Eighties Sweetheart Wife

Song Yunuan had already ridden several laps in the open space of the warehouse just now, and was completely able to master this two-eighth pole.

So, carrying the little old lady on his back, he went to the door of the department store.

At this time, the 28-bar bicycle had a stand at the back. When the stand was opened, the bicycle stopped firmly on the ground.

I found an open space, and there were people selling dried fruits from the mountains. This place is called Shandingzi, and its scientific name is Shanjingzi. It is particularly beautiful when the flowers bloom.

It’s only a dime a cup, but people actually buy it.

On the other side are maltose sellers, and there are also stalls selling oil fruits. They feel very expensive, and there are only a few in front of the stalls.

Song Yunuan realized a problem, that is, people are still used to entering department store buildings with tickets to buy things.

But, someone has to start first.

So, I took out the twenty satchels and bouquets in my bag, hung the satchels on the handlebars, and strung the bouquets one after another. In the blink of an eye, it seemed as if flowers bloomed next to the monotonous door. flower.

After a while, a group of people gathered around.

Basically they are all women.

Especially young girls.

A girl asked curiously: "What do you do?"

Song Yunuan smiled and did not answer directly, but pointed to the satchel and hair flower on her body: "The satchel is three yuan a piece, the big hair flower is six cents and the small hair flower is three cents, two big hair flowers are one yuan, what I brought today It’s not much, and it’s a bit late, so buy two satchels for five yuan and buy ten flowers and get one for free.”

Ah, it turns out they are selling things.

The price isn't cheap, but it's not expensive either.

Someone asked: "Where are you from?"

Although Mrs. Song was nervous because it was her first time, she was very calm when facing a group of young girls and would not tell you where her home is or how she came from.

She smiled: "Oh, this is unique in our county, not even in the provincial capital. You all look so good-looking, but you can't always use headbands and handkerchiefs. Let's use a new trick to make you compare. She is still beautiful now. Look at the bandage on my granddaughter’s back. Isn’t she particularly beautiful?”

Song Yunuan wore a plaid coat, denim trousers, a pair of leather shoes, a rainbow bag on her back, double ponytails, and a so-called hair flower that they had seen for the first time.

Just like the big stars in the pictorials.

Beautiful and fashionable, full of unique style.

The power of models as role models is endless, and Song Yunuan's advertising effect is good. Therefore, someone is the first to spend money, and with the first one, there will be a second one.

Especially the service attitude is good, you can choose whatever you want, as long as it doesn't get damaged.

As for the shoulder bag, you can carry it around casually to test it and let others see the effect.

This time, Song Yunuan brought thirty satchels and two hundred flowers.

A whole big bag filled.

Either they say this is a good product to sell, as you don’t have to worry about squeezing or expiration, let alone hygiene issues.

You don’t even need to package it, just pick it up and go.

Those who bought the satchels just put them on their backs. As for the headbands, some even took out their small mirrors and saw how beautiful they looked in the mirror. They were reluctant to take them off and just put them on and left.

If you are smart, buy two satchels together.

I saved 50 cents all of a sudden, and then I could buy a head flower for an additional 10 cents.

It's no exaggeration at all, these items sold out very quickly and were sold out in less than an hour.

Mrs. Song feels that to a large extent, her granddaughter’s proofing is better.

The seller of bergamot next to him exchanged three cups of bergamot for a small flower head. When he wanted to exchange it, he found that they were out of stock.

Mrs. Song only knew that her granddaughter's satchel was full of money.

Her hands were shaking.

I didn't expect it to be so popular.

She thought it would be good if she could sell a few.

What a good start!

Just when they were about to leave, seven or eight girls came. They all came after hearing about it, but it was a pity that it was sold out.

At first it was dispensable, but suddenly I felt like I had to buy it.

Mrs. Song told several people that they would come back in a few days.

The girls were anxious and asked how many days it would take. They couldn't wait every day.

Song Yunuan: "Next week, it's still the same time. I promise to come."

On Saturday afternoon, some units will have a half-day holiday.

Otherwise, I wouldn’t have time to visit the department store.

The old lady wanted to say that they could actually do it tomorrow, but they had to listen to Xiao Nuan on this matter, otherwise if they all said the same thing, they would be laughed at by outsiders.

There was no way to count the money in broad daylight.

But there is also a satchel for Ji Xinyi and a hairpin for Yingying.

It is better to leave a group behind than to leave one person behind.

Old Man Ji's daughter and granddaughter will definitely give it.

When they arrived at Songshu Alley, Mrs. Song refused to go in: "I'm old. I rarely have to entertain people when I go there. It's so troublesome. You go alone and come out as soon as the things are delivered. Let's go home as soon as possible."

Song Yunuan felt that what her grandma said made sense, so she rode her bicycle into the alley.

At this time, Qin Siqi and Lin Qing were in Mr. Ji's yard.

Lin Qing gave a gift to Mr. Ji.

Within half a month, my sister's condition was basically stable, and the rest was to slowly recover.

After another week of treatment, it was time for them to return to Beidu.

Lin Qing collected a lot of good things for Mr. Ji. Unexpectedly, she saw Qin Siqi just as she was about to go out. Thinking of Song Yunuan, Lin Qing gritted her teeth with hatred.

So, I sat down with Qin Siqi and talked.

I talked about this all morning.

Qin Siqi didn't expect that things would develop differently from what she saw when she was in coma.

Qin Siqi felt that she was dreaming.

But which dream can achieve this level?

At noon, after the exam at the electronics factory was over, Zheng Dong and Lu Feng, who looked lonely, came to the guest house.

Qin Siqi's mind was in turmoil.

Human beings are creatures that like to dwell on what they can’t get.

This is true for both men and women.

But if Lu Feng was gentle and gentle to her, maybe Qin Siqi wouldn't be persistent, but the way Lu Feng looked at her was like - it's all your fault. If it weren't for you, how could Xiao Nuan return to the countryside?

Qin Siqi wanted to get angry, but Lu Feng was indeed unfamiliar with her at this time.

Even in her coma dream, she and Lu Feng slowly came together after Song Yunuan died.

Lu Feng hid in the room, obviously not giving up.

After all, Song Yunuan is still alive now.

When she heard that Mr. Ji was here, she and Lin Qing came to deliver things to Mr. Ji.

By the way, I also made good friends with great Chinese doctors to give myself some weight.

There were not only Lin Qing and Qin Siqi in the room, but also Su Junze who was talking to Mr. Ji respectfully.

Seeing Song Yunuan come in, before Ji Lao could say anything, Lin Qing touched her face, remembering those two slaps, and her eyes were full of gloom.

It wasn't visible on the outside, but it hurt on the inside for several days.

It's that burning pain.

It's just the right amount these days.

Not only was it humiliating, but it also made her unable to express her suffering.

She stared at Song Yunuan.

Song Yunuan asked unceremoniously: "Lin Qing, why are you staring at me?"

Lin Qing stood up suddenly, and Su Junze hurriedly came over, grabbed her, and whispered: "Qing'er!"

Unexpectedly, Song Yunuan pointed at Qin Siqi, who also looked unkind: "And you, why are you staring at me too?"

Song Yunuan was not reckless.

When we meet on a narrow road, the brave wins.

Since the situation cannot be reconciled, why should we compromise?

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