Chapter 175

When she came out of this old residential building, Ren Jiaojiao had an extra USB flash drive in her hand.

And the broken pen display is completely broken.

The data has been imported into the USB flash drive, and I quickly send it to the customer when I go home, and then I have to think about it before buying a digital display.

She doesn't talk about it here, but Xiang Jing's side has gained a lot.

Just entered the door, Ren Jiaojiao is repairing the digital screen, and he teamed up with others to play a game.

After she imports the data here, he will be invited to join the team on his side.

Xiang Jing directly sponsored and became their boss.

Ren Jiaojiao got into the car with a USB flash drive in her hand. When the car started, she asked him, "Why are you suddenly interested in games?"

"It's not just me, Ren Yang is also very interested in games. If he doesn't do network security, he will probably start a game company."

Ren Jiaojiao raised her eyebrows, "You mean he will do this in the future?"

"If the funds are sufficient, I will support him to do what he is interested in."

Xiang Jing took the role of brother-in-law very deeply, and Ren Jiaojiao didn't know whether it was good or not.

Back home, she boiled a pot of wolfberry jujube water with a health pot, measured a pot for him with a water cup, and took the rest to the house by herself.

I have to pour out the data quickly and send it to the customer.

She can't stand a rollercoaster night.

She drank water in the house, drew and sent data and sent emails.

Just as they were all sent out, Xiang Jing knocked on the door, and she said, "Come in."

Xiang Jing pushed open the door and saw her wearing pure cotton pajamas, sitting cross-legged on a computer chair, holding a water glass in one hand, and clicking on the mouse with the other.

The hair is also tied up casually, making it look even smaller.

Xiang Jing subconsciously glanced at his own reflection on the window, in black pajamas, with hair combed meticulously.

He was silent for a moment.

Does he need a change of image?

"What's wrong?" Ren Jiaojiao put down the cup and looked at him, "What's the matter?"

"Why is the digital screen broken?"

Xiang Jing was dealing with business in the car today, so he didn't notice what happened in the convenience store.

But as soon as Ren Jiaojiao got into the car, she first left her bag behind, and then started tinkering with the digital screen.

The corner of the screen was also broken. When I went to repair it today, people said that it was unnecessary to repair it. You can buy a new one if you change the motherboard and the screen.

After he got home, he thought about it and thought that something must have happened to her.

"I fell."

Ren Jiaojiao didn't hide anything, and told the story of the convenience store.

The more he talked, the darker Xiang Jing's face became.

Ren Jiaojiao noticed the change in his face, and said with a smile, "It just so happens that I can rest at night, or I would be tired from running back and forth every day, but I won't be able to see that child Guo Zifan, who is quite rare. There is a desperate energy, which is quite similar to when I was in high school."

Xiang Jing walked over and sat next to her, "I've made you feel wronged."

"It's nothing to be wronged or wronged. It's not a big deal. It's just a pity that my digital screen has lost tens of thousands. I can't ask her for compensation."

Ren Jiaojiao looked carefully at the strap of the canvas bag just now, and she really doesn't blame Zhou Jingyi.

The place where the strap attaches to the bag is unraveled, and it doesn't take much effort to pull it off.

But this is Zhou Jingyi's own wild thinking, otherwise her pen display would not be broken.

"Buy a new one tomorrow." Xiang Jing said.

There are certain things that Zhou Jingyi will regret sooner or later.

Director Ren Jiaojiao finished sending the email and turned off the computer, "I'll talk about tomorrow's matter tomorrow. The school is on holiday, so I don't have to go to the milk tea shop every morning to squat. I can sleep late."

Xiang Jing rubbed her hair with a smile, but she avoided her, "The hairstyle is messed up."

He stood up and kissed her on the hair, "Go to bed early."

The next morning, Ren Jiaojiao woke up naturally.

If you get used to this time, you have to wait for a while to get over it.

After waking up, she didn't stay in bed. After washing up, she went to the kitchen to cook porridge.

While cooking the porridge, she took out the steamed buns and steamed a few.

I also fried shredded radish vermicelli and made scrambled eggs with soy sauce.

When Xiangjing came out after washing, the food was on the table.

She took off her apron, came over and sat down with the tableware, "Don't buy Ren Yang's house for him, let him buy it for himself now that he can support himself, don't develop the habit of relying on you for everything, when the time comes,"

Ren Jiaojiao originally wanted to say that he should feel bad after divorce.

But when the words came to his lips, he held them back.

The two of them are getting along pretty well now, if they don't look at his house, it's quite comfortable to live like this.

"What time will it be?"

Xiang Jing glanced at her, reached across the table, grabbed her hand and squeezed it, "You will be punished for talking nonsense."

Ren Jiaojiao coughed, "Eat, eat."

After breakfast, the phone rang when she and Xiang Jing were clearing the table.

As soon as she got connected, Aunt Zhao said, "Jiaojiao, Chunyan doesn't write IOUs, and then I told Guangjun that Chunyan and him can get the certificate first, and Guangjun also treated her wholeheartedly, but Chunyan Yan disagrees desperately, do you think this child Chunyan has ulterior motives?"

Ren Jiaojiao said, "Your cousin has paid a lot for her. The house is sold. If you don't get married, you will lose money."

"That's what I said, Jiaojiao, help your aunt to find a way, Guangjun, a silly child, won't even go to work for the past two days when she hears that she's not married anymore."

"That won't work. What if I don't go to work when the house is gone, and what if I lose my job? At that time, Zhu Chunyan must think that he is not good enough for her? Isn't Zhu Chunyan bailed out by him? Why is she so ungrateful? She still lives here School?"

"Yes, it would be really ungrateful if she didn't agree. Chunyan is still living in school. This child told us well at the beginning, but now she doesn't mention marriage except for this matter. Jiaojiao, why do I talk to Guangjun? Okay?"

Ren Jiaojiao said, "Auntie, this matter is about their two young lovers. I really can't help you, but Zhu Chunyan spent so much money on you, and your cousin's house was sold because of her, so she will finally If you really don't get along with your cousin, then it's really her fault, her parents, her brothers and sisters can't agree."

"Yes, Jiaojiao, you are right, Jiaojiao, do you know the phone number or the address of her hometown? I will ask Guangjun to go directly to propose marriage!"

Ren Jiaojiao smiled, "She came for me when she was talking with Ren Yang, I'll look for it."

As she said that, she gave her the village office number of Zhu Chunyan in the communication, "Auntie, remember, I only have the village office phone number she gave at the beginning, and there is no one from her family. If you want to find someone, tell their village chief. They Will give you a call from her family."

"Okay, tell me to remember."

Ren Jiaojiao said, "Your cousin has done her best to her. It's hard to say that she went in, but your cousin still sold the house to bail her out. Zhu Chunyan definitely doesn't want her family and villagers to know about these things. , Auntie, don’t tell their village chief about this directly, then Zhu Chunyan won’t be able to hold her head up in her hometown.”

Aunt Zhao rolled her eyes, "Okay, I got it Jiaojiao, let's get in touch again when we have time."

(End of this chapter)

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