Wang Xiaojiao resigned from her job and came to Zhao Daju. She didn't want to come back, but where could she go in the crowded streets?
It was better to go back, at most she would be nagged by Zhao Daju a few times. She stood at the door, and when she was about to knock on the door, she heard Zhao Daju chatting with the older sisters in the room, and she didn't know where she knew them from.
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"My daughter is very powerful. She has found a rich man who is celebrating the Chinese New Year. She has become a husband. She is well-off and has a good life."
Then came the sound of her cracking melon seeds, and various compliments.
Wang Xiaojiao put her hand on the doorknob, unable to muster up the courage to knock on the door for a long time. As long as she knocked on the door and went in, Zhao Daju's lie would be self-evident.
never mind.
Let's leave each other the last bit of dignity.
But where can she go?
She had no choice but to find a rental house to live in. The landlord was disgusted with it and felt that she would be disturbed during the Chinese New Year.
A few dozen dollars a month is better than looking at Zhao Daju's face every day.
This year, Wang Xiaojiao's life was extremely miserable. Others lived in a rented house, at least a family of three or a young couple. Although their lives were poor, they were enjoyable.
She was alone, like a duckweed in the water, not knowing where to go.
The fifteenth day of the first lunar month has not yet passed, and there is still a New Year atmosphere on the street. Wang Xiaojiao is thinking about what to do after the New Year.
She saw the yellow oranges, which were sweet and attractive. She originally wanted to buy them, but she thought about the price.
"Boss, how much do oranges cost per pound?"
Wang Xiaojiao looked up and saw that it was Jiang Dongming. He bought a pound of oranges and put them directly into Wang Xiaojiao's arms.
"Walk."
Jiang Dongming took Wang Xiaojiao's hand. His hand was dry and warm. Wang Xiaojiao did not refuse.
They went to the farmer's market to buy some vegetables. They looked like an ordinary and warm couple. Wang Xiaojiao followed Jiang Dongming obediently.
She suddenly had a fear that Jiang Dongming would abandon her.
Back at the rental house, Wang Xiaojiao pushed Jiang Dongming to the sofa and sat down: "You sit down for a while and try my skills. I cook every day and I can cook it quickly."
Wang Xiaojiao walked to the kitchen.
To be precise, it was just a simple shed set up at the door of the bungalow. She took a spoon to dig out the salt. She didn't take it out for a long time. She looked at it in front of her eyes.
"The salt is caked."
Zhang Dongming appeared behind him.
Wang Xiaojiao was particularly embarrassed. Just now she was bragging that she cooked every day, but now she was exposed on the spot.
"It's okay, I remember there is salt in the cabinet." Wang Xiaojiao entered the room, opened the cabinet, and the instant noodles inside fell out. Wang Xiaojiao was completely dumbfounded.
"Sorry, the salt is not here."
Wang Xiaojiao smiled at Jiang Dongming, and hurriedly put the instant noodle stuffer back into the cupboard, closed the door, and stood up. However, her head hit a pile of magazines again, and they were all scattered on the floor again.
"You sit down, I'll do it. I just bought salt."
It seems that Jiang Dongming cooks often. Even if there is no ingredients, he can still make four dishes and one soup.
"Eat, my craftsmanship is pretty good."
Wang Jiaojiao nodded, sat at the table, picked up a bite of food with chopsticks, stuffed it into her mouth, and chewed slowly. It had been a long time since she had tasted home-cooked food, and she didn't know how to do it.
She held back her tears, but she couldn't hold them back. Her eyes turned red. She took a few bites of the food, her mouth was full, and her face was almost buried in the rice bowl. She was afraid that Jiang Dongming would see her in such a mess.
appearance.
"Let's be together!"
Jiang Dongming picked up a chopstick and put it into Wang Xiaojiao's bowl: "I've thought about it these past few days. I don't care about your history. I can let it go. I want to be with you."
Wang Xiaojiao paused while eating, her head almost touching the edge of the bowl, and said in a voice like a mosquito: "I don't need sympathy."
"I'm not sympathizing with you, I really like you. Now I just hate myself for being incompetent and unable to give you a good life in Beijing. When we are together, there is at least one person around who cares about you."
A tear slipped from Wang Xiaojiao's cheek and fell into the bowl. Wang Xiaojiao stuffed the rice with tears into her mouth.
He raised his head again, with a grain of rice on the tip of his nose, and pretended to be relaxed and said: "Okay, let's be together!"
Jiang Dongming nodded heavily and reached out to wipe the rice off the tip of her nose.
Things will fall into place and things will fall into place naturally.
The two of them rolled on the bed again. Wang Xiaojiao was moved as quickly as she came. She had a full stomach and felt that Jiang Dongming was boring. His face that he thought was handsome just now looked like it was covered in pot ash.
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Jiang Dongming pushed her down on the bed, but Wang Xiaojiao showed no interest. She struggled a few times, but was unable to defeat him, so she gave up struggling and cooperated with him obediently.
Afterwards, Jiang Dongming looked embarrassed, hugged Wang Xiaojiao, and said happily: "Jiaojiao, let's get married!"
"Getting married?! Why are you getting married? In this little shabby house?"
Wang Xiaojiao sat upright all of a sudden, feeling a cold feeling on her back. There was no heating equipment in the room. She didn't want to return to Jiang Dongming's arms, but she had no choice but to lie back down again.
Jiang Dongming said proudly: "I have saved a total of 30,000 yuan in these years in Beijing. You should have some in your hands. Let's ask our parents for some more to buy a small house. It should be enough. By the way,
How much money do you have?"
"What are you doing? Don't worry about my money, not to mention I don't have much money."
Wang Xiaojiao immediately became alert.
"Jiaojiao, why are you so anxious? I was thinking that you had not been with the boss before. A skinny camel is bigger than a horse. If you have it, you will have it. If you don't, you will not have it. Your man will make money."
Jiang Dongming changed his tone and quickly explained: "Don't misunderstand me. I'm not with you just to covet your money. I really feel for you."
After that, Jiang Dongming came over again and said that his skills were hundreds of times better than Chen Guoqiang's. He always served her comfortably. As long as he closed his eyes and didn't look at that face, Wang Xiaojiao could still accept it.
, at least when she reaches the top, she can forget all the troubles in the world.
For this reason, Wang Xiaojiao can accept Jiang Dongming. As for marriage, she doesn't want to think about it.
It was getting late, and after struggling all afternoon, the two of them finally thought of finding something to eat.
"Are you having midnight snack?"
Jiang Dongming squeezed out a sentence and smiled sheepishly, showing his big white teeth.
"What's for late night snack?"
Wang Xiaojiao asked casually.
"Wait a minute, we can choose slowly."
Jiang Dongming took out a pile of colorful papers from his pocket and poured them all on the bed.
"This, what is this?"
"Coupons, I saved them. You see what you want to eat, and we'll eat it. Don't try to save me money."
When Jiang Dongming said this, he seemed to be taking Wang Xiaojiao to a five-star hotel.