As soon as he returned to the house, Zhao Qingsong couldn't wait to hug Li Rong and kiss her.
"Wait a minute, hoo~" Li Rong pushed him, "Go to bed, Leng."
Zhao Qingsong kissed her hard, picked her up by the waist, and threw her on the bed in a few steps.
Li Rong blamed him for being anxious, while Zhao Qingsong was kissing Li Rong flatteringly, with a hoarse voice: "I have been saving for a year, and I can't wait any longer."
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Once the session was over, Li Rong rested in her arms that were hotter than the kang.
Zhao Qingsong couldn't help but kiss the top of Li Rong's hair again: "What happened to the injury on the face? Huh?"
"Huh?" Li Rong was stunned for a moment, thinking that the matter was over, why did she ask again.
She rubbed the other person's chest, pretending not to hear, trying to get through.
Zhao Qingsong knew that he couldn't let her say it easily. Seeing that she didn't move, he turned over and did it again.
Now Li Rong's eyelids were trembling and she couldn't even move her fingers.
"Are you going to tell me? Huh?" Zhao Qingsong hugged him tightly, "Who bullied you? You didn't say anything when your man came? How useless do you make your man look like?"
If Li Rong had had the strength, she would have rolled her eyes. After a while, she finally said weakly: "It's useless to tell you. Everyone has run away. When I went to see the house, I met a few gangsters."
Realizing that the arms holding her were getting tighter, she hummed: "My third brother is here too, so I didn't suffer any loss. That woman's face was swollen by me. Besides, the marks on my face are all
It wasn't from a fight, I don't know where it was scratched."
"Did you get into a fight?" Zhao Qingsong grabbed the key word.
Li Rong simply showed off his cards: "It doesn't count as a fight. Anyway, I didn't suffer any loss. This matter is over."
Zhao Qingsong's face was tight and he didn't know what to say for a long time.
Li Rong didn't hear him speak and thought he was asleep. She leaned against Zhao Qingsong's chest and closed her eyes, planning to sleep.
After a while, Zhao Qingsong said nothing and pressed Li Rong again.
Do it harder.
Li Rong's energy was much weaker. She wanted to curse, but she didn't have the strength.
While his eyelids were trembling, he heard Zhao Qingsong say: "Daughter-in-law, don't hide such things from me in the future. I'm not with you in the first place. If you don't tell these things, I will never know that my wife is being punished outside."
Bullied. Huh?"
Li Rong hummed twice, not sure if she heard it or not.
Zhao Qingsong saw that she was very tired, so he didn't bother her anymore and tucked her in the quilt more.
Before Granny Mo and the others came to do the work, Zhao Qingsong looked around the two rooms on the east side.
Li Rong's business is quite impressive.
The corners of Zhao Qingsong's mouth unconsciously raised, thinking that his wife is really awesome.
After breakfast, Li Rong made no move to get up. The little guy wanted to go find his mother, but Zhao Qingsong stopped him: "Mom hasn't woken up yet, daddy will take you to play."
Zhao Qingsong specifically asked Mother Zhao to put breakfast in a pot to heat it up, and then took the two children out.
Li Rong woke up at noon, and Li Xiaoai and the others were already having lunch.
The hot breakfast in the morning was of no use, so Zhao's mother brought her a bowl and had lunch directly.
Li Xiaoai was surprised when she saw Li Rong: "Sister Li Rong, have you just gotten up? I thought you were not at home. Are you feeling uncomfortable? Why did you get up so late?"
Li Rong scolded Zhao Qingsong ten thousand times in her heart. There were so many people around her, and except for Li Xiaoai, everyone else probably guessed the reason why Li Rong got up so late.
She smiled awkwardly and said to the inexperienced Li Xiaoai in front of everyone, "Yeah, maybe I caught a cold in the shower and my head hurts a little."
"Oh. By the way, my grandma used to have a prescription, which is very good for treating headaches, right? Give it to Sister Li Rong later."
Grandma Mo looked at her granddaughter helplessly and knocked her on the head: "Eat your food and stop talking."
Next to her, Mother Zhao couldn't help laughing, and Zheng Yanhong and the others also laughed.
Li Rong's face was filled with embarrassment, she had already known to avoid ordering lunch.
I scolded Zhao Qingsong again in my heart, and I will definitely not let him be so late next time!
Zhao Qingsong, who was far away in the suburbs, suddenly sneezed.
He took his two young children out to play and did business by himself.
I gave the sausage to my southern friend Ding Liren, who we used to do business with, and asked how to sell Sydney pears at the end of the year.
In this area, many more iron houses have been built compared to two years ago.
From being scattered here and there, to now, one after another.
There is also a sign on it that says xx wholesale.
This has become the largest fruit wholesale market in the capital, and there are many wholesalers.
Zhao Qingsong searched for a long time before he found Ding Liren's wholesale point.
Before she entered the house, An An saw a man outside and called her uncle.
The man had been delivering fruit to Zhao's father for many years, and An An recognized him.
He looked over and smiled: "It's An An."
He looked up at Zhao Qingsong again. He had never seen this man before, but seeing that An An's facial features were similar to this man's, he probably guessed that the other person was a father and son. He nodded towards Zhao Qingsong: "Who are you looking for?"
"Looking for Ding Liren."
The man raised his chin towards the inner room: "It's inside."
After the morning's goods were unloaded and distributed, Ding Liren was doing calculations, the abacus making a clicking sound.
"Old Ding."
Ding Liren suddenly heard someone calling him. He didn't stop moving his hands and only responded.
After a while, the movements of his hands stopped, and he raised his head in disbelief. When he saw Zhao Qingsong, he stood up in surprise, strode over, and patted Zhao Qingsong's arm: "Old Zhao! Long time no see!
"
Zhao Qingsong asked the two children to call someone.
Ding Liren recognized An An. He was Zhao Qingsong's son. Only when the other Zhao Qingsong told him that he was his nephew.
He brought a bunch of fruits over and placed them in front of the two children: "Eat any fruit you want. Uncle has the most fruits here."
"It has been more than two years since you returned to your hometown, right?" Ding Liren poured tea for Zhao Qingsong and said with emotion, "Your decision to go home to farm surprised me for a long time. Now that you have returned to the capital, do you plan to develop here?"
"Not really." Zhao Qingsong leaned on the back of the chair and crossed his arms, "I came to see you and brought you some sausages."
"You have sent this sausage to me before, right?" Ding Liren knew it by smelling it. His wife liked it very much, but she couldn't buy it outside. She even asked Zhao Qingsong where he bought it before.
The other party said he made it at home, so Ding Liren had to give up and didn't continue to ask.
"Just tell me if you have anything to do," Ding Liren put the sausage next to him. He knew that Zhao Qingsong was definitely not just a friend.
Zhao Qingsong smiled: "What's the rush? Everyone is here."
He told Ding Liren his thoughts about how to sell the subsequent pears.
Because Zhao Qingsong went home to grow fruit, he transferred all the shares of the fruit company he and Ding Liren had partnered to Li Ruizhi.