Madam, president loves you secrectly

"Girl, does your classmate have dark hair and curly hair and big eyes when laughing? You often followed her at that time. They shared what they ate and drank. They were so good that they could almost wear the same pair of trousers?" the boss frowned, as if he remembered something.

"Boss, do you still have an impression? There was a milk tea shop next to the bookstore at that time, and I often went with Yuchu. After buying a cup of milk tea, I came here to choose books." Song Manxi was surprised that the bookstore owner had seen so many guests for so long, but still had an impression of them.

When the boss heard her answer, the doubts on his face finally disappeared, and his smile became more gentle: "yes, yes, yes, you often call the girl Yuchu. The voice is small. The girl Yuchu has a very loud voice. You two are as dynamic as a rabbit and as quiet as a virgin."

"Oh... Yes, your comment is really pertinent." Song Manxi accepted it gladly.

"Oh, really, you... I thought you wouldn't come again. I thought..." the boss closed the book and stood up. His back has been bent, which is the trace of years.

"We're going to be demolished soon, and these houses will be rebuilt. My bookstore is no exception. If you don't come again, I really don't know what to do." the boss slowly walked to a cabinet at the back and took out a paper box sealed with transparent tape.

Song Manxi helped him to lift up the box. It was neither heavy nor light. Song Manxi wondered what it was. At the same time, the boss also began to cut the transparent tape with scissors.

"The girl named Yuchu left me 200 yuan eight years ago. She said she would give me cash every time she came. She was too lazy to bring it, so she gave me 200 yuan at one time. She said ah, your reader is also deducted here. At first, I was still lamenting that this girl really has personality." after the boss cut the transparent tape, she took out one book after another, There are twenty-four readers and manke.

The surface of the book cover is still brand-new, bright and white. Especially the words above are still clear.

"These......" Song Manxi couldn't help but burst into tears.

"The girl said she would come, but she just gave the money, and I haven't seen her again in the next issue. It's been like this for a long time. These are the books I left for you one after another until the 200 yuan ran out. They're all here." the boss didn't stand long, so he sat down and said in earnest, "It's been eight years. It happened that you came. It's all fate. You can take it back together. Otherwise, I really remember it all the time."

Song Manxi held the cardboard box, put the 24 books back, turned his back to the boss, and cried on the cardboard box drop by drop.

"By the way, girl, is your classmate all right? If you can, you can help me hand it over to her. It can be regarded as the beginning and end of my business."

When the boss asked about Mu Yuchu's situation, song Manxi took a deep breath. She turned around and didn't intend to lie to the old man. Her voice was more hoarse: "she... Not very good."

Seeing that her eyes were red and swollen, the old man probably guessed something, and the expression on her face was also slightly painful.

"She... Has gone, an accident." Song Manxi choked and whispered, and a tear came down and was gently wiped away by her.

The old man was stunned. He seemed to breathe a little lighter, but then he stood up again: "Oh, well, heaven is good. This girl is cheerful, and those people in heaven will certainly like her."

Song Manxi nodded angrily: "yes, there must be many people like her."

The boss went to the counter, wearing reading glasses and asked her, "girl, do you want the latest readers and manke?"

Song Manxi gently bit his lips, choked and nodded his head, "yes."

As the boss handed her the book, he said softly, "look ahead, girl, you have to live happily. If you are happy, she will be happy in heaven."

"Yes."

Until she walked out of the bookstore with a paper box in her arms. Looking back, the owner of the bookstore was carefully wiping his pair of presbyopia glasses with the brown glasses cloth that seemed to have been used for a long time.

Song Manxi looked at it silently. She seemed to have the impulse to turn back, but finally she held the box, waited for the next bus, got on the bus and left.