Eighty-year-old hot wife gets rich by beating others

Song Shuyun's father had the throne to be inherited by Hanzhou City. Of course, Lin Manfu couldn't rush in at this time and break the important ceremony of inheriting the throne.

She raised her lips and smiled, turned around and walked aside, looking at the surrounding houses by the way.It's a small house, but it's very clean and tidy
"Sister, why don't you go in?"

Meng Xia turned around on her bicycle and happened to see Lin Manfu standing in the alley, so she jumped off the bicycle and asked with a smile.

"Someone is talking inside, I'll wait outside." Lin Manfu smiled.

Meng Xia followed Lin Manfu's line of sight to see the motorcycle parked beside her, and she knew it well: "Is Brother Song from the freight station here?"

"I don't know either." Of course Lin Manfu knew that the person inside was Song Shuyun's father, but given the current situation, it was normal for her to say that she didn't know.

"I often deal with the freight station. Brother Song's daughter, Yunyun, likes Xiao Han very much. Brother Song also treats Xiao Han as his son-in-law."

Meng Xia looked at Lin Manfu's facial expressions while talking, and she could tell that the relationship between Han Zhoucheng and Lin Manfu was not just friends.

However, she didn't see any expression change on Lin Manfu's face. The more this happened, the more she felt that there was something wrong.

If the two were just good friends, Lin Manfu should at least have smiled when he heard that Hanzhou City had such a good marriage.

But she was expressionless, which also showed that she was not comfortable.

"Sister, do you think Xiao Han is the kind of person who takes what other people say?" Meng Xia didn't intend to tease Lin Manfu any more, and walked towards the house with her: "Don't worry, Xiao Han doesn't even care about it." That girl, let alone Xiao Han, I get a headache when I see that girl."

Before Lin Manfu could react, Han Zhoucheng's voice came from the house: "Uncle Song, you just came today, so I don't have to go to the freight station to find you.

Earlier you said that there are not many people at the freight station and they are too busy.Now that I'm on leave for a month, it's running fine over there, so I have to resign for you. "

"Resignation? It's fine. I don't agree with resignation." Father Song's voice became serious in an instant, and he said resolutely: "If you think such a thing is difficult for you, I will not mention it in the future."

"No, Uncle Song. Am I preparing to take the college entrance examination? I have to study. If I pass the exam, I will go to school and I will resign sooner or later."

Han Zhoucheng smiled helplessly: "Uncle Song, Yunyun has been pestering me for a day or two. If I resigned because of this matter, I would have left long ago."

Meng Xia and Lin Manfu could hear clearly from outside the door. They looked at each other and walked into the yard together, breaking the embarrassing scene between Hanzhou City and Father Song.

With the presence of outsiders, Father Song didn't say a lot of things. Before leaving, he just told Hanzhou City to think carefully.

Meng Xia and Father Song exchanged pleasantries outside the door for a while. After all, many goods from the south were delivered by Father Song's freight station.

Naturally, big items cost money, and small items are sometimes brought over for free, so of course Meng Xia had to greet Father Song for a while.

Lin Manfu went back to the room and sorted out the things one by one.In order to bring out the high-end sense of bags and accessories, I also bought a piece of decorative fabric and spread it on the small bed beside me.

"You made this thing yourself?"

Han Zhoucheng didn't listen to Meng Xia's greetings with Father Song, and when he returned to the house, he saw Lin Manfu playing with it, raised his eyebrows and picked up the smiling hair accessory to look at.

"It's thanks to you that I can make these three backpacks. If you hadn't reported Feng Dan and the others, I wouldn't have gotten the donkey skin."

Lin Manfu hesitated for a moment, took out a belt roll from the package, and handed it to Han Zhoucheng: "The remaining leather is not enough to make a backpack. I made a belt, and I probably can't sell it. I will give it to you."

Han Zhoucheng raised his eyebrows, then grinned happily.There is quite a smile that an old father should have.

"That's right, you still have a conscience." Han Zhoucheng lifted up his clothes without saying a word, pulled out the black rope around his waist, and smiled: "It just so happens that the waistband of my trousers is a bit big today, so I just found a rope to tie it up. Woke up."

"That's really casual." Lin Manfu turned her head, she was not interested in other people's crotch.

"Look, is he handsome?" Han Zhoucheng put the white shirt in his trousers, and the belt was impressively placed around his waist, which was very conspicuous.

The corners of his mouth were raised all the time, smiling happily.Even when I made my first money relying on my craft, I was not as happy as I am now.

Lin Manfu glanced at him, he was walking around the room with his hands on his hips.
Like a country bumpkin who has never seen anything good, she also raised her lips and smiled.

Hanzhou City has traveled all over the world for so many years, what good things haven't been seen?
It seemed that he liked the gift he gave him very much.

"ML" Han Zhoucheng bent down hard, trying to see the letters on the belt clearly: "What are these two letters? What are the codes? What do you want to tell me?"

"Beautiful?"

"Bright?"

"Lost?"

"I designed the logo myself. I originally wanted to use Chinese characters, but there were too many strokes, so I changed to letters." Lin Manfu pointed to the backpack as she spoke, all of which had letters on it.

"What exactly does that mean?" Han Zhoucheng thought that Lin Manfu had told him about these two letters.
"Just think about it." Lin Manfu shook her head, she didn't think so much at the time, so she just wrote it casually.

After Meng Xia sent Father Song away, she entered the room and saw the neatly arranged backpacks and accessories, she clicked her tongue repeatedly, stepped forward to pick them up and looked at them carefully.

"Sister, these are all donkey leather bags, foreign products." Han Zhoucheng pointed out the English letters to Meng Xia as he said: "To be honest, I have seen this brand in the south before, it's not good. Buy it, you can’t buy it at all.”

Lin Manfu twitched the corners of her mouth and glanced at Han Zhoucheng.
The original price of the backpack was 20, mainly considering the income level of this era.

The wages of urbanites are only twenty or thirty, thirty or forty. Buying a good bag with one month's salary is a bit of a stretch.

Now Hanzhou City says it is a foreign brand. Does the price need to be raised?
"Sister, these three backpacks are all 25, and these two are called underarm bags, which are very suitable for intellectual ladies to carry."

Lin Manfu hung the backpack on Meng Xia's shoulders. The white clothes she wore matched the color of the backpack.

My clothes were all faded and looked dirty, which couldn't set off the beauty of the bag.

"This thing is really good. Look at the zipper and the lock." Meng Xia nodded with satisfaction: "I want to keep this underarm bag for myself. Good things are hard to come by."

Han Zhoucheng was still touching the belt with both hands, showing off to Meng Xia: "You should keep the good things for yourself. Look, I put a dozen yuan of belts on my waist."