struggle in a small town

Chapter 170 You Are So Well-Informed
Habits are scary things.

When Zhang Yuqiao woke up, she found that she had slipped into Zhao Yang's arms again. There was a large space behind her, but the two of them were huddled next to the bed.

Just as she was about to get out lightly, Zhao Yang hugged her: "I'll go and apologize to my parents, and I will beat and scold, and I will never fight back."

"Are my parents that violent?"

"You are finally willing to talk to me."

Zhao Yang excitedly kissed her on the forehead.

Zhang Yuqiao pushed him angrily: "Just rely on me liking you, sooner or later."

What will happen sooner or later?She didn't say anything.

She was afraid that if she said it, it would become true.

Both of them have to go to work, so they don't have that much time.

While waiting for the bus, Zhao Yang brought up the matter of buying a car and asked Zhang Yuqiao if there was any model he liked.

Zhang Yuqiao doesn't like cars and doesn't know much about cars. Although she has already taken the driver's license test under the supervision of her father and sister, she has never touched a car since she got her driver's license.

And she feels that taking a bus or renting a car is much more worry-free than driving by herself.

So she replied: "Whatever, just look at it and buy it, anyway, you drive it."

The bus came into the station slowly, Zhang Yuqiao took out the bus card and swiped it twice, Zhao Yang was able to follow in.

During work and school hours, the bus is so crowded that even standing is difficult, let alone seats.

Zhao Yang could only trap Zhang Yuqiao between himself and the railing.

The bus inevitably bumped, and the two were squeezed tightly together by the passengers.

Zhao Yang looked down at Zhang Yuqiao's big eyes, and suddenly said, "My wife, you are so beautiful."

A passenger nearby looked over, and Zhang Yuqiao couldn't help blushing: "It's so early in the morning, what are you doing?"

"Marrying you is like a dream."

There was a good-natured laughter from the side, Zhang Yuqiao buried her face in front of his chest in embarrassment, and the remaining resentment in her heart was gone.

Zhang Xuejiao was going to faint.

It took three days to deal with things in the store.

She unloaded all the clothes, sofa, counter, and even the hangers fixed on the wall and took them away.

All that was left was an empty room with wallpaper.

Oh, and there are quite a few holes in the wallpaper.

Lin Zhiyuan wanted to help her, but he had a lot of things to deal with himself, so he was really powerless.

All the things were moved to the expansion center, and Zhang Xuejiao reinstalled the hangers in the locker room.

When Lin Tiantian saw her drilling holes with an electric drill, her eyeballs almost fell out of surprise.

"Sister Jiao, can you even do this?"

"What?"

Lin Tiantian raised her head: "Isn't this a man's job?"

"Just keep your hands steady."

Just as she was talking, Hailan walked in and was also taken aback by her: "You call a worker over, why do you do it yourself?"

After drilling a hole, Zhang Xuejiao looked back at her: "What a big deal, is it worth making a fuss about?"

Hai Lan and Lin Tiantian looked at each other, feeling that their views had been refreshed.

After drilling the holes, Zhang Xuejiao asked Lin Tiantian to pass her the hanger and screws, and began to screw them one by one.

Hailan looked at the hangers with familiar eyes: "Did you take down the ones in the store?"

"Ah."

"It's really too much to pluck."

Zhang Xuejiao scolded her angrily: "I bought it with money, can't I take it away?"

"Can, can, can."

It was only at this time that Hailan realized the stingy Xiaoxue that Lin Zhiyuan was talking about.

She thought Lin Zhiyuan was joking before, but it turned out that Xiaoxue was really stingy.

The two have known each other for almost a year, and they just found out.

After Zhang Xuejiao finished her work, Hailan pulled her to sit down: "I'll tell you something."

"What's the matter?"

Hailan looked around and was sure there were only three of them, so she whispered, "Wang Mengyun bid farewell to Si Dawei."

"You are very well informed."

"My mother lives not far from Wang Mengyun's mother, so she knows everything."

Zhang Xuejiao lowered her eyelids halfway, she didn't think this had anything to do with her.

Seeing that she didn't care at all, Hai Lan reached out and squeezed her: "Aren't you afraid that Wang Mengyun will look for Lin Zhiyuan back?"

Zhang Xuejiao looked at her helplessly: "Tell me, am I prettier or Wang Mengyun is prettier?"

"Isn't this nonsense, you are young and beautiful and can still make money."

"Isn't that enough?" Zhang Xuejiao stood up, "I went to hang up the clothes, there are a lot of them."

Hailan hesitated to speak.

She felt that Xiaoxue's heart was too big. A woman like Wang Mengyun had all sorts of means. If Lin Zhiyuan got tricked, the consequences would be disastrous.

On the other side, Lin Zhiyuan was discussing the work plan with the decoration workers.

In order to enrich the experience of tourists, a comprehensive arena has been set up this time. Currently, there are three basketball courts, ten table tennis tables, and a cage football field.

Lin Zhiyuan had a lot of ideas, but it was quite troublesome to come up with them one by one.

The phone rang, and he took it out and saw a string of numbers, thinking it was for delivery of decoration materials, he picked it up and said, "Hello."

"it's me."

Lin Zhiyuan thought the voice was very familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was.

Too many people have contacted him recently.

"Hello, who are you?"

A sobbing voice came from over there: "It's me, Mengyun."

Lin Zhiyuan hung up immediately.

He didn't have time to talk to Wang Mengyun, not to mention there was no friendship between the two of them.

Besides, if Xiaoxue finds out that the two of them are still in touch, they will lose their skin if they don't die.

After installing the mobile phone, Lin Zhiyuan turned his gaze back to the notebook in his hand: "Where did you just talk?"

"ceiling."

"Yes." Lin Zhiyuan looked up at the ceiling: "It used to be a factory building, the height was high enough, but there was not enough light."

The phone rang again.

He took it out irritably, and it was still a string of phone numbers.

He didn't answer it first, exited to check the call log, and confirmed that it was not the previous number, then he connected: "Hello."

"Xiao Yuan, I'm sick."

Lin Zhiyuan hung up again.

Then a third, a fourth call came.

Lin Zhiyuan is called agitated.

Shutting down is definitely not an option, and we can't delay the business.

But Wang Mengyun has been harassing like this, which also affects work.

Lin Zhiyuan quickly blocked several numbers, he was very puzzled, where did Wang Mengyun get so many calling cards?
The dog skin plaster is endless.

Finally after hanging up the sixth call, the world was quiet.

Lin Zhiyuan raised his head, and found that the worker in front of him looked at him strangely. He wanted to explain, but felt that it was unnecessary, so he could only pretend nothing happened: "What happened?"

"ceiling."

This time, I finally finished talking about the ceiling smoothly.

Maybe it was a guilty conscience, after Lin Zhiyuan explained the matter, he walked unconsciously to the locker room.

When I went in, Zhang Xuejiao and Lin Tiantian were hanging clothes.

"What about the rest?"

"Ask Zuo Ting to train them." Zhang Xuejiao handed him the clothes drying pole in her hand: "It's too high, and my arms are sore."

"I'll come, I'll come."

Hanging clothes is boring, repetitive, and tedious work.

That is to say, Zhang Xuejiao kept talking, talking about this for a while, and talking about that for a while, and the time passed quickly.

After everything was hung up, she walked around the dressing room with satisfaction: "Perfect! I'm such a genius."

Lin Zhiyuan's cell phone rang.

He didn't pick it up, and it didn't matter if he didn't pick it up.

Zhang Xuejiao was still puzzled: "Why didn't you answer the phone?"

Lin Zhiyuan had no choice but to bite the bullet and connect. Fortunately, this time he came to deliver decoration materials.

(End of this chapter)