Rebirth: Starting From the Confession

Chapter 86 The Girl's Mind

In the living room, Wang Juan was sitting on the sofa, watching TV while peeling edamame swiftly.

Since resigning, she has felt an unprecedented sense of ease.

Now that her daughter has also gone to college, she has even earned her tuition fees, which makes the burden on her shoulders suddenly lighter.

Everything is going in the right direction.

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps in the corridor behind him, and then the light behind him dimmed slightly.

"Well, come back!"

Wang Juan turned her head and asked with a smile, "Have you got the admission notice?"

"got it!

Zhao Wanqiu changed into slippers at the door, sat down on the sofa, and handed the envelope over.

After taking the envelope, Wang Juan opened it and checked it out. Her beautiful smile was exactly the same as that of Zhuang Shufen.

Three points of pride, three points of relief, three points of excitement, and one point of faint loss.

Perhaps, every mother smiles like this when she sees her child's admission letter.

After appreciating the admission letter, Wang Juan gently folded it and stuffed it into the envelope again.

Turning her head to look, she saw her daughter shouting with a small mouth, looking gloomy, Wang Juan immediately became happy, reached out and rubbed her little head, and couldn't help joking: "Noisy, look at this little mouth squirting. "Who made you angry again?"

"No one makes me angry!"

Zhao Wanqiu took out an edamame from the bag, peeled it skillfully, and a few green edamame slid into the small basket.

Wang Juan smiled indifferently and said, "Is it your translation brother?"

She didn't know what happened to her own daughter, Fang Yi was the only one who could make Zhao Wanqiu so sullen.

If it was someone else, she would have endured it long ago.

However, anger turned into anger, but Zhao Wanqiu never remembered it in his heart. He forgot it the next day at most, and happily continued to find Fang Yi to play.

"My translation brother, I have nothing to do with him again!" Zhao Wanqiu hummed.

Wang Juan continued to joke: "Why not? Didn't you clamor every day to be your translation brother's wife when you were young?"

As soon as these words came out, Zhao Wanqiu's little face turned red.

"Which one wants to be his wife!"

Leaving this sentence, the little girl rushed into her bedroom quickly, and then closed the door with the sound of the monument.

Seeing this, Wang Juan couldn't help shaking her head and smiling.

The little girl has grown up and knows she is shy!

Back in his bedroom, Zhao Wanqiu threw himself on the bed and buried his hot face under the quilt.

After a while, she turned over.

Because of her sullen face and poor breathing, she was panting slightly at the moment, while staring at the ceiling in stunned daze.

When the translation brother's wife..

!

Thinking of this, Zhao Wanqiu felt his cheeks start to heat up again.

However, this idea is like Pandora's Box, once it is mentioned, it can't help thinking about it.

Will the translator want me?

It should be. Brother Yi is so good to himself that he will definitely marry him.

However, Brother Yi seems to like Xiong Da, his own is so small.

Looking down at his flat T-shirt, Zhao Wanqiu couldn't help but have a small face, and his eyes were full of sorrow.

If Wang Juan expected it, after lunch, Zhao Wanqiu forgot the unhappiness before and happily went to the opposite side to find Fang Yi.

"Late autumn is here!

In the living room, Zhuang Shufen was clearing the dining table, when she saw Zhao Wanqiu, she immediately smiled.

Zhao Wanqiu said with a smile, "Aunt Zhuang, I'm here to walk through the air conditioner again!"

"This child, my aunt wishes you to come every day.

After a few jokes, Zhao Wanqiu walked into Fang Yi's bedroom with ease.

Unsurprisingly, he sat in front of the desk and tapped the keyboard to code words.

When he came to the bed and sat down, Zhao Wanqiu shook her white calf slightly and said, "Brother Yi, the goods are running out, do you still want to continue purchasing?"

"We don't need to buy any more. Now we have enough for three or four days." Fang Yi said without looking back.

At present, the income of night market stalls has stabilized at about 1,000 yuan. In other words, a maximum of 1,000 pieces of goods can be sold every day, which is incomparable to the thousands of pieces when the stall was first opened.

So now every time you buy a product, you can sell it for several days.

Besides, it is impossible for them to sell them until the end of the month, because in another week, they will have to report to Jinling School.

Therefore, if you sell out the remaining goods in your hand, you will completely close the stall, and by the way, you will find another supplier to earn the difference.

Zhao Wanqiu wondered: "But, isn't our store in the mall going to open in two days? We can order the goods tonight and use them directly when they open."

"It's not the same, we have too few goods in the stall. Tomorrow I will drive my mother and Aunt Wang to the voluntary small commodity market and teach them which goods to buy." Fang Yi explained while typing on the keyboard.

The street stall is different from opening a store. The street stall is very small, only a folding table, how many things can it put?

And the shop is forty or fifty square meters, which is far from what a small booth can compare. Naturally, there are more types of goods needed, otherwise there are too few varieties, and customers will lose interest after a few visits. So Fang Yi planned to beat them to volunteer Yi Zhao and personally teach them to buy goods.

"cough!"

After listening to his explanation, Zhao Wanqiu nodded first, and then said in a slightly aggrieved tone: "Brother Yi, but you said in the morning that you will teach me to drive tomorrow."

Hearing this, Fang Yi said helplessly, "Wait until the sun goes down at three or four o'clock, and I'll teach you to drive, how about that?"

"Brother, you are so kind!

The little girl suddenly showed a bright smile, and a pair of big eyes stared at his back, full of smiles.

In July, there is fire, and in August, it is not young.

In the afternoon of this season, it is still so easy to make people sleepy.

Enjoying the constant cool air from the air conditioner in the living room, and listening to the rhythmic keyboard tapping, Zhao Wanqiu lay on the bed and fell asleep unconsciously.

In the ticking of the quartz clock, time slipped away little by little.

"So he wrote all his life history on the account book of the goods, together with the destroyed pure gold abacus, sealed it in a box, temporarily stored it on the cabinet of Pin Qi Li, and agreed to take it together when the diamond umbrella was taken. back."

Fang Yi let out a sigh of relief when he hit the last full stop.

After nearly two months, the last Wu Gorge Coffin Mountain officially ended.

This "Ghost Blowing Lamp", which helped me earn my first pot of gold, was finally finished.

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