When Sang Xiaoyu saw Jiang Chunhui asking, she became cheerful like a little girl and said with a smile: "Guess."
At this moment, Jiang Chunhui thought of Sang Xiaoyu in high school, and the few scenes of coquettishness passed before his eyes.
Sang Xiaoyu no longer had the sweet image she had at that time, but her essence was still there. In her sweet smile, all the past flashed back and forth in her mind.
He briefly thought about it. If she earned 30,000 yuan in one year, it would be 100,000 yuan in three years, so he said, "One hundred thousand yuan."
Sang Xiaoyu nodded and said, "Absolutely."
Jiang Chunhui said: "It's not easy. I heard that you have recovered a long time ago and have become a small boss. If I knew you were still like this, I would have reached out to help you."
Regardless of whether this sentence is true or not, Sang Xiaoyu was very moved when he heard it and said: "I want to pay back the money, but not now."
"It's okay until you're fifty."
Sang Xiaoyu couldn't stop laughing. Knowing that he really didn't want to pay, she said, "Why fifty years old?"
Jiang Chunhui discovered that Sang Xiaoyu had changed a lot. In the past, she didn't like to talk, but now she even made jokes.
So he said: "I will hang on to you for these twenty years so that we can be friends forever. I have decided to contact you often in the future so that we can communicate with each other."
Sang Xiaoyu said: "I don't have any objection, because you are the sponsor." After saying that, he laughed again.
"By the way, is there really 35,000 yuan in my card? Is it still not enough? You didn't call me the next day. I was heartbroken waiting for your call."
Sang Xiaoyu thought about it and suddenly remembered that when she went to the court the next day, she saw the money in the card and it was 36,400 yuan. In order not to have anything to do with him, she didn't call him the next day.
So he said: "The accurate number is thirty-six thousand four hundred yuan."
Jiang Chunhui shook his head and said: "You are so cute. You haven't changed after so many years. So what if you just say thirty-five thousand? Will I check it?"
Sang Xiaoyu also laughed and said: "You lent me money, and I still lied to you? That's not who I am, how upright I am."
Jiang Chunhui clapped his hands and said with a smile: "You, you really didn't want to contact me. Otherwise, this amount is just right for you to call me. Don't you understand that you are playing hard to get?"
"I know nothing about the art of war."
Jiang Chunhui laughed again and asked, "Did the classmates get together again a while ago?"
"Maybe, no one calls me anymore."
"You called me, but I didn't go."
"I still have contact with Wang Ximo occasionally. I heard from him that you come back often, so I didn't say hello again."
"I heard that he is also in business and has quit his job."
"Well, I don't know what to do, but I heard it's pretty good and he helped me a lot."
"Are you okay today? How about my arrangements for you? For the sake of old classmates."
"No, for the sake of selling all the goods."
Jiang Chunhui said happily: "Okay, this is more realistic, I like it." He looked around and said to himself: "Why is there no tricycle?"
Sang Xiaoyu asked him what he wanted to do, and Jiang Chunhui said: "Find two tricycle riders and bring all these fruits and wine to my shop. How much more will I give you? The New Year is not over anyway, even if
I paid them benefits."
Sang Xiaoyu shook her head and said, "What are you waiting for? I installed all these things by myself. If I run... I will definitely be much slower than you."
After saying that, a person burst into laughter.
Jiang Chunhui also laughed loudly, feeling so good.
He had never had such a happy conversation with Sang Xiaoyu, and there was usually tension between them.
He felt that Sang Xiaoyu had completely changed.
Sang Xiaoyu and he reloaded the things into the car. Jiang Chunhui looked at the full of things and asked Sang Xiaoyu if he really didn't need help from others.
Sang Xiaoyu said of course.
So, they set off together.
Sang Xiaoyu pedaled as hard as she could behind Jiang Chunhui's luxury car. Jiang Chunhui stopped the car from time to time to talk to her.
This scene is really picturesque: a very slow luxury car, followed by a very fast tricycle. Even Jiang Chunhui found this scene very funny.
Jiang Chunhui saw Sang Xiaoyu pedaling desperately in the rearview mirror. The gentle and elegant look of the past had long since disappeared, and what remained was the stubbornness and tenacity that refused to admit defeat.
If it hadn't been confirmed that she was Sang Xiaoyu, Jiang Chunhui would never have believed that the Sang Xiaoyu in his mind had turned into what he is now.
In his impression, her hair was thick and shiny, and she liked to pull it up high. Sometimes it would be spread out like a waterfall, cascading down from head to toe.
It is soft, charming, free and easy, and has a charm that is close to nature.
Now, her hair is actually gray, as if she is older, and she doesn't take care of it. It just grows freely and moves with the wind.
She had long ceased to be a girl in his mind, and now she looked more like a man.
Jiang Chunhui saw from Sang Xiaoyu's stubbornness her determination not to admit defeat.
Jiang Chunhui felt that what he lacked was this energy.
Years of sensuality have long since polished his ambitions, and his muddled mentality has often made him feel exhausted. Only in the gentle countryside can he feel relieved.
Others see their bosses as beautiful and glamorous, but they don’t know the mentality of this group of people. They walk on thin ice every day like walking on a tightrope. If they are not careful, they will become destitute.
In the shopping mall, you sing and I appear on stage every day, and the scenery is just a highlight moment in the flash of lightning, all performed for others to see.
The woman in front of me is really different.
She doesn't like to be dependent on others. No matter how hard her life is, she is willing to use her meager strength to fight against fate. She works hard and is simple and comfortable.
Sang Xiaoyu has long lost her former beauty, and what remains is an unquenchable fire and an unquenchable light. Even if there is no love and pity in his heart, there is still concern. She is a girl worthy of his admiration.
Jiang Chunhui thought of his high school days. If at that time, his love for the simple, aloof and somewhat arrogant Sang Xiaoyu came from the ignorant feelings of a boy, then when he entered society, his love had impurities.
He doesn't want to admit his failure, especially among his classmates. His almost crazy behavior in high school has long become lingering stories and accidents in the memories of his classmates.
He wants a trip back.
He didn't expect that he had deliberately approached Sang Xiaoyu, but still couldn't get her response. At this moment, Sang Xiaoyu in front of him had long awakened his insensitive emotions and melted the ugliness in his heart. He was willing to pay for this former classmate.
Sincerely, the thought of pushing her into bed disappeared at this moment.
Jiang Chunhui was satisfied with this day. He felt that he was happy to be with Sang Xiaoyu. The days they chatted and the past they talked about were so warm and harmonious.
When he is with women now, he is usually straightforward and has no time for romance. What he wants is speed.
But being with Sang Xiaoyu was different. It was a thrilling feeling like first love. It was sweet and comfortable.