80s: Little Sweet Wife

Meimei asked some more about the operation of the gallery. It was booming and the momentum was good. She hung up the phone with satisfaction.

Ren Qianqian came to eat the fruit again, and Ying Jugang became more and more capable. She only needed to contact the business and manage the money. She usually had nothing to do.

Meimei is bored with raising a baby at home, so she naturally hopes that more friends will come to pass the time.

"Did you introduce the business to Xu Zixuan?" Ren Qianqian asked curiously after taking a big mouthful of fruit smoothie.

"Well... Jiang Zhiru begged me, I'll give her a chance, but if she doesn't draw well, I can't do anything about it." Mei Mei picked up Aunt Fang's stewed bird's nest and sipped it.

Aunt Fang cooks a cup of bird's nest for her every day, all of which are the best blood swallows produced in Indonesia. It is said that pregnant women often eat bird's nest during pregnancy, and the child's skin will be particularly good. I don't know if it is true or not. Cook them all for her.

Ren Qianqian snorted, "I don't think she can pass the test. How could she condescend to paint soulless commercial paintings just like her?

"Then don't blame me for not giving me a chance, I deserve to be hungry!"

Meimei's expression was indifferent, she had already given the opportunity, whether she could seize it was Xu Zixuan's own business, she couldn't control it!

The two of them had no interest in Xu Zixuan's affairs. People who were willing to degenerate were not worthy of sympathy at all.

Ren Qianqian said some other peculiar things. The young couple lived a good life. Chang Qingsong had tasted the difficulties of life and had to raise children, so he was willing to paint those boring commercial paintings.

As an outstanding graduate of Chang Qingsong, there is no doubt about his painting skills, he is willing to paint with heart, and he is also highly efficient. Customers are very satisfied, and he will even appoint Chang Qingsong to paint, so Chang Qingsong is busy with orders now. However, the economic situation has also improved.

"Just figure it out, and Uncle Bagan can rest assured."

Meimei is very relieved, Chang Qingsong knows how to be flexible, not blindly drilling a dead end, so as to adapt to the society faster and better, and also bring a good life to his wife.

"When will you and Ying Banpai get married?" Meimei asked with concern.

Ren Qianqian didn't care, "We're not in a hurry. Now the company is just on the right track. There's no time to get married. We'll talk about it when we're free."

"Then you have to hurry up and get married early so your mother can feel at ease."

Meimei persuaded her a few words, but she wasn't too worried. Miss Ren had a very right idea, her career and family were very clear, and Ying Jugang obeyed her words, so there was nothing to worry about.

"My mother doesn't have time to care about me now~www.wuxiaspot.com~ She only cares about her man." Ren Qianqian sighed, she really couldn't figure it out.

Her father spends a lot of time outside, and women change one after another, but her mother still has a deep love for such a man, and now she goes to prison to deliver things to her father, which makes her more sticky than when she was in love before.

Pissed off her!

Meimei patted her forehead, and then she remembered Boss Ren, who had been forgotten by her, saying that she has been reformed in prison for more than three years, right?

"What's your father's situation now?" Meimei was very curious.

Ren Qianqian's eyes lit up and she smiled smugly, "Don't tell me, after my dad went in, his body was much better. His waist didn't hurt or his legs didn't hurt. I don't know how much better he was than when he first went in."

In the cell, Meimei took special care of her, no one bullied her father at all, and the three meals were light, and she had to do some physical work every day, and no fox spirits hollowed out his body every day...

Ren Qianqian really felt that her father could live in the cell until the end of the world!