struggle in a small town

Chapter 86 I'm Not Reconciled
Zuo Ting has lived in Zhang Xuejiao's house for half a month.

She is young, the operation was done in time, and her body recovered quickly. She said she would go back to work in the store a week ago.

Zhang Xuejiao insisted on holding her down, insisting that she stay for a full month and go to the hospital for reexamination before letting her go.

Zuo Ting had always thought that being a boss was very laid-back.

For example, Zhang Xuejiao, although she often went to the store to sell goods in the past, she didn't want to go without a phone call.

Half a month of getting along has completely changed her mind.

The second bedroom is very close to the kitchen and the anti-theft door, so whenever Zhang Xuejiao makes any noise, Zuo Ting can hear it.

Every morning when she just woke up, Zhang Xuejiao had already made breakfast, took two or three bites, and hurried out.

Entered the door on time at eleven o'clock, finished lunch, told her to take a good rest, and went out again.

Sometimes I come back at six o'clock at night, and sometimes I come back at seven o'clock. I must have vegetables in my hand, and I start to be busy when I enter the door.

After dinner and tidying up the kitchen, Zhang Xuejiao sat in front of the computer again, busy until late at night.

Lin Zhiyuan usually doesn't come back at noon, and after dinner he is still busy with his computer.

Zuo Ting wanted to go out to have a look, but felt embarrassed, and made up an excuse to go to the bathroom, but she walked around outside, and no one said a word except Zhang Xuejiao asking her if she was thirsty or hungry.

She always felt that the way Sister Jiao and Brother Lin got along was a little too deserted. They were obviously an unmarried couple, but they didn't speak for several hours, and they didn't show any intimacy.

She also kindly reminded: "Sister Jiao, shouldn't you spend more time with Brother Lin?"

Zhang Xuejiao looked confused: "I accompany him every night."

"You don't even say a word."

"Hey." Zhang Xuejiao couldn't laugh or cry: "We all have things to do, and we will definitely talk when we are done."

"I'm worried. I'm afraid Brother Lin thinks you don't care about her, so look outside."

Zhang Xuejiao understood her kindness: "Well, you are right, I will try my best to change it."

After all, Zhang Xuejiao still went her own way and didn't think there was any problem between her and Lin Zhiyuan.

During this period, on two mornings Zhang Xuejiao asked Hailan to take photos of the fitting at home, and also called Lin Tiantian over.

After all, Hailan is a professional. The camera is much more expensive than Lin Zhiyuan's, and she is very sensitive to light. The photos she takes are rarely flawed, and most of them can be used directly.

Zuo Ting peeped through the crack of the door.

However, in just 10 to [-] minutes, Zhang Xuejiao and Lin Tiantian changed more than a dozen sets of clothes, followed Hailan's instructions to change positions, and took pictures of each piece of clothing clearly.

With such a high intensity, I was busy for three hours.

Zuo Ting lay down quietly.

She regrets it.

If she had agreed to go to the office back then, would it be she who was trying on the clothes and taking pictures now?

She was the one who came first, why did it happen like this?
It's another photoshoot day.

Lin Zhiyuan knew that Zhang Xuejiao couldn't take care of him, so he rushed back to cook at noon.

When the meal was sent to the second bedroom, Zuo Ting couldn't bear it any longer: "Brother Lin, I'm almost recovered, I can eat with everyone."

Lin Zhiyuan hesitated for a moment, then lowered his voice: "Xiaoxue is worried that others will think about you, saying that you have undergone appendicitis surgery."

"Thank you."

Lin Zhiyuan turned around with the plate in his hand: "Then come out and eat."

Zuo Ting plucked up the courage to come to the living room, and greeted with a smile: "Hello."

Lin Tiantian jumped over and tugged at her: "Sister Jiao said your wound hasn't healed yet, why did you get off the ground?"

"It's much better." Zuo Ting looked at Hailan: "Hello."

"Hello, hello, sit down."

Zhang Xuejiao came out with two bowls of rice: "It's pretty neat now, hurry up and eat."

After lunch, Hailan and Lin Tiantian left.

Lin Zhiyuan helped wash the dishes and left in a hurry.

Zhang Xuejiao was still worried, she stared at Zuo Ting and looked again and again: "How nice are you? I heard that you will be raised for a month."

"I'm young and recover quickly."

Zhang Xuejiao frowned: "It doesn't matter what you say, so I will take you to the hospital for a review tomorrow morning."

"No need."

"Listen to me." Zhang Xuejiao looked at the time: "I have something to do in the afternoon, and I will be back around four o'clock. Let's talk about your situation."

Zuo Ting lowered her head and whispered "Mmm".

She was afraid that Zhang Xuejiao would no longer need her.

Zhang Xuejiao kept her word, walked in at a quarter past four, and saw Zuo Ting sitting on the sofa in a daze.

"Why did you get up?"

"Miss Jiao."

Zhang Xuejiao changed her shoes, washed her hands, and sat next to her, ready to have a good chat with her.

I was concerned about her body and emotions before, so I didn't dare to say more.

Now that she has recovered, she still has to say what should be said.

"Tingting, you don't have to go to the store anymore, I plan to."

Zuo Ting started to cry without any warning: "I know it's wrong for me to be absent from work and take advantage of Li Ping's performance. I admit my mistake and accept the punishment. Don't fire me."

Zhang Xuejiao hurriedly pulled out a piece of paper to help her wipe it: "When did I say I'm going to fire you? I'm planning to put you in the office and watch you in person, so as to save you from doing stupid things again."

Zuo Ting forgot to cry, tears were hanging on her cheeks, it was quite amusing.

Zhang Xuejiao resentfully stuffed the paper into her hand: "I worked so hard to bring you home just to raise you up and get fired? I'm afraid I'm out of my mind."

Zuo Ting lowered her head and said nothing.

"Don't think so much, let him pass the past."

"Sister Jiao, I'm not reconciled, why am I the only one who suffers?"

Zhang Xuejiao was most afraid of her thinking so.

Reasoning with scumbags, talking about feelings, isn't that looking for anger?
If a scum is willing to reason, is it still a scum?
"Tingting, listen to my advice, stop losses in time, bid farewell to the past, and live a good life in the future, this is the path you should take."

Zuo Ting raised her head in confusion: "What is stop loss?"

"That's right, that's right." Zhang Xuejiao picked up the paper cup on the table and crumpled it vigorously, "For example, this cup, if it were made of glass, I would have been injured by now."

Zhang Xuejiao threw the paper cup into the trash can: "Stop loss is to throw away all the things that can hurt me, and cut off contact with it, so that it will never hurt me again in the future."

Zuo Ting understood, but she was too young, and couldn't swallow: "I want to tell his wife."

Zhang Xuejiao was melancholy and didn't know how to persuade her.

Thinking about it differently, if she were Zuo Ting, she would definitely be in pain if she was treated like this by a man.

But if you make a mistake, you are wrong, so wake up in time and run away as soon as possible.

There's no need to go on and on with the scumbags.

Besides, the scumbag's wife is also a victim.

Unfortunately, she is not Zuo Ting.

Don't persuade others to be magnanimous without suffering from others.

After thinking about it, she couldn't figure out how to persuade Zuo Ting.

Zuo Ting whispered, "I know the address of his company and where his wife is."

"Tingting, I'm afraid you will be sad when you see him."

One sentence broke Zuo Ting's defenses. She lay on her lap and began to cry: "He said he would marry me, but he said he has no feelings for his wife."

Alas, Zhang Xuejiao could only sigh.

Childish little girl, do you believe such words?

She remembered that a man in his 30s had said the same thing to her when she first started working.

It's a pity that she has always been insensitive to feelings. At that time, she didn't understand the deep meaning behind this sentence, so she told the other party in a daze: "If you don't have feelings, you will get a divorce. What's the use of telling me? I'm not the Civil Affairs Bureau."

(End of this chapter)