Chapter 173
"Cough, I'm sorry, this is my nephew with a lively personality. This time I asked him to drive to your brigade to pick up goods, and help me to see your paper-making workshop." Manager Li saw his nephew staring at other lesbians Non-stop, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he quickly dragged the person over to introduce him.

My nephew is good at everything, but this hobby of liking beautiful girls is not good.

He is already 24 and five years old, and his eldest sister has introduced him to many partners, but everyone thinks that the woman is ugly, and they do not agree to get along with each other.

The first time he saw Xiao Song's sister yesterday, he thought of his nephew, thinking that if he saw this girl, he wouldn't still call her parents ugly.

Later, after negotiating the contract and getting in touch, he found that the girl was very nice. As for Xiao Song's family, he also knew that the three martyrs in the family were of good status. I want to introduce something.

Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to afford to hire this ancestor for the solicitation.

He said before that a beautiful girl was introduced to him, and he was reluctant to do so. After being nagged by his elder sister all night, he agreed to go to the Red Star Brigade to see it today.

It's just that he didn't expect that this person didn't go back yesterday, and today the two happened to bump into each other.

"Oh, hello Comrade Jiang."

Wen Xiange looked at Jiang Future and nodded, then shook his head and said, "But my surname is not Song, but Wen."

"Huh..." Jiang Future hadn't spoken yet. Manager Li looked at Song Heping in surprise and then at Wen Xiange. He thought the two were brothers and sisters. Could it be that he was mistaken.

"Oh, Xiange is my grandma's granddaughter. She is an educated youth in our brigade." Song Heping explained after glancing at Jiang Future.

"But my grandma and I both like Xiange, she is my own sister."

"Oh, that's it." Manager Li nodded.

"Wen Xiange knows elegance, is this Wen Xiange?" Jiang Future didn't care what kind of sister or real sister, he looked at Wen Xiange and asked with bright eyes.

"Hey, yes."

"It's getting late, bro, I'm going to the station with Brother Xiao." Wen Xiange looked at the enthusiastic Jiang Future and nodded, then hurriedly said to Song Heping.

"Hey, what are you going to do at the station? Take my car and go back together. My car can fit you." Wen Yanjiang hurriedly said in the future.

"Yes, our truck is a small truck. Female comrades sit in the front compartment, and male comrades sit in the rear compartment, just to support the sewing machine and bicycle, so as not to be damaged by uneven roads." Manager Li also made a sound when he heard the words road.

Looking at the enthusiastic Jiang Future, Xiao Chenggong squinted his eyes, but he didn't refute aloud when he heard this. Xiange got motion sickness in a minibus, maybe it would be better to take a truck.

Compared with others, Xian Ge's body is more important.

Song Heping also thought of his sister's motion sickness, and nodded without refuting.

As for Wen Xiange, she would of course prefer to take a minivan. The minibus is now a big hole in her memory. If she can not take it, she will not want to take it in the future.

Since no one objected, they all went to the warehouse to move things to the car.

The minivan is still relatively new, and it looks clean inside. Although it smells a little bit, it is much better than a minibus.

"Xiange, wait, I'll find you a clean cloth to cushion it." Seeing Wen Xiange getting into the car, Jiang Future, who was also about to go to the driver's seat, remembered that the seat cushion on the car was really dirty.

"It's okay, I'll just go back and change." Wen Xiange waved his hand, then sat down and said.

This seat is already cleaner than a minibus. Anyway, I have to change clothes when I go back, so why put some cloth on it hypocritically.

(End of this chapter)

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