Jiang Chunhui burst out laughing and said, "That's a matter between the two of us. Just don't worry about it. Just bring Sang Xiaoyu to me, and I'll be able to fulfill my promise."
Fei Jiani was driven crazy by money, and now she can do whatever she is told.
Fei Jiani saw that he was quite serious about what he said, so he treated a dead horse like a living horse. She thought that if Sang Xiaoyu really came in front of him, and if he still refused to borrow it, then she would kill them both severely.
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Moreover, Sang Xiaoyu has changed so much now. Jiang Chunhui, a young man, would never have thought of it. If he saw the current Sang Xiaoyu, it would be strange if he didn't run away. Fei Jiani thought fiercely, if that wasn't the case, it would be okay.
Is it funny to be funny?
When Fei Jiani saw Jiang Chunhui again, her heart moved for some reason.
This is a high-quality man, with an upright image, a rich temperament, and a touch of elegance in it. Fei Jiani feels that when she was in high school, she ignored such a man and fell in love with a pretty boy.
I'm so stupid for reading poetry.
But that was the object of her first love, a boy as pure as a child. I heard that he was now a reporter, and he found someone who wanted her contact information.
She listened and was unmoved. She no longer had any thoughts about literature and art. She had now become an out-and-out businessman who only focused on profit.
When Fei JiaNi drove to find Sang Xiaoyu, she thought that no matter whether she was explicit or implicit, people turned a blind eye, but they still couldn't forget Sang Xiaoyu, who had changed beyond recognition, which made her very angry.
She didn't know if Sang Xiaoyu could help her overcome the difficulties, but the seeds of hatred had already been planted. She didn't know whether it was towards Jiang Chunhui or Sang Xiaoyu, but she hated him anyway.
She originally wanted to coax Sang Xiaoyu, and she knew Sang Xiaoyu's soft-hearted character, but seeing Sang Xiaoyu's upright look on her face, she became angry as she spoke, and the words flew out of her mouth.
When Sang Xiaoyu rejected her, her heart was close to collapse.
While she was driving, Sang Xiaoyu called, saying that he wanted to pay her back and wanted to explain a few words, but the more she tried to explain, the angrier Fei Jiani became, and finally she simply turned off her phone and concentrated on driving.
Where to raise the money? She was so worried that her throat was burning.
On Sunday, Sang Xiaoyu got on her tricycle and took to the streets.
After the Spring Festival, people step out of the shadows of high-rise buildings and run into the sunshine to feel the illusive warmth of winter.
After the National Day, business became sluggish again. Sang Xiaoyu knew that it was difficult to do anything during this period, so she set up a stall in the bustling city center: selling fruits, red wine, and cigarettes.
During the Chinese New Year, she was not tight. In addition, she was an old guerrilla fighter and knew the management of the market. She was already familiar with avoiding urban management, health and other departments. She thought that earning tens of yuan a day was better than earning nothing at home and suffering
It will be fine after this period of time.
There were more and more people on the street, but there were very few people buying things. She placed the cigarettes in an inconspicuous place. Cigarettes were not bought casually, and she only used them during the New Year period.
It was already ten o'clock, and there was no one paying attention. She sat on a stool and started to calculate the accounts. She said she wanted to earn 8,000 years ago, but she was actually just comforting her mother. She had not paid back the money. She was preparing to buy a house.
When she was thinking about how to add new varieties, a luxury car had passed by and came back. It rolled down the window in front of her and said, "Do you have any cigarettes? Get me a pack."
Xiaoyu asked without raising her head: "What brand do you want?"
The person in the car didn't answer her question, so she raised her head and looked through the car window. It didn't matter, it turned out to be Jiang Chunhui.
Sang Xiaoyu felt her heart beating wildly again. She had just talked to Fei Jiani about Jiang Chunhui when she showed up. Three years later, she has not changed at all and is still handsome.
Jiang Chunhui didn't answer but was looking at her desperately. She avoided his eyes and thought, it's better not to recognize him, and she can get away with it. Now let her take out 36,400 yuan, a little
There is no possibility.
Seeing her evasive eyes, Jiang Chunhui became even more sure that it was her.
He opened the car door and walked out and said: "I didn't expect it to be you. If I hadn't heard your voice, I really wouldn't have recognized you. You...how did you become like this? Didn't you say you have recovered?"
Didn’t he say he was also a small boss?”
Sang Xiaoyu really wanted to slip into a crack in the ground. Over the past few years, her skin had become thicker than the city wall, but what she was most afraid of was meeting her classmates.
"How have you been in the past few years?" Jiang Chunhui had nothing to say, so he stopped and did not ask any more questions. He knew it was not good without asking.
Sang Xiaoyu wore a fat yellow military uniform, and her chest was shiny from carrying things up and down.
Her gray hair was cut into a short bob, and it looked messy and unkempt.
Jiang Chunhui picked up the cigarettes on the cigarette stall and looked at them casually and said, "I have packed all these cigarettes. Is one thousand enough?"
Sang Xiaoyu quickly nodded and said: "Enough, enough, no need."
Jiang Chunhui threw the cigarette in through the car window, then took out a thousand yuan from his document bag and said, "How much can you earn in a day doing this?"
Sang Xiaoyu took the money, returned the two hundred yuan and said: "Ten yuan, twenty yuan."
Jiang Chunhui blocked the two hundred and said, "How about this? You have no business now, so why don't we go out and have a chat. Don't worry, I won't make the same request as in the past. I have opened several stores in this city now."
A chain store, let’s see if we can help you.”
When Sang Xiaoyu saw that there was indeed no one, and she still owed her more than 30,000 yuan, the originally stipulated time had already expired, so she should give him an explanation, so she said: "Okay, you wait, I will
Send these things back, and you can do your work first. I haven’t forgotten about the accounts, I’m just putting them off..."
Jiang Chunhui smiled and said: "Don't think that I want to pay. How could it be such a coincidence? I have torn up your IOU a long time ago."
Sang Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment. Seeing his serious look, she said a little embarrassedly: "If I knew you had no IOU, I would kill you and refuse to admit it. I don't even know you anymore. How can I avoid thirty thousand yuan?"
A lot of good."
Jiang Chunhui saw that Sang Xiaoyu was still thinking about joking, so he said: "Now we are just a man and a woman who met by chance. How about we have no past?"
Sang Xiaoyu smiled and said, "Just you? Just me?" Then she covered her mouth and laughed.
Jiang Chunhui felt that there was a profound meaning in these words, so he said: "It's up to you, it's up to me!"
The two looked at each other and smiled, and all the past came to mind.
Jiang Chunhui said: "I really didn't expect that you are still moving like an ant and there is not much improvement. How much have you paid back the 340,000?"
Sang Xiaoyu was also in a good mood. It turned out that she thought she would be embarrassed if she met someone she shouldn't meet. Obviously, Jiang Chunhui did not dislike her.