During class, Nan Weiwei handed over a list and asked: "Is there any time on the weekend, my dad said to invite you to dinner."
Qianmai grabbed the list, glanced at it, stood up, and said, "No, I was at school last week. I'm going home this weekend. Let's go out and talk."
Nan Weiwei nodded, got up and followed out.
At the end of the corridor on the fifth floor, Nan Weiwei lowered her voice and said, "The money has been transferred to your dad's account. You can check it at the bank during your noon break, and sign the bill so that I can take it back."
I checked the data on the list carefully in my heart, and the corners of Qianmai's mouth were slightly upward, with a dim smile in his eyes. Nan Weiwei, who looked aside, was envious: "Look at you, you made so much money at a young age, and my dad praised you, saying that you make no less than the designer of his company. What else do you eat? , Come and eat stir-fry with us."
"Who would think that there is too much money? My family needs too much money. One fresh dish is enough. My mother's fried plum dishes are quite rich in content, not inferior to the canteen. Besides, Sun Hongmei and the others will not be inferior to the canteen. See me for dinner."
Nan Weiwei bent her head to look at the lively figure on the basketball court, stretched her waist greatly, and muttered: "This Liu Feipeng, the action is very fast, and they have become one with Zhu Shoubin and others." Finally, she turned around carelessly. To the top of Qianmai’s head, he said, "Then I will eat with you and Liu Feipeng from now on. There are now a dozen girls in the class, and I ate with them yesterday. It was so boring. I talked about physics during the meal, and I was not afraid of indigestion. "
"Whatever you want. Isn't it just a meal with food? What else can we talk about
"It would be great for me to have you so much cash on hand, there are so many things I want to buy." Nan Weiwei suddenly said quietly.
Uh? Qian Mai looked up from the list strangely: "You have a fever? This little money belongs to your dad. It's not a dime. You are an only child. If you are not good at math, I can help you count your wealth."
Nan Weiwei feigned annoyance, and she rushed over to pinch Qianmai’s neck, but when she really started her hands, she became a delicate rub: "I hope my mother can have another one, so that my dad doesn’t always treat me. Those who keep asking for this and that... Hey, your neck is so beautiful, as the idiom says, skin is like fat, collar like worms, it feels really comfortable."
"I'll charge a fee for touching it anymore." Qianmai repeatedly took pictures of her wicked chicken feet, and sneered disapprovingly: "Princess, don't groan without illness. You don't know how good you are when you are in good fortune."
How did Qian Mai and Nan Weiwei "hook up", it's too long to be clear. It seems to be when Qianmai first arrived in the first year of junior high school, and the order was placed at the first flag-raising rally, and the class team could not be found. She was so anxious that Nan Weiwei ran over and pulled her over. Afterwards, Qian Mai asked how she found herself among so many people. Nan Weiwei's answer was beyond her expectation: "I recognize your skirt. This skirt was seen by you. It's so beautiful. Where did you buy it." Qianmai smiled and said, "My mother made it by herself."
It seems that the children of merchants who are fascinated by their eyes can easily breed a talent for business. As the only daughter of the boss of "Avril Lavigne" Clothing Co., Ltd. in Jintian County, so is Nan Weiwei. Two days later, she asked Qianmai for the light pink fancy leaf collar dress. There are one and there are two. Then Nan Chunming asked Qianmai in detail, and with the smooth flow of the boat, he started the later part-time job design.
At the beginning, Latent Wheat was not very competent. Fortunately, Qian Liqin’s clothes have always been tailored and made by Qian Liqin. Since the verbal agreement with Nan Chunming to calculate the design fee based on the number of garments shipped, Qianmai has not only gnawed at the clothing design books, but also made up his mind, soaking in the sewing machine every day during the winter vacation. I don’t forget to write letters with my two aunts, and ask some names for some problems encountered in practice. In this way, with the help of professional designers, I kept revising the design drawing step by step, and kept adding exercises, until now it is handy.
Hidden Wheat does not deny that he is cheating, and many factors of those big-selling clothing come from the fashions he has seen in his memory. It's just that you have to make money as soon as possible, the business opportunities are fleeting, and after a few years, those things in your mind will be worthless. Therefore, she is still very grateful to herself for being able to survive those tired days.
Since then, in increasingly frequent contacts, in addition to the part-time relationship, Qianmai and Nan Weiwei have also become good friends.
Who wouldn't like such a girl? Curvy, bright eyes and white teeth, as beautiful as a rose flower that is gradually blooming, beautiful but not demon, gorgeous but not vulgar. More importantly, she worked hard to practice the piano well, and she was blessed with wealth, optimism, intelligence and kindness. Nan Weiwei can find the qualities that Qianmai envy and desire to possess.
Qianmai didn't know how to explain her own psychology, whether she used Nan Weiwei as a reference for her progress goal, or did she like her innate happiness and innocence? In short, she has another good friend and she is very happy.
The willow breeze blowing in the cold face gently whipped the black hair of latent wheat and waist, revealing the delicate face of the girl's complexion like snow, and there was a fresh and refined scroll between her brows. Standing on the fifth-floor corridor and looking down, the willow trees on the side of the playground have drawn out the yellow buds and soft branches, dancing and flying in the wind. The few cherry blossoms in the corner of the teaching building are even more pink and white, sparing no effort to bloom all the beauty and romance.
"What a beautiful scenery, underneath are the wind and rain, the old and vigorous branches, and how like my late youth." On the morning of spring, the heart of Latent is suddenly softly touched.