In the end, Liu Rourou made an excuse to go out.
"Lily."
The best thing is that as time goes by, the friends who accompany you are still the same.
"Thank you, Madam." Having said that, she planned to find another job.
"I'm old." Zhao Fengqing answered seriously.
The salary is about the same as that of a flower shop, but the working environment is much quieter than that of a flower shop. At least there is no "Eee-ee-oh-oh".
Sure enough, my intuition was accurate.
Kong Daming volunteered to act as the flower protector.
She informed Zhao Fengqing early, "Qing'er, call Raozi, the three of us will go have a few drinks."
"got it."
As soon as they left, Jiang Jing came down immediately, dressed neatly and in a dignified manner.
As soon as Jiang Fuli sat down, she gulped down half a cup of lemon honey. "Sorry, I'm late. This meal is all on me."
The old book that Jiang Fuli was looking for was a romance novel published twenty years ago. This bookstore used to have such a copy, but it disappeared later for some reason.
Zhao Fengqing responded and stepped forward, glancing at the magazines, which were all entertainment gossip. She turned around, picked up a large bag of sundries and left.
Zhao Fengqing felt it was a pity that he didn't jump out of the window to escape.
The man wanted to say a few more words, but she noticed Rao Zi and waved at him.
As soon as Rao Zi sat down, he made a few jokes, "The beauty Zhao is still as charming as ever."
"Nonsense." Jiang Fuli looked over. "We are still young."
"Thank you, Madam." Having said that, she planned to find another job.
You are unkind and I am unjust.
Because of this, she plans to renovate the second floor.
The weather has been abnormal recently. Even in the middle of winter, the breeze is refreshing and pleasant.
Liu Rourou was picking up magazines nearby. "Sister Zhao, please help me take this package down. I'll carry the fan."
She glanced at him with a mocking smile in her eyes.
After much consideration, Liu Rourou decided to listen to the designer's professional advice.
She shrugged.
Jiang Fuli arranged a lunch gathering at noon. The meeting place was set on the street next to A Middle School.
Sure enough, my intuition was accurate.
Zhao Fengqing recalled that he and Jiang Fuli had traveled back and forth along this road in the past. The events of twelve years ago were still vivid in his mind in this familiar yet unfamiliar scene.
The store manager couldn't help but feel secretly horrified, wondering how such a beauty could not find a job.
Jiang Jing looked back at her calmly. "Zhao Fengqing?" He seemed unsure of her name and always used a questioning tone.
Zhao Fengqing looked up at the tall locust tree inside the wall and said, "We are all old."
When Zhao Fengqing saw the white paper in front of the bookstore, he whistled.
She blinked her eyes and looked innocent, "I was reckless and forgot that the boss's wife was not convenient to see guests." She even emphasized the word "inconvenient".
Zhao Fengqing held the coffee in one hand and swiped the screen of his mobile phone with the other.
Jiang Fuli said unwillingly, "Boss, can you check again? I will buy it at a high price. Please, please."
"I said, there's someone here." She raised her voice slightly.
Zhao Fengqing laughed after hearing this WeChat message. She has been very busy recently, sometimes going to interviews, sometimes going shopping, and has not met up with friends.
The seats inside the western restaurant were full, so she chose a table outside and sat down.
She didn't take his intentional or unintentional forgetfulness seriously and said with a smile, "The boss lady will be back soon."
Liu Rourou was busy when she suddenly found that the wall paint of the room on the second floor had peeled off in some places. She wiped it off, but larger pieces of paint fell off, which scared her.
Zhao Fengqing smiled so happily that the store manager was stunned.
The man paused and said, "Beautiful lady, can we exchange contact information?"
Jiang Fuli was very disappointed. She pulled Zhao Fengqing and said, "When you get to work, find it for me."
Although he was surprised, he was in a hurry to find help and the work was relatively simple, so he agreed.
That's a job ad.
Jiang Jing looked at her provocative fox eyes, and her ridicule was clear. He asked coldly, "Do you think Rourou doesn't know that you did it on purpose?"
The store manager couldn't help but feel secretly horrified, wondering how such a beauty could not find a job.
Zhao Fengqing and Rao Zi each had a can of beer, drinking it intermittently while chatting with each other about daily matters.
Zhao Fengqing smiled. As for what Jiang Jing and Liu Rourou did in broad daylight, they had no right to question her. And if she said "intentionally", it was obvious that Liu Rourou's moans were more intense.
As soon as Jiang Fuli sat down, she gulped down half a cup of lemon honey. "Sorry, I'm late. This meal is all on me."
"I said, there's someone here." She raised her voice slightly.
The weather has been abnormal recently. Even in the middle of winter, the breeze is refreshing and pleasant.
You are unkind and I am unjust.
That's a job ad.
Zhao Fengqing paid attention to his back and made a new discovery: Jiang Jing's hair was not messy after nearly an hour of debauchery, while Liu Rourou's clothes were always disheveled.
The first to arrive was Zhao Fengqing.
Rao Zi suppressed his expression and answered seriously: "I can only be considered a zombie fan."
"I'll pay you the salary." Liu Rourou said sincerely, "I'm really sorry about this. I'll pay you an extra bonus."
Jiang Jing stood at the stairs, looking at Zhao Fengqing coldly.
Zhao Fengqing smiled and said, "I told you a long time ago, don't write novels, it's hard work and thankless."
As soon as Jiang Fuli sat down, she gulped down half a cup of lemon honey. "Sorry, I'm late. This meal is all on me."
She blinked her eyes and looked innocent, "I was reckless and forgot that the boss's wife was not convenient to see guests." She even emphasized the word "inconvenient".
Everyone's life goes on as usual.
Zhao Fengqing held the coffee in one hand and swiped the screen of his mobile phone with the other.
Jiang Jing pulled the corners of his lips slightly, hiding his disdain.
When Zhao Fengqing saw the white paper in front of the bookstore, he whistled.
Jiang Jing looked back at her calmly. "Zhao Fengqing?" He seemed unsure of her name and always used a questioning tone.
Rao Zi suppressed his expression and answered seriously: "I can only be considered a zombie fan."
Jiang Fuli was more than an hour late.
Zhao Fengqing reminded, "Lily drove here, so she can't drink."
Zhao Fengqing also mocked him in his heart. Why was he pretending to be noble? Who was the one who kept kissing her during the class reunion? Moreover, he knew that she was eavesdropping downstairs, but he still enjoyed it. It was obvious that he had no shame at all.
The seats inside the western restaurant were full, so she chose a table outside and sat down.
Zhao Fengqing responded and stepped forward, glancing at the magazines, which were all entertainment gossip. She turned around, picked up a large bag of sundries and left.
Zhao Fengqing held the coffee in one hand and swiped the screen of his mobile phone with the other.
"No more writing now." Jiang Fuli took out a pack of cigarettes and threw it on the table. "The few books that have been completed have left a lot of historical issues."
But the shop belongs to Liu Rourou, so she can do whatever she wants with it.
Zhao Fengqing and Rao Zi each had a can of beer, drinking it intermittently while chatting with each other about daily matters.
"I'm old." Zhao Fengqing answered seriously.
Zhao Fengqing smiled slightly, "Thank you, Madam Boss."
This man and this woman look down on each other.
"No place for her." Rao Zi smiled wickedly. He put the wine glass aside, "Qing'er, when are you moving? I have to go on a business trip for half a month next week, so I can't be a laborer."
Difficult to understand.
Zhao Fengqing smiled. As for what Jiang Jing and Liu Rourou did in broad daylight, they had no right to question her. And if she said "intentionally", it was obvious that Liu Rourou's moans were more intense.
You are unkind and I am unjust.
The man wanted to say a few more words, but she noticed Rao Zi and waved at him.
"how?"
Jiang Jing stood at the stairs, looking at Zhao Fengqing coldly.
Zhao Fengqing reminded, "Lily drove here, so she can't drink."
A week later, the decorator came. After looking at the whole shop from top to bottom, he suggested that the whole shop be renovated.
Zhao Fengqing reminded, "Lily drove here, so she can't drink."
As a result, Zhao Fengqing was unemployed again. After working in a flower shop for three months.
"It's a small matter." At this moment, Zhao Fengqing was so happy that he couldn't hide the smile on his face.
Zhao Fengqing was standing at the cashier counter with his chin on his hand, smiling like a flower.
Jiang Fuli was used to Zhao Fengqing's casualness and had no objection.
Jiang Fuli was very disappointed. She pulled Zhao Fengqing and said, "When you get to work, find it for me."
As I said, the store belongs to Liu Rourou, she can do whatever she wants with it.
As the New Year is approaching, Jiang Fuli plans to return to her parents' home early.
"Aren't you my die-hard fan?" Jiang Fuli raised her eyebrows.
After a long while, he said, "You seem to hate me?"
Jiang Fuli was very disappointed. She pulled Zhao Fengqing and said, "When you get to work, find it for me."
As a designer, for the sake of business, of course he would like to tear down the whole thing and rebuild it.
Zhao Fengqing felt it was a pity that he didn't jump out of the window to escape.
She glanced at him with a mocking smile in her eyes.
Jiang Fuli was more than an hour late.
As I said, the store belongs to Liu Rourou, she can do whatever she wants with it.
Zhao Fengqing looked up at the tall locust tree inside the wall and said, "We are all old."
As a designer, for the sake of business, of course he would like to tear down the whole thing and rebuild it.
"Just kidding." She still laughed, "What's your first name?"
As I said, the store belongs to Liu Rourou, she can do whatever she wants with it.
You are unkind and I am unjust.
Jiang Fuli was very disappointed. She pulled Zhao Fengqing and said, "When you get to work, find it for me."
Kong Daming volunteered to act as the flower protector.
"Nonsense." Jiang Fuli looked over. "We are still young."
As soon as Jiang Fuli sat down, she gulped down half a cup of lemon honey. "Sorry, I'm late. This meal is all on me."
Jiang Fuli drove to the intersection and dropped Rao Zi off. After parking the car, she and Zhao Fengqing walked to the bookstore.
Jiang Fuli was more than an hour late.
Jiang Jing snorted lightly and left.
After a long while, he said, "You seem to hate me?"
Zhao Fengqing listened without saying a word.
Her eyes are very alluring when she is not smiling, and even more charming when she smiles.
Zhao Fengqing put the coffee cup down heavily and said, "There's someone here." Her voice was low and her tone was not harsh.
Everyone's life goes on as usual.
Liu Rourou felt very guilty about this, and said gently: "Sister Zhao, the renovation will take about two or three months. If you don't mind, come back after the business reopens."
The store manager couldn't help but feel secretly horrified, wondering how such a beauty could not find a job.
Zhao Fengqing paid attention to his back and made a new discovery: Jiang Jing's hair was not messy after nearly an hour of debauchery, while Liu Rourou's clothes were always disheveled.
Rao Zi took out a cigarette and said, "Sister Li, when can you write a book with a more normal theme? You are... um... you know."
The old book that Jiang Fuli was looking for was a romance novel published twenty years ago. This bookstore used to have such a copy, but it disappeared later for some reason.
The bed size was... on the small side.
She shrugged.
The man wanted to say a few more words, but she noticed Rao Zi and waved at him.
As I said, the store belongs to Liu Rourou, she can do whatever she wants with it.
The door of the room was quite strange, with two doors, about one and a half meters apart.
The school wall is still the same as it was back then, just a little more mottled.
The school wall is still the same as it was back then, just a little more mottled.
After much consideration, Liu Rourou decided to listen to the designer's professional advice.
She blinked her eyes and looked innocent, "I was reckless and forgot that the boss's wife was not convenient to see guests." She even emphasized the word "inconvenient".
Difficult to understand.
The man had no choice but to leave in disappointment.
But the shop belongs to Liu Rourou, so she can do whatever she wants with it.
Zhao Fengqing and Rao Zi each had a can of beer, drinking it intermittently while chatting with each other about daily matters.
Jiang Fuli's taste is rather strange, and as a result, her writings are basically not in line with the mainstream market. So there will be various opinions, and she prefers to go against them. Among her friends, the only one who can truly be called a reader of Jiang Fuli is Zhao Fengqing. Rao Zi and Da Hu are barely considered half readers under coercion.
Although he was surprised, he was in a hurry to find help and the work was relatively simple, so he agreed.
Although I won't be able to see the gossip, I won't have to listen to the voices of that couple anymore.
Liu Rourou didn't say anything about what happened that day.
The weather has been abnormal recently. Even in the middle of winter, the breeze is refreshing and pleasant.
Everyone's life goes on as usual.
The bathroom is a little small, but everything else is good and the room is bright.
As a designer, for the sake of business, of course he would like to tear down the whole thing and rebuild it.
Everyone's life goes on as usual.
That's a job ad.
"got it."
Rao Zi didn't ask the reason and said, "Okay, I'll let you know."
Jiang Jing snorted lightly and left.
The door of the room was quite strange, with two doors, about one and a half meters apart.
Jiang Jing pulled the corners of his lips slightly, hiding his disdain.
Her eyes are very alluring when she is not smiling, and even more charming when she smiles.
After much consideration, Liu Rourou decided to listen to the designer's professional advice.
After New Year's Day, Liu Rourou planned to clean up the old things on the second floor. Because she was too busy, Liu Rourou asked Zhao Fengqing to go upstairs to help.
Difficult to understand.
The school wall is still the same as it was back then, just a little more mottled.
Zhao Fengqing finally got a glimpse of Jiang Jing's beastly place. At that moment, she was a little confused about her mood. It seemed that there was something else besides watching the show.
"I'll pay you the salary." Liu Rourou said sincerely, "I'm really sorry about this. I'll pay you an extra bonus."
The old book that Jiang Fuli was looking for was a romance novel published twenty years ago. This bookstore used to have such a copy, but it disappeared later for some reason.
She blinked her eyes and looked innocent, "I was reckless and forgot that the boss's wife was not convenient to see guests." She even emphasized the word "inconvenient".
As a designer, for the sake of business, of course he would like to tear down the whole thing and rebuild it.
"I said, there's someone here." She raised her voice slightly.
The bathroom is a little small, but everything else is good and the room is bright.
You are unkind and I am unjust.
Jiang Fuli arranged a lunch gathering at noon. The meeting place was set on the street next to A Middle School.
Everyone's life goes on as usual.
Jiang Fuli was very disappointed. She pulled Zhao Fengqing and said, "When you get to work, find it for me."
Zhao Fengqing finally got a glimpse of Jiang Jing's beastly place. At that moment, she was a little confused about her mood. It seemed that there was something else besides watching the show.
The door of the room was quite strange, with two doors, about one and a half meters apart.
Zhao Fengqing paid attention to his back and made a new discovery: Jiang Jing's hair was not messy after nearly an hour of debauchery, while Liu Rourou's clothes were always disheveled.
Although he was surprised, he was in a hurry to find help and the work was relatively simple, so he agreed.
The bed size was... on the small side.
The first to arrive was Zhao Fengqing.
The old book that Jiang Fuli was looking for was a romance novel published twenty years ago. This bookstore used to have such a copy, but it disappeared later for some reason.
"No more writing now." Jiang Fuli took out a pack of cigarettes and threw it on the table. "The few books that have been completed have left a lot of historical issues."
She shrugged.
Rao Zi took out a cigarette and said, "Sister Li, when can you write a book with a more normal theme? You are... um... you know."
When Zhao Fengqing saw the white paper in front of the bookstore, he whistled.
Rao Zi took out a cigarette and said, "Sister Li, when can you write a book with a more normal theme? You are... um... you know."
Before she even arrived, a series of WeChat voice messages started ringing out, "The navigation system didn't even update the map. I couldn't find the new highway and had to take the old road. It was so congested."
The door of the room was quite strange, with two doors, about one and a half meters apart.
When Zhao Fengqing saw the white paper in front of the bookstore, he whistled.
The man had no choice but to leave in disappointment.
This man and this woman look down on each other.
Although he was surprised, he was in a hurry to find help and the work was relatively simple, so he agreed.
Although he was surprised, he was in a hurry to find help and the work was relatively simple, so he agreed.
Zhao Fengqing was standing at the cashier counter with his chin on his hand, smiling like a flower.
Although he was surprised, he was in a hurry to find help and the work was relatively simple, so he agreed.
Liu Rourou was picking up magazines nearby. "Sister Zhao, please help me take this package down. I'll carry the fan."
Liu Rourou was busy when she suddenly found that the wall paint of the room on the second floor had peeled off in some places. She wiped it off, but larger pieces of paint fell off, which scared her.
"I'll pay you the salary." Liu Rourou said sincerely, "I'm really sorry about this. I'll pay you an extra bonus."
Jiang Fuli said unwillingly, "Boss, can you check again? I will buy it at a high price. Please, please."
Zhao Fengqing felt it was a pity that he didn't jump out of the window to escape.
Zhao Fengqing smiled. As for what Jiang Jing and Liu Rourou did in broad daylight, they had no right to question her. And if she said "intentionally", it was obvious that Liu Rourou's moans were more intense.
Zhao Fengqing held the coffee in one hand and swiped the screen of his mobile phone with the other.
Jiang Fuli's taste is rather strange, and as a result, her writings are basically not in line with the mainstream market. So there will be various opinions, and she prefers to go against them. Among her friends, the only one who can truly be called a reader of Jiang Fuli is Zhao Fengqing. Rao Zi and Da Hu are barely considered half readers under coercion.
Zhao Fengqing and Rao Zi each had a can of beer, drinking it intermittently while chatting with each other about daily matters.
Zhao Fengqing responded and stepped forward, glancing at the magazines, which were all entertainment gossip. She turned around, picked up a large bag of sundries and left.
Jiang Fuli was more than an hour late.
Fifteen minutes passed by the time she showed up in a hurry.
Zhao Fengqing was standing at the cashier counter with his chin on his hand, smiling like a flower.
Jiang Fuli said unwillingly, "Boss, can you check again? I will buy it at a high price. Please, please."
Liu Rourou was busy when she suddenly found that the wall paint of the room on the second floor had peeled off in some places. She wiped it off, but larger pieces of paint fell off, which scared her.
As soon as Jiang Fuli sat down, she gulped down half a cup of lemon honey. "Sorry, I'm late. This meal is all on me."
Zhao Fengqing smiled and said, "I told you a long time ago, don't write novels, it's hard work and thankless."
Rao Zi suppressed his expression and answered seriously: "I can only be considered a zombie fan."
As the New Year is approaching, Jiang Fuli plans to return to her parents' home early.
After a long while, he said, "You seem to hate me?"
Because of this, she plans to renovate the second floor.
Her eyes are very alluring when she is not smiling, and even more charming when she smiles.
Jiang Jing looked back at her calmly. "Zhao Fengqing?" He seemed unsure of her name and always used a questioning tone.
Zhao Fengqing smiled and said, "I told you a long time ago, don't write novels, it's hard work and thankless."
Zhao Fengqing felt that Liu Rourou was making a big deal out of nothing.
The store manager was a fat man. He was very surprised after listening to Zhao Fengqing's oral resume. Generally speaking, this kind of work is mostly done by college students as part-time workers.
"It's a small matter." At this moment, Zhao Fengqing was so happy that he couldn't hide the smile on his face.
Jiang Fuli was very disappointed. She pulled Zhao Fengqing and said, "When you get to work, find it for me."
Rao Zi glanced at the side door of A Middle School and stood up. "I'll go over there to take the subway and accompany you."
Zhao Fengqing looked up at the tall locust tree inside the wall and said, "We are all old."
Although I won't be able to see the gossip, I won't have to listen to the voices of that couple anymore.
She informed Zhao Fengqing early, "Qing'er, call Raozi, the three of us will go have a few drinks."
But the shop belongs to Liu Rourou, so she can do whatever she wants with it.
"Thank you, Madam." Having said that, she planned to find another job.
Although I won't be able to see the gossip, I won't have to listen to the voices of that couple anymore.
"how?"
A week later, the decorator came. After looking at the whole shop from top to bottom, he suggested that the whole shop be renovated.
"I said, there's someone here." She raised her voice slightly.
Zhao Fengqing smiled and said, "I told you a long time ago, don't write novels, it's hard work and thankless."
Jiang Fuli drove to the intersection and dropped Rao Zi off. After parking the car, she and Zhao Fengqing walked to the bookstore.
Jiang Fuli arranged a lunch gathering at noon. The meeting place was set on the street next to A Middle School.
The first to arrive was Zhao Fengqing.
Zhao Fengqing smiled. As for what Jiang Jing and Liu Rourou did in broad daylight, they had no right to question her. And if she said "intentionally", it was obvious that Liu Rourou's moans were more intense.
As a designer, for the sake of business, of course he would like to tear down the whole thing and rebuild it.
Zhao Fengqing felt that Liu Rourou was making a big deal out of nothing.
Zhao Fengqing listened without saying a word.
After much consideration, Liu Rourou decided to listen to the designer's professional advice.
The man had no choice but to leave in disappointment.
The store manager was a fat man. He was very surprised after listening to Zhao Fengqing's oral resume. Generally speaking, this kind of work is mostly done by college students as part-time workers.
She didn't take his intentional or unintentional forgetfulness seriously and said with a smile, "The boss lady will be back soon."
Jiang Jing looked back at her calmly. "Zhao Fengqing?" He seemed unsure of her name and always used a questioning tone.
The school wall is still the same as it was back then, just a little more mottled.
Liu Rourou didn't say anything about what happened that day.
In less than a quarter of an hour, a man came over and started a conversation.
While Jiang Fuli went in to look for books, Zhao Fengqing went to apply for a job.
Zhao Fengqing listened without saying a word.
Jiang Jing stood at the stairs, looking at Zhao Fengqing coldly.
Zhao Fengqing held the coffee in one hand and swiped the screen of his mobile phone with the other.
"No place for her." Rao Zi smiled wickedly. He put the wine glass aside, "Qing'er, when are you moving? I have to go on a business trip for half a month next week, so I can't be a laborer."
Zhao Fengqing held the coffee in one hand and swiped the screen of his mobile phone with the other.
As I said, the store belongs to Liu Rourou, she can do whatever she wants with it.
Zhao Fengqing felt it was a pity that he didn't jump out of the window to escape.
Jiang Jing snorted lightly and left.
"No more writing now." Jiang Fuli took out a pack of cigarettes and threw it on the table. "The few books that have been completed have left a lot of historical issues."
Liu Rourou didn't say anything about what happened that day.
Kong Daming volunteered to act as the flower protector.
The man paused and said, "Beautiful lady, can we exchange contact information?"
As a result, Zhao Fengqing was unemployed again. After working in a flower shop for three months.
Jiang Fuli said unwillingly, "Boss, can you check again? I will buy it at a high price. Please, please."
Zhao Fengqing paid attention to his back and made a new discovery: Jiang Jing's hair was not messy after nearly an hour of debauchery, while Liu Rourou's clothes were always disheveled.
She informed Zhao Fengqing early, "Qing'er, call Raozi, the three of us will go have a few drinks."
Liu Rourou felt very guilty about this, and said gently: "Sister Zhao, the renovation will take about two or three months. If you don't mind, come back after the business reopens."
The first to arrive was Zhao Fengqing.
The weather has been abnormal recently. Even in the middle of winter, the breeze is refreshing and pleasant.
The old book that Jiang Fuli was looking for was a romance novel published twenty years ago. This bookstore used to have such a copy, but it disappeared later for some reason.
"Thank you, Madam." Having said that, she planned to find another job.
Jiang Fuli was more than an hour late.
That's a job ad.
"No more writing now." Jiang Fuli took out a pack of cigarettes and threw it on the table. "The few books that have been completed have left a lot of historical issues."
Rao Zi took out a cigarette and said, "Sister Li, when can you write a book with a more normal theme? You are... um... you know."
As a designer, for the sake of business, of course he would like to tear down the whole thing and rebuild it.
Because of this, she plans to renovate the second floor.
Although he was surprised, he was in a hurry to find help and the work was relatively simple, so he agreed.
"I'll pay you the salary." Liu Rourou said sincerely, "I'm really sorry about this. I'll pay you an extra bonus."
The man had no choice but to leave in disappointment.
The man paused and said, "Beautiful lady, can we exchange contact information?"
"Thank you, Madam." Having said that, she planned to find another job.
The man wanted to say a few more words, but she noticed Rao Zi and waved at him.
Jiang Fuli said unwillingly, "Boss, can you check again? I will buy it at a high price. Please, please."
The weather has been abnormal recently. Even in the middle of winter, the breeze is refreshing and pleasant.
The store manager was a fat man. He was very surprised after listening to Zhao Fengqing's oral resume. Generally speaking, this kind of work is mostly done by college students as part-time workers.
"It's a small matter." At this moment, Zhao Fengqing was so happy that he couldn't hide the smile on his face.
Zhao Fengqing smiled slightly, "Thank you, Madam Boss."
"Lily."
Jiang Fuli arranged a lunch gathering at noon. The meeting place was set on the street next to A Middle School.
Zhao Fengqing put the coffee cup down heavily and said, "There's someone here." Her voice was low and her tone was not harsh.
In less than a quarter of an hour, a man came over and started a conversation.
Jiang Fuli was more than an hour late.
A week later, the decorator came. After looking at the whole shop from top to bottom, he suggested that the whole shop be renovated.
Before she even arrived, a series of WeChat voice messages started ringing out, "The navigation system didn't even update the map. I couldn't find the new highway and had to take the old road. It was so congested."
As the New Year is approaching, Jiang Fuli plans to return to her parents' home early.
Jiang Jing looked at her provocative fox eyes, and her ridicule was clear. He asked coldly, "Do you think Rourou doesn't know that you did it on purpose?"
Zhao Fengqing smiled and said, "I told you a long time ago, don't write novels, it's hard work and thankless."
"Hey." Rao Zi said thief, "Sister Li, you're too polite. I didn't plan to pay anyway."
The store manager was a fat man. He was very surprised after listening to Zhao Fengqing's oral resume. Generally speaking, this kind of work is mostly done by college students as part-time workers.
But the shop belongs to Liu Rourou, so she can do whatever she wants with it.
She informed Zhao Fengqing early, "Qing'er, call Raozi, the three of us will go have a few drinks."
"Aren't you my die-hard fan?" Jiang Fuli raised her eyebrows.
As a designer, for the sake of business, of course he would like to tear down the whole thing and rebuild it.
Her eyes are very alluring when she is not smiling, and even more charming when she smiles.
Zhao Fengqing reminded, "Lily drove here, so she can't drink."
"got it."
The weather has been abnormal recently. Even in the middle of winter, the breeze is refreshing and pleasant.
As I said, the store belongs to Liu Rourou, she can do whatever she wants with it.
Zhao Fengqing and Rao Zi each had a can of beer, drinking it intermittently while chatting with each other about daily matters.
Zhao Fengqing laughed after hearing this WeChat message. She has been very busy recently, sometimes going to interviews, sometimes going shopping, and has not met up with friends.
You are unkind and I am unjust.
The weather has been abnormal recently. Even in the middle of winter, the breeze is refreshing and pleasant.
Zhao Fengqing smiled so happily that the store manager was stunned.
After New Year's Day, Liu Rourou planned to clean up the old things on the second floor. Because she was too busy, Liu Rourou asked Zhao Fengqing to go upstairs to help.
Zhao Fengqing and Rao Zi each had a can of beer, drinking it intermittently while chatting with each other about daily matters.
The store manager spread his hands helplessly and said, "I took over this store six years ago, so it should have disappeared by then."
Zhao Fengqing paid attention to his back and made a new discovery: Jiang Jing's hair was not messy after nearly an hour of debauchery, while Liu Rourou's clothes were always disheveled.
Zhao Fengqing listened without saying a word.
Jiang Fuli arranged a lunch gathering at noon. The meeting place was set on the street next to A Middle School.
You are unkind and I am unjust.
Zhao Fengqing recalled that he and Jiang Fuli had traveled back and forth along this road in the past. The events of twelve years ago were still vivid in his mind in this familiar yet unfamiliar scene.
As soon as they left, Jiang Jing came down immediately, dressed neatly and in a dignified manner.
The old book that Jiang Fuli was looking for was a romance novel published twenty years ago. This bookstore used to have such a copy, but it disappeared later for some reason.
Zhao Fengqing finally got a glimpse of Jiang Jing's beastly place. At that moment, she was a little confused about her mood. It seemed that there was something else besides watching the show.
The first to arrive was Zhao Fengqing.
As soon as Jiang Fuli sat down, she gulped down half a cup of lemon honey. "Sorry, I'm late. This meal is all on me."
Jiang Fuli drove to the intersection and dropped Rao Zi off. After parking the car, she and Zhao Fengqing walked to the bookstore.
Jiang Fuli arranged a lunch gathering at noon. The meeting place was set on the street next to A Middle School.
Jiang Fuli bared her teeth and said, "Do you know how hard it is for me to make money?"
The seats inside the western restaurant were full, so she chose a table outside and sat down.
Zhao Fengqing held the coffee in one hand and swiped the screen of his mobile phone with the other.
Liu Rourou didn't say anything about what happened that day.
"It's a small matter." At this moment, Zhao Fengqing was so happy that he couldn't hide the smile on his face.
Jiang Fuli's taste is rather strange, and as a result, her writings are basically not in line with the mainstream market. So there will be various opinions, and she prefers to go against them. Among her friends, the only one who can truly be called a reader of Jiang Fuli is Zhao Fengqing. Rao Zi and Da Hu are barely considered half readers under coercion.
Difficult to understand.
The school wall is still the same as it was back then, just a little more mottled.
Jiang Fuli's taste is rather strange, and as a result, her writings are basically not in line with the mainstream market. So there will be various opinions, and she prefers to go against them. Among her friends, the only one who can truly be called a reader of Jiang Fuli is Zhao Fengqing. Rao Zi and Da Hu are barely considered half readers under coercion.
"No more writing now." Jiang Fuli took out a pack of cigarettes and threw it on the table. "The few books that have been completed have left a lot of historical issues."
The weather has been abnormal recently. Even in the middle of winter, the breeze is refreshing and pleasant.
The seats inside the western restaurant were full, so she chose a table outside and sat down.
Rao Zi took out a cigarette and said, "Sister Li, when can you write a book with a more normal theme? You are... um... you know."
Zhao Fengqing held the coffee in one hand and swiped the screen of his mobile phone with the other.
When Zhao Fengqing saw the white paper in front of the bookstore, he whistled.
That's a job ad.
"Aren't you my die-hard fan?" Jiang Fuli raised her eyebrows.
Fifteen minutes passed by the time she showed up in a hurry.
That's a job ad.
In less than a quarter of an hour, a man came over and started a conversation.
Jiang Fuli's taste is rather strange, and as a result, her writings are basically not in line with the mainstream market. So there will be various opinions, and she prefers to go against them. Among her friends, the only one who can truly be called a reader of Jiang Fuli is Zhao Fengqing. Rao Zi and Da Hu are barely considered half readers under coercion.
"It's a small matter." At this moment, Zhao Fengqing was so happy that he couldn't hide the smile on his face.
Liu Rourou didn't say anything about what happened that day.
She glanced at him with a mocking smile in her eyes.
The man had no choice but to leave in disappointment.
Zhao Fengqing smiled slightly, "Thank you, Madam Boss."
She glanced at him sideways to show that she was not welcome. She had seen this kind of approach many times.
Rao Zi suppressed his expression and answered seriously: "I can only be considered a zombie fan."
You are unkind and I am unjust.
"Just kidding." She still laughed, "What's your first name?"
Zhao Fengqing finally got a glimpse of Jiang Jing's beastly place. At that moment, she was a little confused about her mood. It seemed that there was something else besides watching the show.
She glanced at him sideways to show that she was not welcome. She had seen this kind of approach many times.
As a result, Zhao Fengqing was unemployed again. After working in a flower shop for three months.
While Jiang Fuli went in to look for books, Zhao Fengqing went to apply for a job.
Jiang Fuli said unwillingly, "Boss, can you check again? I will buy it at a high price. Please, please."
The man sat down opposite and waved to the waiter with a smile.
Zhao Fengqing smiled. As for what Jiang Jing and Liu Rourou did in broad daylight, they had no right to question her. And if she said "intentionally", it was obvious that Liu Rourou's moans were more intense.
This man and this woman look down on each other.
While Jiang Fuli went in to look for books, Zhao Fengqing went to apply for a job.
Zhao Fengqing paid attention to his back and made a new discovery: Jiang Jing's hair was not messy after nearly an hour of debauchery, while Liu Rourou's clothes were always disheveled.
Liu Rourou didn't say anything about what happened that day.
"I said, there's someone here." She raised her voice slightly.
Zhao Fengqing also mocked him in his heart. Why was he pretending to be noble? Who was the one who kept kissing her during the class reunion? Moreover, he knew that she was eavesdropping downstairs, but he still enjoyed it. It was obvious that he had no shame at all.
Rao Zi took out a cigarette and said, "Sister Li, when can you write a book with a more normal theme? You are... um... you know."
Zhao Fengqing put the coffee cup down heavily and said, "There's someone here." Her voice was low and her tone was not harsh.
Jiang Fuli bared her teeth and said, "Do you know how hard it is for me to make money?"
The school wall is still the same as it was back then, just a little more mottled.
Because of this, she plans to renovate the second floor.
Rao Zi didn't ask the reason and said, "Okay, I'll let you know."
You are unkind and I am unjust.
The man sat down opposite and waved to the waiter with a smile.
The man paused and said, "Beautiful lady, can we exchange contact information?"
Liu Rourou was picking up magazines nearby. "Sister Zhao, please help me take this package down. I'll carry the fan."
Liu Rourou felt very guilty about this, and said gently: "Sister Zhao, the renovation will take about two or three months. If you don't mind, come back after the business reopens."
As a designer, for the sake of business, of course he would like to tear down the whole thing and rebuild it.
Liu Rourou was busy when she suddenly found that the wall paint of the room on the second floor had peeled off in some places. She wiped it off, but larger pieces of paint fell off, which scared her.
"I said, there's someone here." She raised her voice slightly.
Zhao Fengqing put the coffee cup down heavily and said, "There's someone here." Her voice was low and her tone was not harsh.
Jiang Jing looked at her provocative fox eyes, and her ridicule was clear. He asked coldly, "Do you think Rourou doesn't know that you did it on purpose?"
Zhao Fengqing held the coffee in one hand and swiped the screen of his mobile phone with the other.
She shrugged.
The first to arrive was Zhao Fengqing.
The man wanted to say a few more words, but she noticed Rao Zi and waved at him.
Liu Rourou felt very guilty about this, and said gently: "Sister Zhao, the renovation will take about two or three months. If you don't mind, come back after the business reopens."
In the end, Liu Rourou made an excuse to go out.
Zhao Fengqing responded and stepped forward, glancing at the magazines, which were all entertainment gossip. She turned around, picked up a large bag of sundries and left.
"It's a small matter." At this moment, Zhao Fengqing was so happy that he couldn't hide the smile on his face.
Before she even arrived, a series of WeChat voice messages started ringing out, "The navigation system didn't even update the map. I couldn't find the new highway and had to take the old road. It was so congested."
Zhao Fengqing looked up at the tall locust tree inside the wall and said, "We are all old."
The store manager was a fat man. He was very surprised after listening to Zhao Fengqing's oral resume. Generally speaking, this kind of work is mostly done by college students as part-time workers.
The man had no choice but to leave in disappointment.
She shrugged.
She glanced at him with a mocking smile in her eyes.
The school wall is still the same as it was back then, just a little more mottled.
The seats inside the western restaurant were full, so she chose a table outside and sat down.
Zhao Fengqing smiled so happily that the store manager was stunned.
After New Year's Day, Liu Rourou planned to clean up the old things on the second floor. Because she was too busy, Liu Rourou asked Zhao Fengqing to go upstairs to help.
As soon as Rao Zi sat down, he made a few jokes, "The beauty Zhao is still as charming as ever."
Zhao Fengqing smiled so happily that the store manager was stunned.
This man and this woman look down on each other.
The store manager was a fat man. He was very surprised after listening to Zhao Fengqing's oral resume. Generally speaking, this kind of work is mostly done by college students as part-time workers.
Rao Zi suppressed his expression and answered seriously: "I can only be considered a zombie fan."
Zhao Fengqing laughed after hearing this WeChat message. She has been very busy recently, sometimes going to interviews, sometimes going shopping, and has not met up with friends.
"I'm old." Zhao Fengqing answered seriously.
Liu Rourou was picking up magazines nearby. "Sister Zhao, please help me take this package down. I'll carry the fan."
Difficult to understand.
Although I won't be able to see the gossip, I won't have to listen to the voices of that couple anymore.
"No more writing now." Jiang Fuli took out a pack of cigarettes and threw it on the table. "The few books that have been completed have left a lot of historical issues."
Raozi laughed and ordered a half dozen beers.
But the shop belongs to Liu Rourou, so she can do whatever she wants with it.
After a long while, he said, "You seem to hate me?"
Zhao Fengqing reminded, "Lily drove here, so she can't drink."
The store manager was a fat man. He was very surprised after listening to Zhao Fengqing's oral resume. Generally speaking, this kind of work is mostly done by college students as part-time workers.
Jiang Fuli was used to Zhao Fengqing's casualness and had no objection.
As I said, the store belongs to Liu Rourou, she can do whatever she wants with it.
Zhao Fengqing felt that Liu Rourou was making a big deal out of nothing.
Because of this, she plans to renovate the second floor.
"Lily."
Zhao Fengqing felt that Liu Rourou was making a big deal out of nothing.
"No place for her." Rao Zi smiled wickedly. He put the wine glass aside, "Qing'er, when are you moving? I have to go on a business trip for half a month next week, so I can't be a laborer."
As a designer, for the sake of business, of course he would like to tear down the whole thing and rebuild it.
"I'll pay you the salary." Liu Rourou said sincerely, "I'm really sorry about this. I'll pay you an extra bonus."
"Just kidding." She still laughed, "What's your first name?"
"Aren't you my die-hard fan?" Jiang Fuli raised her eyebrows.
"No." Zhao Fengqing had thought about moving before, but she didn't really look for a house. She had a hunch that she wouldn't stay in the flower shop for too long. If she changed jobs, it would be troublesome to move back and forth.
Because of this, she plans to renovate the second floor.
Raozi laughed and ordered a half dozen beers.
Kong Daming volunteered to act as the flower protector.
Sure enough, my intuition was accurate.
The man had no choice but to leave in disappointment.
Jiang Jing looked at her provocative fox eyes, and her ridicule was clear. He asked coldly, "Do you think Rourou doesn't know that you did it on purpose?"
The store manager couldn't help but feel secretly horrified, wondering how such a beauty could not find a job.
"It's a small matter." At this moment, Zhao Fengqing was so happy that he couldn't hide the smile on his face.
Because of this, she plans to renovate the second floor.
The first to arrive was Zhao Fengqing.
But the shop belongs to Liu Rourou, so she can do whatever she wants with it.
Rao Zi didn't ask the reason and said, "Okay, I'll let you know."
Zhao Fengqing smiled slightly, "Thank you, Madam Boss."
Jiang Fuli drove to the intersection and dropped Rao Zi off. After parking the car, she and Zhao Fengqing walked to the bookstore.
"It's a small matter." At this moment, Zhao Fengqing was so happy that he couldn't hide the smile on his face.
Zhao Fengqing finally got a glimpse of Jiang Jing's beastly place. At that moment, she was a little confused about her mood. It seemed that there was something else besides watching the show.
Rao Zi glanced at the side door of A Middle School and stood up. "I'll go over there to take the subway and accompany you."
The store manager couldn't help but feel secretly horrified, wondering how such a beauty could not find a job.
"got it."
She shrugged.
Fifteen minutes passed by the time she showed up in a hurry.
Zhao Fengqing smiled and said, "I told you a long time ago, don't write novels, it's hard work and thankless."
Zhao Fengqing and Rao Zi each had a can of beer, drinking it intermittently while chatting with each other about daily matters.
"how?"
You are unkind and I am unjust.
Jiang Fuli was more than an hour late.
Before she even arrived, a series of WeChat voice messages started ringing out, "The navigation system didn't even update the map. I couldn't find the new highway and had to take the old road. It was so congested."
The best thing is that as time goes by, the friends who accompany you are still the same.
After much consideration, Liu Rourou decided to listen to the designer's professional advice.
Everyone's life goes on as usual.
Before she even arrived, a series of WeChat voice messages started ringing out, "The navigation system didn't even update the map. I couldn't find the new highway and had to take the old road. It was so congested."
Jiang Fuli said unwillingly, "Boss, can you check again? I will buy it at a high price. Please, please."
Zhao Fengqing was standing at the cashier counter with his chin on his hand, smiling like a flower.
Fifteen minutes passed by the time she showed up in a hurry.
Difficult to understand.
In less than a quarter of an hour, a man came over and started a conversation.
As a designer, for the sake of business, of course he would like to tear down the whole thing and rebuild it.
Everyone's life goes on as usual.
As soon as Jiang Fuli sat down, she gulped down half a cup of lemon honey. "Sorry, I'm late. This meal is all on me."
Rao Zi didn't ask the reason and said, "Okay, I'll let you know."
Zhao Fengqing held the coffee in one hand and swiped the screen of his mobile phone with the other.
The weather has been abnormal recently. Even in the middle of winter, the breeze is refreshing and pleasant.
Jiang Jing pulled the corners of his lips slightly, hiding his disdain.
Fifteen minutes passed by the time she showed up in a hurry.
The bathroom is a little small, but everything else is good and the room is bright.
"Hey." Rao Zi said thief, "Sister Li, you're too polite. I didn't plan to pay anyway."
Before she even arrived, a series of WeChat voice messages started ringing out, "The navigation system didn't even update the map. I couldn't find the new highway and had to take the old road. It was so congested."
As soon as Rao Zi sat down, he made a few jokes, "The beauty Zhao is still as charming as ever."
Jiang Fuli said unwillingly, "Boss, can you check again? I will buy it at a high price. Please, please."
Jiang Jing stood at the stairs, looking at Zhao Fengqing coldly.
Although I won't be able to see the gossip, I won't have to listen to the voices of that couple anymore.
Jiang Fuli bared her teeth and said, "Do you know how hard it is for me to make money?"
No matter if it was one or half, Jiang Fuli was very satisfied to have two male readers.
"Nonsense." Jiang Fuli looked over. "We are still young."
"Nonsense." Jiang Fuli looked over. "We are still young."
Jiang Fuli hadn't been back to S City for more than three months. She seemed to have endless topics to talk about. When she looked at the time, it was already 3:30 in the afternoon. She remembered something, "Qing'er, I'm looking for an old book recently. Your photos a while ago reminded me. Maybe I can find it in that bookstore." As she said that, she flipped through the photos of the bookstore.
Zhao Fengqing smiled and said, "I told you a long time ago, don't write novels, it's hard work and thankless."
As the New Year is approaching, Jiang Fuli plans to return to her parents' home early.
After much consideration, Liu Rourou decided to listen to the designer's professional advice.
Zhao Fengqing recalled that he and Jiang Fuli had traveled back and forth along this road in the past. The events of twelve years ago were still vivid in his mind in this familiar yet unfamiliar scene.
The first to arrive was Zhao Fengqing.
Jiang Fuli was more than an hour late.
As a result, Zhao Fengqing was unemployed again. After working in a flower shop for three months.
Zhao Fengqing smiled and said, "I told you a long time ago, don't write novels, it's hard work and thankless."
Zhao Fengqing paid attention to his back and made a new discovery: Jiang Jing's hair was not messy after nearly an hour of debauchery, while Liu Rourou's clothes were always disheveled.
"No more writing now." Jiang Fuli took out a pack of cigarettes and threw it on the table. "The few books that have been completed have left a lot of historical issues."
"I'll pay you the salary." Liu Rourou said sincerely, "I'm really sorry about this. I'll pay you an extra bonus."
"Lily."
Rao Zi took out a cigarette and said, "Sister Li, when can you write a book with a more normal theme? You are... um... you know."
The man paused and said, "Beautiful lady, can we exchange contact information?"
Although he was surprised, he was in a hurry to find help and the work was relatively simple, so he agreed.
"Aren't you my die-hard fan?" Jiang Fuli raised her eyebrows.
Jiang Fuli was more than an hour late.
The old book that Jiang Fuli was looking for was a romance novel published twenty years ago. This bookstore used to have such a copy, but it disappeared later for some reason.
The best thing is that as time goes by, the friends who accompany you are still the same.
Zhao Fengqing looked up at the tall locust tree inside the wall and said, "We are all old."
The store manager was a fat man. He was very surprised after listening to Zhao Fengqing's oral resume. Generally speaking, this kind of work is mostly done by college students as part-time workers.
"Thank you, Madam." Having said that, she planned to find another job.
Rao Zi suppressed his expression and answered seriously: "I can only be considered a zombie fan."
Zhao Fengqing responded and stepped forward, glancing at the magazines, which were all entertainment gossip. She turned around, picked up a large bag of sundries and left.
Zhao Fengqing smiled slightly, "Thank you, Madam Boss."
The weather has been abnormal recently. Even in the middle of winter, the breeze is refreshing and pleasant.
As a result, Zhao Fengqing was unemployed again. After working in a flower shop for three months.
Jiang Fuli's taste is rather strange, and as a result, her writings are basically not in line with the mainstream market. So there will be various opinions, and she prefers to go against them. Among her friends, the only one who can truly be called a reader of Jiang Fuli is Zhao Fengqing. Rao Zi and Da Hu are barely considered half readers under coercion.
The salary is about the same as that of a flower shop, but the working environment is much quieter than that of a flower shop. At least there is no "Eee-ee-oh-oh".
Youth is great.
The seats inside the western restaurant were full, so she chose a table outside and sat down.
Jiang Fuli was used to Zhao Fengqing's casualness and had no objection.
No matter if it was one or half, Jiang Fuli was very satisfied to have two male readers.
Zhao Fengqing finally got a glimpse of Jiang Jing's beastly place. At that moment, she was a little confused about her mood. It seemed that there was something else besides watching the show.
After New Year's Day, Liu Rourou planned to clean up the old things on the second floor. Because she was too busy, Liu Rourou asked Zhao Fengqing to go upstairs to help.
She shrugged.
As soon as they left, Jiang Jing came down immediately, dressed neatly and in a dignified manner.
The man paused and said, "Beautiful lady, can we exchange contact information?"
Jiang Fuli hadn't been back to S City for more than three months. She seemed to have endless topics to talk about. When she looked at the time, it was already 3:30 in the afternoon. She remembered something, "Qing'er, I'm looking for an old book recently. Your photos a while ago reminded me. Maybe I can find it in that bookstore." As she said that, she flipped through the photos of the bookstore.
Jiang Fuli drove to the intersection and dropped Rao Zi off. After parking the car, she and Zhao Fengqing walked to the bookstore.
The weather has been abnormal recently. Even in the middle of winter, the breeze is refreshing and pleasant.
Liu Rourou didn't say anything about what happened that day.
"It's a small matter." At this moment, Zhao Fengqing was so happy that he couldn't hide the smile on his face.
Although I won't be able to see the gossip, I won't have to listen to the voices of that couple anymore.
The man had no choice but to leave in disappointment.
The man had no choice but to leave in disappointment.
Rao Zi glanced at the side door of A Middle School and stood up. "I'll go over there to take the subway and accompany you."
Jiang Fuli was very disappointed. She pulled Zhao Fengqing and said, "When you get to work, find it for me."
Zhao Fengqing recalled that he and Jiang Fuli had traveled back and forth along this road in the past. The events of twelve years ago were still vivid in his mind in this familiar yet unfamiliar scene.
Jiang Fuli drove to the intersection and dropped Rao Zi off. After parking the car, she and Zhao Fengqing walked to the bookstore.
Zhao Fengqing laughed after hearing this WeChat message. She has been very busy recently, sometimes going to interviews, sometimes going shopping, and has not met up with friends.
That's a job ad.
As soon as Jiang Fuli sat down, she gulped down half a cup of lemon honey. "Sorry, I'm late. This meal is all on me."
The school wall is still the same as it was back then, just a little more mottled.
Zhao Fengqing smiled slightly, "Thank you, Madam Boss."
Liu Rourou didn't say anything about what happened that day.
No matter if it was one or half, Jiang Fuli was very satisfied to have two male readers.
That's pretty good.
In less than a quarter of an hour, a man came over and started a conversation.
Rao Zi didn't ask the reason and said, "Okay, I'll let you know."
Zhao Fengqing recalled that he and Jiang Fuli had traveled back and forth along this road in the past. The events of twelve years ago were still vivid in his mind in this familiar yet unfamiliar scene.
In less than a quarter of an hour, a man came over and started a conversation.
She glanced at him with a mocking smile in her eyes.
But the shop belongs to Liu Rourou, so she can do whatever she wants with it.
No matter if it was one or half, Jiang Fuli was very satisfied to have two male readers.
Youth is great.
Difficult to understand.
Rao Zi took out a cigarette and said, "Sister Li, when can you write a book with a more normal theme? You are... um... you know."
A week later, the decorator came. After looking at the whole shop from top to bottom, he suggested that the whole shop be renovated.
The best thing is that as time goes by, the friends who accompany you are still the same.
The store manager spread his hands helplessly and said, "I took over this store six years ago, so it should have disappeared by then."
Jiang Fuli was more than an hour late.
Rao Zi suppressed his expression and answered seriously: "I can only be considered a zombie fan."
"Lily."
Fifteen minutes passed by the time she showed up in a hurry.
She glanced at him with a mocking smile in her eyes.
After New Year's Day, Liu Rourou planned to clean up the old things on the second floor. Because she was too busy, Liu Rourou asked Zhao Fengqing to go upstairs to help.
"how?"
"No." Zhao Fengqing had thought about moving before, but she didn't really look for a house. She had a hunch that she wouldn't stay in the flower shop for too long. If she changed jobs, it would be troublesome to move back and forth.
The seats inside the western restaurant were full, so she chose a table outside and sat down.
The store manager was a fat man. He was very surprised after listening to Zhao Fengqing's oral resume. Generally speaking, this kind of work is mostly done by college students as part-time workers.
Zhao Fengqing looked up at the tall locust tree inside the wall and said, "We are all old."
As a designer, for the sake of business, of course he would like to tear down the whole thing and rebuild it.
The man sat down opposite and waved to the waiter with a smile.
Jiang Jing snorted lightly and left.
She blinked her eyes and looked innocent, "I was reckless and forgot that the boss's wife was not convenient to see guests." She even emphasized the word "inconvenient".
Zhao Fengqing recalled that he and Jiang Fuli had traveled back and forth along this road in the past. The events of twelve years ago were still vivid in his mind in this familiar yet unfamiliar scene.
The bed size was... on the small side.
In the end, Liu Rourou made an excuse to go out.
Zhao Fengqing looked up at the tall locust tree inside the wall and said, "We are all old."
"Nonsense." Jiang Fuli looked over. "We are still young."
"Just kidding." She still laughed, "What's your first name?"
Jiang Fuli was used to Zhao Fengqing's casualness and had no objection.
When Zhao Fengqing saw the white paper in front of the bookstore, he whistled.
As soon as Rao Zi sat down, he made a few jokes, "The beauty Zhao is still as charming as ever."
Jiang Jing looked back at her calmly. "Zhao Fengqing?" He seemed unsure of her name and always used a questioning tone.
That's a job ad.
You are unkind and I am unjust.
Zhao Fengqing recalled that he and Jiang Fuli had traveled back and forth along this road in the past. The events of twelve years ago were still vivid in his mind in this familiar yet unfamiliar scene.
The weather has been abnormal recently. Even in the middle of winter, the breeze is refreshing and pleasant.
Sure enough, my intuition was accurate.
The salary is about the same as that of a flower shop, but the working environment is much quieter than that of a flower shop. At least there is no "Eee-ee-oh-oh".
Jiang Fuli's taste is rather strange, and as a result, her writings are basically not in line with the mainstream market. So there will be various opinions, and she prefers to go against them. Among her friends, the only one who can truly be called a reader of Jiang Fuli is Zhao Fengqing. Rao Zi and Da Hu are barely considered half readers under coercion.
After a long while, he said, "You seem to hate me?"
Jiang Jing stood at the stairs, looking at Zhao Fengqing coldly.
While Jiang Fuli went in to look for books, Zhao Fengqing went to apply for a job.
Zhao Fengqing smiled so happily that the store manager was stunned.
The old book that Jiang Fuli was looking for was a romance novel published twenty years ago. This bookstore used to have such a copy, but it disappeared later for some reason.
"No place for her." Rao Zi smiled wickedly. He put the wine glass aside, "Qing'er, when are you moving? I have to go on a business trip for half a month next week, so I can't be a laborer."
After much consideration, Liu Rourou decided to listen to the designer's professional advice.
Everyone's life goes on as usual.
Jiang Fuli's taste is rather strange, and as a result, her writings are basically not in line with the mainstream market. So there will be various opinions, and she prefers to go against them. Among her friends, the only one who can truly be called a reader of Jiang Fuli is Zhao Fengqing. Rao Zi and Da Hu are barely considered half readers under coercion.
Jiang Fuli drove to the intersection and dropped Rao Zi off. After parking the car, she and Zhao Fengqing walked to the bookstore.
Jiang Fuli was used to Zhao Fengqing's casualness and had no objection.
Liu Rourou was busy when she suddenly found that the wall paint of the room on the second floor had peeled off in some places. She wiped it off, but larger pieces of paint fell off, which scared her.
"got it."
Zhao Fengqing recalled that he and Jiang Fuli had traveled back and forth along this road in the past. The events of twelve years ago were still vivid in his mind in this familiar yet unfamiliar scene.
Jiang Fuli bared her teeth and said, "Do you know how hard it is for me to make money?"
The store manager was a fat man. He was very surprised after listening to Zhao Fengqing's oral resume. Generally speaking, this kind of work is mostly done by college students as part-time workers.
As the New Year is approaching, Jiang Fuli plans to return to her parents' home early.
The store manager couldn't help but feel secretly horrified, wondering how such a beauty could not find a job.
Zhao Fengqing responded and stepped forward, glancing at the magazines, which were all entertainment gossip. She turned around, picked up a large bag of sundries and left.
Jiang Fuli's taste is rather strange, and as a result, her writings are basically not in line with the mainstream market. So there will be various opinions, and she prefers to go against them. Among her friends, the only one who can truly be called a reader of Jiang Fuli is Zhao Fengqing. Rao Zi and Da Hu are barely considered half readers under coercion.
"Nonsense." Jiang Fuli looked over. "We are still young."
The salary is about the same as that of a flower shop, but the working environment is much quieter than that of a flower shop. At least there is no "Eee-ee-oh-oh".
She glanced at him sideways to show that she was not welcome. She had seen this kind of approach many times.
Rao Zi didn't ask the reason and said, "Okay, I'll let you know."
Although he was surprised, he was in a hurry to find help and the work was relatively simple, so he agreed.
"Just kidding." She still laughed, "What's your first name?"
The salary is about the same as that of a flower shop, but the working environment is much quieter than that of a flower shop. At least there is no "Eee-ee-oh-oh".
Difficult to understand.
Zhao Fengqing smiled so happily that the store manager was stunned.
"Aren't you my die-hard fan?" Jiang Fuli raised her eyebrows.
As the New Year is approaching, Jiang Fuli plans to return to her parents' home early.
"got it."
Her eyes are very alluring when she is not smiling, and even more charming when she smiles.
Jiang Fuli was used to Zhao Fengqing's casualness and had no objection.
But the shop belongs to Liu Rourou, so she can do whatever she wants with it.
As soon as Jiang Fuli sat down, she gulped down half a cup of lemon honey. "Sorry, I'm late. This meal is all on me."
The door of the room was quite strange, with two doors, about one and a half meters apart.
As a designer, for the sake of business, of course he would like to tear down the whole thing and rebuild it.
That's pretty good.
The store manager couldn't help but feel secretly horrified, wondering how such a beauty could not find a job.
When Zhao Fengqing saw the white paper in front of the bookstore, he whistled.
The store manager spread his hands helplessly and said, "I took over this store six years ago, so it should have disappeared by then."
That's a job ad.
Zhao Fengqing responded and stepped forward, glancing at the magazines, which were all entertainment gossip. She turned around, picked up a large bag of sundries and left.
The old book that Jiang Fuli was looking for was a romance novel published twenty years ago. This bookstore used to have such a copy, but it disappeared later for some reason.
After a long while, he said, "You seem to hate me?"
Before she even arrived, a series of WeChat voice messages started ringing out, "The navigation system didn't even update the map. I couldn't find the new highway and had to take the old road. It was so congested."
The man paused and said, "Beautiful lady, can we exchange contact information?"
Jiang Fuli said unwillingly, "Boss, can you check again? I will buy it at a high price. Please, please."
Sure enough, my intuition was accurate.
Zhao Fengqing smiled slightly, "Thank you, Madam Boss."
The store manager spread his hands helplessly and said, "I took over this store six years ago, so it should have disappeared by then."
Zhao Fengqing paid attention to his back and made a new discovery: Jiang Jing's hair was not messy after nearly an hour of debauchery, while Liu Rourou's clothes were always disheveled.
Zhao Fengqing responded and stepped forward, glancing at the magazines, which were all entertainment gossip. She turned around, picked up a large bag of sundries and left.
She glanced at him sideways to show that she was not welcome. She had seen this kind of approach many times.
Zhao Fengqing listened without saying a word.
Although I won't be able to see the gossip, I won't have to listen to the voices of that couple anymore.
Liu Rourou didn't say anything about what happened that day.
The man wanted to say a few more words, but she noticed Rao Zi and waved at him.
Jiang Fuli was very disappointed. She pulled Zhao Fengqing and said, "When you get to work, find it for me."
"No." Zhao Fengqing had thought about moving before, but she didn't really look for a house. She had a hunch that she wouldn't stay in the flower shop for too long. If she changed jobs, it would be troublesome to move back and forth.
She informed Zhao Fengqing early, "Qing'er, call Raozi, the three of us will go have a few drinks."
Liu Rourou didn't say anything about what happened that day.
Jiang Jing snorted lightly and left.
As soon as they left, Jiang Jing came down immediately, dressed neatly and in a dignified manner.
The first to arrive was Zhao Fengqing.
The weather has been abnormal recently. Even in the middle of winter, the breeze is refreshing and pleasant.
She didn't take his intentional or unintentional forgetfulness seriously and said with a smile, "The boss lady will be back soon."
"It's a small matter." At this moment, Zhao Fengqing was so happy that he couldn't hide the smile on his face.
As soon as Jiang Fuli sat down, she gulped down half a cup of lemon honey. "Sorry, I'm late. This meal is all on me."
Liu Rourou didn't say anything about what happened that day.
Jiang Jing snorted lightly and left.
Although I won't be able to see the gossip, I won't have to listen to the voices of that couple anymore.
The school wall is still the same as it was back then, just a little more mottled.
As a designer, for the sake of business, of course he would like to tear down the whole thing and rebuild it.
Zhao Fengqing held the coffee in one hand and swiped the screen of his mobile phone with the other.
The bed size was... on the small side.
"got it."
Because of this, she plans to renovate the second floor.
That's pretty good.
Kong Daming volunteered to act as the flower protector.
The school wall is still the same as it was back then, just a little more mottled.
Zhao Fengqing reminded, "Lily drove here, so she can't drink."
"Nonsense." Jiang Fuli looked over. "We are still young."
The seats inside the western restaurant were full, so she chose a table outside and sat down.
Rao Zi took out a cigarette and said, "Sister Li, when can you write a book with a more normal theme? You are... um... you know."