Turn the cocoon into a butterfly

Chapter 40
Jiang Chunhui laughed loudly and said, "That's a matter between the two of us, so don't worry about it, just bring Sang Xiaoyu to me, and I may fulfill my promise."

Fei Jiani is driven crazy by money, and now she can do anything.

Seeing that he was quite serious in what he said, Fei Jiani treated him like a dead horse. She thought, if Sang Xiaoyu really came to him, if he still refused to borrow it, then she would bury them both. .

Besides, Sang Xiaoyu has changed too much now, Jiang Chunhui, a young man, would never have thought of it. If he saw Sang Xiaoyu now, it would be no wonder he didn't run away. Is it funny?

When Fei Jiani saw Jiang Chunhui again, for some reason, her heart skipped a beat.

This is a high-quality man, with a handsome image, a golden temperament, and a bit of elegance in it. Fei Jiani felt that when she was in high school, she ignored such a man and fell in love with a handsome boy. Ah, reciting poetry, what an idiot.

But that was the object of her first love, a boy as pure as a child. I heard that he is now a reporter, and he even found someone who wanted her contact information.

She listened and was unmoved. Now she no longer has literary thoughts, she has now become a businessman through and through, and only cares about profits.

When Fei Jiani drove to find Sang Xiaoyu, she thought that no matter what she said or implied, she would turn a blind eye to her, and she still couldn't forget Sang Xiaoyu, who had changed beyond recognition, which made her very angry.

She didn't know if Sang Xiaoyu could help her through the difficulties, but the seeds of hatred had already been planted. She didn't know whether it was towards Jiang Chunhui or Sang Xiaoyu, but she hated it anyway.

She wanted to coax Sang Xiaoyu well, and she knew Sang Xiaoyu's soft-hearted character, but seeing Sang Xiaoyu's upright face, she became angry as she spoke, and the words flew out of her mouth.

When Sang Xiaoyu rejected her, her heart was close to collapse.

While she was driving, Sang Xiaoyu called and said that she wanted to pay her back the money, and wanted to explain a few words, but the more she wanted to explain, the angrier Fei Jiani became, so she turned off her phone and concentrated on driving.

Where would the money be raised? She was so worried that her throat was burning.

On Sunday, Sang Xiaoyu stepped on a tricycle and took to the street.

After the Spring Festival, people step out of the shadows of high-rise buildings and rush to the sunshine to feel the illusory warmth of winter.

After the [-]th day, business became depressed again.Sang Xiaoyu knew that it was difficult to do anything during this period, so she set up a stall in the bustling city center: there were fruits, red wine, and cigarettes.

During the Chinese New Year period, she was not too tight. In addition, she is also an old guerrilla fighter, and she has a clear understanding of market management.Avoiding urban management, health and other departments has long been familiar.She thought it would be better to earn tens of yuan a day than to have no income at home, and she would be fine after this period of time.

There are more and more people on the street, but there are very few people buying things.She put the cigarettes in an inconspicuous place. Cigarettes are not bought casually, and they are only used during the Chinese New Year.

It was already ten o'clock, and no one cared about it at all. She sat on the stool and began to calculate the accounts.She said she would earn [-] yuan a year ago, but she was actually just comforting her mother. She didn't pay back the money, and she prepared it for buying a house.

When she was thinking about how to add new varieties, a luxury car had already passed by, and she came back, rolled down the window in front of her, and said, "Do you have any cigarettes? Get me a pack." Sang Xiao Yu didn't raise her head and asked, "What brand do you want?"

The people in the car didn't answer her question, so she looked up through the car window, and it didn't matter, it turned out to be Jiang Chunhui.

Sang Xiaoyu felt her heart beating wildly again. Just after talking to Fei Jiani about Jiang Chunhui, she showed up. It has been three years, but she hasn't changed at all, she is still handsome.

Jiang Chunhui didn't answer and she was also looking at her desperately. She avoided his eyes and thought to herself, it's best not to recognize him, and she can get away with it. Now let her take out [-] yuan, a little There is no possibility.

Seeing her dodgy eyes, Jiang Chunhui became even more sure that it was her.

He opened the car door and walked down and said, "I didn't expect it to be you. If I hadn't heard your voice, I wouldn't have recognized you. You...how did you become like this? Didn't you say you've recovered? Didn't you say that you are also a small boss?"

Sang Xiaoyu really wanted to sneak in through a crack in the ground. After a few years, her skin was already thicker than a city wall, but what she was most afraid of was seeing her classmates.

"How have you been these past few years?" Jiang Chunhui didn't have anything to say, so he stopped after he finished speaking, and didn't ask the next question, and he knew it was not good without asking.

Sang Xiaoyu was wearing a fat yellow military uniform, and his chest had been polished and shiny from moving things up and down.

His gray hair was cut short and looked unkempt.

Jiang Chunhui picked up the cigarettes on the cigarette stand, looked at them casually, and said, "I pack all these cigarettes, is one thousand enough?"

Sang Xiaoyu nodded quickly and said, "Enough, enough, not enough."

Jiang Chunhui threw the cigarettes through the car window, then took out 1000 yuan from the document bag and said, "How much can you earn a day doing this?"

Sang Xiaoyu took the money, returned two hundred and said, "Ten yuan, 20 yuan."

Jiang Chunhui blocked Erbai back and said: "How about this, you don't have any business now, why don't we go out and talk. Don't worry, I won't make the same request as before. I have opened several shops in this city now. A chain store, see if I can help you."

Sang Xiaoyu saw that there was no one there, and he still owed him more than 3 yuan. The time stipulated at the beginning had already expired, and he should give him an explanation because of emotion and reason, so he said: "Okay, you wait, I will Send these things back, you do your work first. I didn’t forget about the bill, but I just procrastinated..."

Jiang Chunhui smiled and said, "Don't think I'm asking for the debt. How could it be such a coincidence? I've tore up your IOU a long time ago."

Sang Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment, seeing his seriousness, she felt a little embarrassed and said: "If I knew you had no IOUs, I should have killed you and refused to admit it. How nice."

Jiang Chunhui saw that Sang Xiaoyu was still in the mood to joke, so he said, "Now we are a man and a woman who met by chance. How about no past events?"

Sang Xiaoyu smiled and said, "Just you? Just me?" Then she covered her mouth and laughed loudly.

Jiang Chunhui felt that there was a deep meaning in these words, so he said, "It's up to you, it's up to me!"

The two looked at each other and smiled, and all the past came to the fore.

Jiang Chunhui said: "I really didn't expect that you are still moving with ants, and there is not much improvement. How much did you pay back for 34?"

Sang Xiaoyu was also in a good mood. It turned out that she thought it would be embarrassing if she met someone she shouldn't. Obviously, Jiang Chunhui didn't despise her.

(End of this chapter)