Back to 1980: Please Love Me Again

Chapter 296 It's a pity not to pedal three rounds
Shanqian Village, Jingyun Garment Factory.

Although Zhao Wenmu's words are righteous and high-sounding, it seems that he is really not self-serving and only interested in others.But in fact, his real purpose is to announce the time advertisement.

After all, if there is no time teller, how can there be a time teller advertisement?
It is not a trivial matter to add a time reporting link in front of the evening news. It is impossible for the TV station leader to make a decision on the spot.

The serious discussion session is over, and the next step is to drink wine to deepen the relationship. Naturally, Zhao Wenmu enthusiastically invites the other party to the old Zhao's crayfish restaurant for dinner.

"I've been listening to Lao Huang say that the old Zhao's Crayfish Restaurant is good. Since Boss Zhao invited me, I'd rather be respectful than obedient!"

Director Huang He has been in Pingyang County for more than ten days. He originally wanted to shoot a promotional film about the crayfish industry. Naturally, he has been to the old Zhao's crayfish restaurant more than once to collect materials.

Well, it's just for the promotional film.

Camera props (crayfish) naturally cannot be wasted, right?
Satisfied with food and drink, they sent the TV station group back to the guest house. Zheng Meiyun and the others returned directly to Shanqian Village without stopping.There is still a tough battle ahead, and everyone must race against time.

Zhao Wenmu returned home leisurely.

In the briefcase in his arms was a thick pile of materials, which were reports about the battery factory compiled by Zheng Meiyun.

The little girl felt that the materials were complete, and Zhao Wenmu was already a mature boss, so she could read them by herself, and she didn't need to make a special trip to report.

The mature boss Zhao Wenmu finally realized the reason why Zhao Jing treated him so well some time ago.

So I took the material home and watched it with Zhao Jing.

During this time, Zhao Jing and Rong Xinyi often spent time in school, preparing for their graduation thesis. After all, they will graduate in the next year.

Putting the materials on the desk, Zhao Wenmu sat slumped on the sofa, waiting for Zhao Jing to come home.

Not long after, sleepiness hit, Zhao Wenmu only felt that his eyelids were getting heavier, and he didn't know anything after that.

When he woke up, it was already dark, and the voices of Zhao Zimeng's little radish heads came from the yard.

Zhao Wenmu got up and shook his head, loaded a large barrel of coal at the coal pile outside the courtyard wall, and prepared to go back to cook.

At this moment, the cries of shopkeepers came from not far away.

"Grilled sweet potatoes, roasted sweet potatoes, delicious and sweet roasted sweet potatoes~"

The salesman's penetrating voice echoed around, and a few little radish heads rushed out.

"Eat roasted sweet potatoes~"

A group of people went straight to the sweet potato stove.

In this winter, holding a hot, fragrant and sweet baked sweet potato is indeed an attractive choice.

"You were admitted to Tsinghua University, he was admitted to Peking University, and I was admitted to roasted sweet potatoes. We all have a bright future. Roasted sweet potatoes, roasted sweet potatoes, delicious and sweet roasted sweet potatoes~"

When Zhao Wenmu was paying for sweet potatoes, a few children ran around, happily shouting their improved selling words.

Zhao Wenmu: You are so good, does your mother know?

"Zhao Zimeng!"

Just as he was thinking so, a low shout came.

Following the voice, it was Liu Xiumei, Rong Xinyi and Zhao Jing who came together.

Uh, is this mouth open?
"Sweet potatoes are also roasted! I think your skin is itchy!"

Liu Xiumei reprimanded angrily.

Zhao Zimeng stuck out his tongue and ran home with his little girl.

Zhao Wenmu stuffed a warm sweet potato into Zhao Jing's hand, and Rong Xinyi immediately came over.

"Third brother, where's mine?"

Zhao Wenmu raised his chin not far away.

"Well, there it is."

Rong Xinyi stomped her feet angrily, and walked towards the salesman.

"Bullying Xiaoxin again!"

Zhao Jing reached out and poked his arm.

Hmph, who made her always occupy you!

Zhao Wenmu thought angrily in his heart.

In order to write the thesis, the two daughters resumed the diligent state they had when preparing for the night school a few years ago, reading books together every day, even at night.

"Little brother, don't cook, let's eat together later."

Liu Xiumei gave some instructions, and led Xiao Ziting back home.

There is a great advantage of several families living in the same community, that is, they can often eat and drink with each other.

The families of Zhao Wenmu, Zhao Wenjun, Zhao Wenyan, Liu Xiumei, and a bunch of children, it was a very lively event for so many people to gather for dinner.

In a good mood, you can eat an extra bowl of rice!
Finally, it was time for the two of them to be alone together. As usual, Zhao Jing curled up on the sofa with the battery factory report or business plan in hand.

According to Zheng Meiyun's plan, the battery factory will be completed and put into operation in April next year, with an initial annual production capacity of 1 car batteries and 5 portable lights.

In general, this plan is down-to-earth and very operable.

"Amu."

Zhao Jing suddenly shouted softly.

When a daughter-in-law rarely hesitates to speak like this, Zhao Wenmu immediately walked over, squatted down in front of the sofa, looked into Zhao Jing's eyes and asked warmly:

"what happened?"

"Is there a pattern on the surface of this lantern, can I design it?"

The sketch of the portable lamp was drawn by Zhao Wenmu. Zheng Meiyun consulted a professional. The size given by Zhao Wenmu is feasible. Firstly, there is no difficulty in the production of this small lead-acid battery, and secondly, its performance is sufficient to support the daily use of the portable lamp.

"This, of course!"

Zhao Wenmu simply sat down on the other end of the sofa, and grabbed Zhao Jing's curled up feet.

Zhao Jing's feet are very small, Zhao Wenmu can easily play with one hand, and her pink and tender little toes look very cute.

Guangjie's ankle was even thinner than Zhao Wenmu's wrist. He held it with one hand and gently lifted it to his face.

Zhao Wenmu gently kissed her delicate and smooth instep.

"Yeah, what are you doing?"

Zhao Jing was taken aback by his sudden move, and subconsciously kicked him out.

Zhao Wenmu, who was kicked on the chin by his daughter-in-law and fell headlong, simply lay on the ground and did not move.

Tired, destroy it.

Zhao Jing hurriedly got up to pull him, but Zhao Wenmu grabbed him and pulled him into her arms.

Zhao Jing's whole body was pressed on Zhao Wenmu's body, and the latter groaned unconsciously, only feeling that his whole waist was about to break.

"Daughter-in-law, do you know?"

Hugging Zhao Jing and holding her tightly in his arms, Zhao Wenmu said in a low voice.

"What? Know what?"

"You have such beautiful legs, it's really a pity not to pedal three rounds!"

After saying this, Zhao Wenmu put down his disguise and stroked his chin while sucking in air-conditioning.

It hurts so much!
Only then did Zhao Jing remember why she kicked him, and a blush crept up behind her ears in an instant, she faltered and complained:

"Who told you to do that kind of thing!"

It's not too dirty, it's too embarrassing.

What a strange fetish.

"You bitch dare to hit me!"

Looking at the constantly changing expression in Zhao Jing's eyes, Zhao Wenmu knew that this girl must be thinking about something messy again, so he interrupted immediately.

Sticking it to Zhao Jing's ear, Zhao Wenmu said with a smirk:

"You must be done tonight! Otherwise, you will climb on top of me."

　Thank you for being unable to keep her, the monthly ticket with sad eyes~
　　Thank you all for your votes~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)