cloud.
Around the New Year's Eve, in just over half a month, the snack shop earned nearly 140,000 yuan. On New Year's Eve, Jiang Hongxian and Chu Huihua almost cried.
Just when Jiang Hongxian and Chu Huihua had high fighting spirits and were ready to fight and open another branch, Yigao started school.
At this time, there are only 116 days left until the college entrance examination.
Marven Ye was getting busier and busier, and the entire senior three teaching building was filled with a tense atmosphere of failure or success.
Meng Zezhi went out every once in a while to pick up small businesses, and the rest of the time he devoted himself to providing logistical support services for Ye Wenxu, including relieving pressure and so on.
He didn't plan to take the college entrance examination, so he thought it was to save the one hundred and fifty yuan for the college entrance examination registration fee.
Knowing that Meng Zezhi already had the ability to settle down, Jiang Hongxian and Chu Huihua also let him go.
The weather on the day of the college entrance examination was not very good, and the sky was overcast.
Meng Zezhi sent Ye Wenxu outside the exam room and handed him the exam equipment: "Don't be nervous, take the exam well."
After speaking, he paused: "It's okay to fail the test, I'll take care of you."
"Yeah." Marven Ye didn't feel disappointed at all, on the contrary, his heart was sweet, and his attention was on the sentence 'I support you'.
He took a step forward, hugged Meng Zezhi, took a deep breath, and let go again, his eyes flashing: "I'm in."
"Come on." Meng Zezhi said warmly.