Zhutian Film and Television: Happiness starts from childhood

Chapter 94 The exhausted Zhao Hao
The entrance to the underground parking lot of Shuxiangyayuan.

Song Qian changed out of the skirt she was wearing before and put on blue wide-leg jeans, paired with sneakers and a gray hoodie. She hurried over with a bag in her hand, only to find that her two companions were already standing here waiting. she.

"Wenjie, just change your shoes. No wonder you were able to wait here before me." Song Qian stepped forward and looked at her good sister and said.

"I'm wearing clothes that are more suitable for traveling. Just change into high heels." Tong Wenjie looked at her and responded with a bright smile.

Not to mention Zhao Hao who was standing aside. A grown man didn't need to change into high heels. He didn't like wearing leather shoes. He just said he was going out to play and left.

"Then let's go and drive my car. The trunk space is big enough." Song Qian said proactively.

Zhao Hao stood up and spoke at this time:
"I'll drive there too, let the new car be run-in, and I can also put some more grapes in it."

The two women had no objection and nodded in agreement.

After walking to the underground parking lot, Tong Wenjie walked up to Song Qian with a smile on her face, said something to her, and patted her behind Yuanyuan in front of Zhao Hao.

"Xiao Zhao, I'm taking your car. I just have something to tell you on the way." Tong Wenjie said, turning around and walking towards his parking space with Zhao Hao.

Seeing her good sister like this, Song Qian felt a little shy and helpless, and said to her back:

"Wenjie, please don't talk nonsense."

"I got it, don't worry." Tong Wenjie smiled at her and waved her hand.

Seeing Tong Wenjie get into Zhao Hao's car, Song Qian could only stamp her feet angrily. She couldn't think of any other way.

Three people and two cars set out on the road together towards the grape picking garden outside the city.

As soon as she got on the viaduct, Song Qian couldn't wait to call her best friend. After getting through, she quickly said:

"Wenjie, please don't talk nonsense. If Xiao Zhao misunderstands us, we won't be able to get along with each other in the future."

"Hmm~ Okay, I understand." Tong Wenjie agreed happily.

"Did you really not say it?" Song Qian didn't believe it and asked again to confirm.

"Uh-huh, Xiao Zhao didn't give me a chance to say anything." Tong Wenjie raised her head as she spoke, and glanced charmingly at Zhao Hao, who was concentrating on driving. After reading, she lowered her head again.

Song Qian thought that Zhao Hao had noticed Tong Wenjie's plan and did not give her a chance to speak, and the stone hanging in her heart fell to the ground.

"Then remember, don't talk nonsense, otherwise we won't be able to be friends with Xiao Zhao." Song Qian warned her earnestly.

Tong Wenjie choked with a cough, cough, cough. She quickly wiped the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief, and then said into the phone:

"Don't worry, I promise not to talk nonsense. Just trust me, okay?"

As she spoke, she looked at the man driving the car, with some resentment in her eyes.However, her little reluctance and embarrassment were quickly soothed by Zhao Hao like a kitten, and she continued to do her own thing.

"I have to believe it even if I don't believe it. I'm not supervising you in the car. How can I know what you said and didn't say?" Song Qian said helplessly.

"Uh-huh!" Tong Wenjie replied playfully and vaguely.

"Remember not to talk nonsense, or you will see how I deal with you."

"Hmph!" Tong Wenjie acted calmly and even provocatively when faced with the threat.

"I have to concentrate on driving. Remember what I told you. Don't talk nonsense. Just treat it like I'm begging you." Song Qian's attitude changed to gentle and sincere. "Yeah~" Tong Wenjie couldn't help but nodded in agreement, but it was a pity that Song Qian on the other end of the phone couldn't see how sincere she was at this moment.

The call was successfully hung up, and Tong Wenjie could finally do things wholeheartedly. Seeing that she could do this, Zhao Hao also had a happy smile on his face.

Around 04:30 in the afternoon, Zhao Hao's car slowly stopped at the gate of the grape picking garden, and he got out of the car to meet Song Qian, who had arrived first.

"You two are a bit slow." Song Qian stood at the door of the picking garden and said a little depressed.

"Our Xiao Zhao drives a new car, so we can't bear to drive too fast." Tong Wenjie looked at the man standing next to her with emotion as she spoke.

Zhao Hao smiled awkwardly, deliberately changed the topic, and said to Song Qian: "Sister Song, let's go in."

Song Qian didn't think much, nodded and walked into the picking garden first.

The three of them walked into the grape picking garden, held picking boxes together, and began to pick fresh and beautiful grapes.

Two well-dressed women are responsible for picking, and Zhao Hao, who is strong, is responsible for holding the picking frame, filling it, and then transporting it out.

The three of them were talking, making fun, and picking. It wasn't until about six o'clock in the evening that the three of them felt about the same and were ready to load the grapes into the car and leave.

Zhao Hao paid the bill, bought five more plastic baskets, spread a thin layer of mat on the bottom, and then put all the grapes into the baskets.

Each basket weighs forty kilograms, totaling two hundred kilograms. The number looks scary, but in fact, one cent for each family plus those who give it away and make wine is not much.

As a heavy manual laborer, Zhao Hao was reluctant to let the two women get in his way, so he carried the food himself and put five baskets full of grapes into the trunk of the car.

Song Qian's trunk held three baskets, and his trunk held the remaining two baskets.

"Today is really tiring!" Zhao Hao took off his jacket, opened the car door and wanted to get some tissues to wipe his sweat, but found that the tissues in his car had just been used up by Tong Wenjie.

Embarrassed, he rushed out of the car and said to Song Qian: "Sister Song, do you have any paper in the car? I want to wipe my sweat."

"Oh, come and get it." Song Qian responded, taking out the disinfectant wipes from her car and handing them to Zhao Hao, who was sweating profusely.

The three of them took a short rest, and Song Qian suggested:
"Let's have something to eat at the farmhouse here, and then go back to the city. What do you think?"

"No problem, I don't want to go home and cook at all now. Two hundred kilograms of grapes have exhausted me to death, and my waist is almost broken." Tong Wenjie complained, covering her waist.

Song Qian covered her mouth and chuckled. In order to prevent her from continuing to talk nonsense, she quickly invited her to sit in her car and rest. Then she turned around and asked Zhao Hao to drive behind her.

Zhao Hao, who knew what she was planning, showed a meaningful smile, but he didn't say it out loud. He just got into the car silently, followed her, and looked for a place to eat together.

After having dinner at a farmhouse hotel on the outskirts of the city, Zhao Hao and the others headed back into the city, and finally returned to Shuxiang Yayuan before eight o'clock in the evening.

In order not to tire himself out, Zhao Hao borrowed a small cart from the doorman and transported the three baskets of grapes in Song Qian's car to her home.

Before he had time to rest, he left Song Qian's house with the trolley, returned to the underground parking space, unloaded a basket of grapes from his car, and helped Tong Wenjie transport them to her house.

"Thank you for your hard work, Xiao Zhao!" When Fang Yuan saw Zhao Hao who was sweating profusely, he quickly helped him move the grapes down and asked Fang Yifan to pour him a glass of water to quench his thirst.

Taking the warm water handed over by Fang Yifan, Zhao Hao raised his head and drank it all in one gulp. Without stopping, he said goodbye to Fangyuan and Tong Wenjie, pulled the trolley and left.

In the elevator, Zhao Hao wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeves and complained with self-pity:
"It's only comfortable on the way out of the city. The rest of the time it's just torture."

(End of this chapter)