The Sweet Wife of the Seventies

The students in the private room originally wanted to say hello to Jia Huifang, but seeing that her face was always black, no one went to beg for boredom. They also saw that Meng Songling followed in, and his face was also bad.

I can't help but wonder that Jia Huifang's relationship with Meng Songling and Fu Jing in those years is known to all of their classmates here.

I just don't know if I can see Fu Jing in a moment.

"Song Ling, why didn't you bring your minister?" A classmate smiled and said, "I also want to have a relationship with the minister to see if I can go through the back door or something?"

The man joked.

As a result, Meng Songling didn't hear it.

The man, "..."

Bah, what are you trying to do? If it weren't for the relationship with the Su family, would Meng Songling be a professor at Kyoto University?

Who can I show you with a smelly face?

"Huifang, why did you come?" A woman greeted Jia Huifang, "what about your family members? Didn't it mean that you can bring family members at the party? You two don't bring family members, which makes us very embarrassed."

"He will come in a moment." Jia Huifang said with a proud smile, "I'm working here, and I'll come soon."

"Work here?" A woman exclaimed, "I heard the salary here is not low."

"It's OK. He's just a little manager." Although Jia Huifang said so, the expression on her face was very proud.

Although he is an assistant manager, his monthly salary is really high, which is much more than that in the state-owned hotel before.

"Really? Let's have a party here today. You have to find your husband to give us a discount." The woman smiled and said, "we are not as capable as your husband to make so much money."

All parties are made of AA.

"That's for sure. Let's use your words." Jia Huifang squinted and enjoyed the envious eyes cast by the women next to her.

But soon the eyes shifted to the door.

Because Fu Jing and a man with a long temperament came in.

"God, isn't Fu Jing finally single?"

"This one Fu Jing is looking for is much better than the one in our class?"

When Tian Wenbai helped Fu Jing into the room, he heard a burst of private discussion.

Although the sound was not loud, it was all heard by him.

The corners of the mouth rose slightly involuntarily.

When the man said this, he was hit by a person next to him, "just know it in your heart. Don't talk nonsense."

Meng Songling is not something they can afford to offend.

"It's shameless." Jia Huifang said with a deflated mouth.

No one dares to answer that.

After all, although Fu Jing is single, she is the head of the literary troupe, and some programs have been praised by the head.

Fu Jing glanced at her with her lips pursed, ignored him, and said to Tian Wenbai next to him, "I've arrived, thank you."

"No hurry, no hurry." Tian Wenbai helped her sit down.

"Fu Jing, is this your object?" Under Jia Huifang's sign, a woman asked.

"No." Fu Jing shook her head and said apologetically to Tian Wenbai, "sorry to trouble you."

"Nothing." Tian Wenbai said with a smile, "it doesn't mean it won't be in the future."

what do you mean?

Fu Jing was also stunned.

But Tian Wenbai didn't explain any more, but looked at Jia Huifang and said, "I want you to apologize to her for what you just said."

"Apologize?" Jia Huifang smiled and said, "why? I won't apologize to her."

"I'll let you out of here right now." Tian Wenbai's lips rose and he leaned lazily on the back of the sofa and said.

Fu Jing, "..."

This man, an action or an expression, shows dignity.

But Jia Huifang just couldn't see it.

"Are you kidding? It's up to you?"