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Wang Wei led Jiang Rou to the roast duck restaurant, thinking that this woman still liked to treat him as the enemy as always!

At the roast duck restaurant, the two ordered a roast duck and asked them to make duck soup.

Jiang Rou's mouth was full of oil after eating.

Normally he would be reluctant to eat, but Wang Wei still liked to lick her and satisfy all her requests.

After eating for a while, Wang Wei said: "My parents have returned from the bullpen and have been reinstated. Aren't you happy for me? Let's have a drink."

Jiang Rou twitched her lips. She was unwilling to bring up the topic of the bullpen again.

However, if the official was reinstated, his father would still be a cadre, and his family's status would immediately rise in her heart.

"Okay, I don't know how to drink, just drink less." She agreed.

Wang Wei invited him to dinner, and he must still be thinking about her.

She was ready to get back together with him.

After all, who wouldn’t want to marry the son of a cadre?

Wang Wei asked for three ounces of white wine, and the two started drinking.

After working late, when I was about to go home, I found it was snowing outside again.

"Don't go home, go to the guest house. I drank a little too much, so I can't see you off." Wang Wei suggested.

Jiang Rou hesitated: "Can I enter the guest house without a letter of introduction?"

"Let's do this..." Wang Wei whispered an idea into her ear, making her face turn red.

When they arrived at the guest house, Jiang Rou waited at the door. After Wang Wei opened the room, he told her the room number, and then went up first.

When the cashier staff wasn't paying attention, Jiang Rou got into the guest house.

When she got to the door, Wang Wei opened the door and pulled her in.

Jiang Rou drank a little wine and felt a little dizzy. When she saw that there was only one bed, she exclaimed: "There is only one bed!"

Wang Wei said casually: "It's just a room, so just make do with it. You sleep on the bed, and I'll sleep on the table."

"How can that be done?" Jiang Rou blurted out.

There was only one quilt, and he would definitely catch a cold while lying on the table.

Wang Wei touched the back of his head and smiled naively: "How about we squeeze in. Don't worry, I will never touch you."

The two of them were lying on the bed, covered with a quilt, chatting.

Jiang Rou kept testing and finally found out that Wang Wei would soon be working in an agency.

With the support of his father, he will be a bureau-level cadre in a few years, and the treatment should not be too good.

Just when Jiang Rou was thinking about how to take him down, Wang Wei's hand stretched out.

"Rourou, I have been thinking about you these past few years. I never expected that I would meet you today. Can you be my girlfriend?"

He had made this confession several times and was rejected by the other party. This time he was confident that he would not be rejected again.

Sure enough, Jiang Rou did not refuse to hold hands, and even said "hmm" softly.

When Wang Wei received the response, he became bolder. He touched her neck and kissed her.

The temperature in the room suddenly rose, and the two of them began to have an affair.

The next day, Jiang Rou went to work with satisfaction.

......

Jiang Ning opened her eyes and found that it was already dawn outside. Lin Chen had gone out and bought meat buns at some point.

She stretched her aching waist and looked at him angrily.

"There's always no moderation."

Lin Chen disagreed: "What kind of moderation does it take to pamper a wife?"

He quickly poured warm water for her and asked her to brush her teeth and wash her face, and then ate the buns while they were hot.

Jiang Ning obeyed and lifted the quilt. When he got down to the ground, his legs softened and he almost fell, but he picked him up.

"Would you like to sleep a little longer?"

"No, I promised them to buy cotton, at least try my best."

Jiang Ning stubbornly started to get dressed.

After eating, Jiang Ning led Lin Chen to the textile factory.

When entering the factory, the guard greeted Jiang Ning warmly.

Song Jia was surprised to see them and thought she was here to get an order.

Jiang Ning said a little shyly: "I have something to trouble you today. The cold wave is coming fiercely this time, and our village is short of clothes and quilts. I want to ask if our factory has rich cotton for takeout."

After hearing this, Song Jia looked solemn, thought for a while and said, "You guys sit down first, I'll go find my boyfriend."

What's going on?

Jiang Ning was a little confused.

The last time she took a clothing order, she went into the deputy director's office and settled the matter when she came out. This time she said she was going to find her boyfriend...

Isn't her boyfriend the deputy director?

Oh my god, Jiang Ning looked at Lin Chen with a frown and said uneasily:

"Song Jia said her boyfriend is an old man, he couldn't be the deputy factory director, right? Let's go, we can't push Song Jia into the fire pit!"

The two of them were worried about what to say, but Song Jia came back with a smile.

"My boyfriend agreed and said he would deal with the matter. Just wait and hear the good news! Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you that my boyfriend is Deputy Factory Director He. He also said he would like to treat you to lunch. "

Jiang Ning saw the genuine smile on her face and asked weakly:

"Is it really okay? Don't risk your own happiness for our sake."

Song Jia smiled and scolded: "What are you talking about! Then we will meet at the state-owned hotel at noon."

Jiang Ning came out of the textile factory still very uneasy.

To become a factory director, you must be at least thirty or forty years old. Song Jia is about the same age as her, how can she marry a man who is twenty years older?

Seeing her worried look, Lin Chen had no choice but to comfort her:

"Everyone has his own choice, as long as the man knows how to love others. And it seems that Song Jia is not a person who will give in."

There were still two hours before noon, and the two of them happened to go to the department store for a walk.

After all, it is a shopping mall in the county town. It is larger than the supply and marketing cooperative in the countryside and has a wider variety of supplies.

There are even sellers of ready-made clothes. A blue polyester cardigan and red sweatshirt costs 21.2 yuan, and it requires a 7.5-foot cloth ticket. A white true-quality shirt costs 15.4 yuan. This does not require a ticket, but it is "expensive".

Not far away, there was a man standing at the counter, negotiating with the salesperson. It turned out to be the salesperson who said that there was no charge for the 1.12 yuan second-class Shantou film, and the buyer had to pay for it.

The salesperson said, "It doesn't look good if you push me around like that. Please take your money back." The man took the camera and film and left.

After the man left, Jiang Ning approached him.

"Comrade, I'll buy a camera and film."

The salesperson fiddled with her nails and glanced at her, "No."

"How come it's not there? Didn't someone buy it just now?" Jiang Ning was surprised.

The salesperson's voice was still cold: "That's the last one."

Jiang Ning sneered: "It's not the last one, you seem to have said that it was specially reserved for him, and that the film is free of charge."

The salesperson's face changed drastically: "Comrade, don't talk nonsense."

"You sell me a camera and I'll pretend I didn't see anything!"

Jiang Ning chuckled.

Cameras are a hot commodity, and many people want to buy them, so they need to rely on connections to go through the back door.

The salesperson was helpless and took her a Seagull foldable 120mm camera from behind the counter, asking for 132 yuan.

There were also Shantou films, 1.12 yuan, and Jiang Ning asked for ten at a time.