Late Marriage: Warm Wife, Let's Get Married

Take the last bowl back to the kitchen and give it to the aunt who washes the dishes. The work of Anjing bank is finally completed.

Although she was injured in her ankle, it didn't have any impact on her work. That's why the owner of this store has always appreciated her and has hired her since she was in high school.

"Jingxing, you've been busy all afternoon. There's no one here. Why don't you go first." The proprietress had already seen the wound on an Jingxing's face and guessed that it was the masterpiece of an Jingxing's arrogant sister.

Although she also wanted to let her rest for a day, her shop was small, and she was really too busy to catch up with the peak period. She had to ask Anjing to help for a while. After the peak period, the passenger flow gradually decreased, and she could cope with it alone.

"Aunt sun, this is the Tanabata Festival plan that I said last time can increase the passenger flow in the store. I have written it. Take it back and have a look with Uncle sun." Although an Jingxing was an illegitimate child, he was also a child who settled down. Due to the power of settling down, an Jingxing didn't suffer less when working in that year.

In that case, he still hired his own uncle and aunt sun to make Anjing grateful from his heart.

Although the salary is not much, she always does her best. She can do more and will never do less.

"Jingxing... You, this..." aunt sun knew from the beginning that anjingxing was a child who knew how to repay his kindness, and never thought of getting anything from the poor child, but anjingxing would come up with a plan to double their store performance every year to make more money for them, but she was never willing to take any money other than salary.

"Aunt sun, this is just my homework. It doesn't take much thought. You and uncle sun don't have to take it to heart."

"But..."

"Aunt sun, I'll go first today. Aunt sun, you're busy first." After working in aunt sun's small restaurant for so many years, Anjing bank naturally knows that Aunt sun has a worthless son. Over the years, they owe a lot of money outside, so that uncle sun and aunt sun can't enjoy a good fortune at this age. 80% of the monthly turnover is taken out of the employees' wages to pay off their debts to their son.

Knowing this situation, Anjing bank can't sit back and ignore it. Although she doesn't have much money, she will do what she can.

After leaving the snack bar, the weather was already a little dizzy. Lei Aotian, who should have appeared on the opposite street, lost his appointment for the first time.

An Jingxing thought of the importance of the meeting Lei Aotian mentioned to himself a few days ago, and the idea of sending a text message in the past was dispelled.

She stood where Lei Aotian liked to stand. She took out a book from her backpack and looked at it quietly. However, at this time, in the sheep intestines alley behind her, a fuzzy figure rushed behind her from the corner.

The strong smell of ether... Is an Jingxing's last memory before falling into darkness.

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The brightly lit Anjia mansion is located in the middle of the most prosperous villa area in Bicheng. At this time, there are three or two black cars side by side. Except that the front and back two are BMW X6, the middle one is actually a black extended Cadillac. The black car dragon occupies the Avenue outside the gate of Anjia mansion. A man in a black suit is standing outside the door and respectfully ringing the doorbell.

Somehow, there was no one in the villa to open the door.

"Mr. Tang, why don't we go back today? You've just returned from a plane in Switzerland for more than ten hours. It's better to have a rest." In the middle of the Cadillac limousine, a gorgeous woman in Chanel business suit looked at the man leaning against the seat and taking a nap. Her cheeks were crimson and her voice was soft.

Good looking big eyes make dark eyes at the men around them from time to time. A pair of slender jade hands boldly stroked up along the curve of the man's tailor-made Italian handmade suit. The beautiful fingers felt the concave convex muscle curve under the palm. The other hand slid into his shirt along his suit, quietly untied several buttons on the lining shirt, revealing the blood boiling S-shaped curve.