Rebirth: Starting From the Confession

Chapter 89

In the living room, Wang Juan is sitting on the sofa, watching TV while peeling edamame swiftly.

Since resigning, she has had an unprecedented sense of ease.

Now that my daughter is also in college, she even earns her own tuition, which suddenly reduces the burden on her shoulders.

Everything is developing in a good direction.

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps in the corridor behind him, and then the light dimmed slightly behind him.

“Yaoer, back!”

Wang Juan turned her head and asked with a smile, “Have you got the admission notice?”

“got it!”

Zhao Wanqiu put on slippers at the door, sat down on the sofa, and passed the envelope.

After receiving the envelope, Wang Juan opened it and checked it. Her smile was exactly the same as that of Zhuang Shufen.

Three points are proud, three points are pleased, three points are excited, and one point is faintly lost.

Perhaps every mother smiles like this when she sees the admission letter of her child.

After enjoying the admission notice, Wang Juan gently folded it and put it in the envelope again.

Turning around, she saw her daughter pouting her little mouth with a gloomy look. Wang Juan immediately became happy. She stretched out her hand and rubbed her little head, and couldn’t help but jokingly said: “Yo-yo-yo, look at this little mouthful. .Who annoyed you again?”

“No one makes me angry!”

Zhao Wanqiu took out an edamame from the bag, peeled it off skillfully, and a few green edamame slipped into the small basket.

Wang Juan smiled indifferently: “Is it your translator?”

She still doesn’t know what happened to her daughter, Fang Yi alone can make Zhao Wanqiu sulking like this.

She would have gone back long ago when she was replaced by others.

But anger turned anger, but Zhao Wanqiu never remembered it, at most the next day he forgot, and happily continued to find Fang Yi to play.

“What is my interpreter, I have nothing to do with him again”! “Zhao Wanqiu hummed.

Wang Juan continued jokingly: “Why not? When you were a kid, didn’t you clamor every day to be the wife of your translator?”

As soon as he said this, Zhao Wanqiu’s face turned red with a brush.

“Which one wants to be his wife!”

Leaving this sentence aside, the little girl rushed into her bedroom, then slammed the door shut.

Upon seeing this, Wang Juan couldn’t help but shook her head and laughed.

The little girl grows up and knows she is shy!

…

Back in his bedroom, Zhao Wanqiu threw himself on the bed, burying his hot face in the bedding.

After a while, she turned over.

Because of her sullen face and poor breathing, she was panting slightly at the moment while staring at the ceiling in a daze.

Be the wife of Brother Yi…

Well!

As soon as he thought of this, Zhao Wanqiu felt that his cheeks started to burn again.

However, this idea is like Pandora’s box, once it is mentioned, you can’t help thinking about it.

Will Yige marry me?

I should have done it. Yige is so good to me, and I will definitely marry myself.

However, Yi Ge seems to like Xiong Da, his own is so small.

Looking down at his flat T-shirt, Zhao Wanqiu couldn’t help but suffer from a small face, eyes full of sadness.

…

If Wang Juan had expected it, after lunch, Zhao Wanqiu would have forgotten the unhappiness before and happily went to the opposite side to find Fang Yi.

“Late autumn is here!”

In the living room, Zhuang Shufen was clearing the dining table, and she smiled immediately when she saw Zhao Wanqiu.

Zhao Wanqiu smiled and said, “Aunt Zhuang, I’m here to rub the air conditioner again!”

“This child, auntie wants you to come every day.”

After a few jokes, Zhao Wanqiu walked into Fang Yi’s bedroom with ease.

Unsurprisingly, he sat at the desk, crackling the keyboard codes.

When he came to the bed and sat down, Zhao Wanqiu shook his white calf slightly, and said, “Brother Yi, the goods are almost out, do you want to continue to buy them?”

“There is no need to restock. The goods at home are enough for us to last for three or four days.” Fang Yi said without looking back.

Now the income of night market stalls has stabilized at around 1,000 yuan. In other words, a maximum of 1,000 pieces of goods can be sold every day, which is incomparable to the thousands of pieces when the stall was first opened.

So now every time you buy, you can sell it for several days.

Besides, it is impossible for them to sell until the end of the month because they will report to Jinling School in a week.

Therefore, if the remaining goods in the hand are sold out, the stall will be completely closed, and by the way, find a supplier to make the difference.

Zhao Wanqiu wondered: “But, isn’t our store in the mall going to open in two days? You can order the goods tonight and use it directly when it opens.”

“¨” is not the same, we have too few goods at the stall. Tomorrow I will drive my mother and Aunt Wang to the voluntary small commodity market and teach them what to buy. Fang Yi explained while typing on the keyboard.

A stall is different from opening a store. The stall is very small, just a folding table. How many things can be placed?

And the 40 or 50 square meters of the shop is far beyond the comparison of a small stall. Naturally, there are more types of goods needed, otherwise there are too few varieties, and customers will lose interest after several visits. So Fang Yi intends to beat them on a voluntary visit and teach them to purchase the goods by himself.

“Oh!”

After listening to his explanation, Zhao Wanqiu nodded first, and then said in a somewhat aggrieved tone: “Brother Yi, but you also told me to teach me to drive in the morning.”

Hearing this, Fang Yi said helplessly: “Then wait until three or four o’clock, the sun sets a little, I will teach you to drive, how about?”

“Brother Yi, you are so kind!”

The little girl suddenly smiled brightly, with big eyes staring at his back, full of smiles.

In July, the fire is flowing, and August is not yet young.

In the afternoon of this season, it is still so easy to make people sleepy.

Enjoying the constant cool air from the living room and listening to the rhythmic keyboard percussion, Zhao Wanqiu was lying in bed and fell asleep without knowing it.

In the ticking of the quartz clock, time slipped away bit by bit.

“So he wrote all his life history on the sales account book, together with the destroyed pure gold abacus, sealed it in a box, and temporarily deposited it on the locker of the salesman. It was agreed that he would take it together when he got the King Kong umbrella. Back.”

When knocking the last period, Fang Yi let out a long sigh of relief.

After nearly two months, the last Wuxia Coffin Mountain officially ended.

This book “Ghost Blowing Lantern”, which helped me earn the first pot of gold, is finally finished. .