Siheyuan: Pushing Huairu, the Prime Minister admits defeat

Li Weijun drove Qin Huairu away from the city gate tower and headed towards the surrounding wilderness. The road conditions were bad, with many gravel and earth potholes, and the impact of the summer rain made the road muddy.

But because this specially modified off-road jeep is not only bulletproof, but also has a powerful internal combustion engine and high-quality wheels, riding in it is not as bumpy as imagined.

"Wei Jun, we actually left in a car in front of so many neighbors in Nanluoguxiang. Does this count as elopement?"

Qin Huairu was sitting in the passenger seat, her heart was pounding with excitement. Even now, her heart was still pounding with excitement. For Qin Huairu, getting in this jeep and escaping from sight was undoubtedly a huge challenge.

It is conceivable that if her evil mother-in-law heard the news, she would be furious.

Li Weijun didn't care about it at all. In the past, because of some fear, Qin Huairu could only visit quietly in the middle of the night every day. But now with the old lady's calligraphy, basically as long as Li Weijun didn't go too far and was not discovered by others, there would be no problem.

So Li Weijun wanted Qin Huairu to know that although it was difficult in terms of status, at least she didn't have to hide like before.

"Sister Qin, I've been on a business trip to Shanghai for so many days. I really miss you so much. Come and let me kiss you."

After Li Weijun parked the car by a river, he noticed that there was no one around and a bad idea came to his mind.

As the saying goes, "I stop my car and sit to enjoy the maple forest in the evening, the frosted leaves are redder than the flowers in February." Li Weijun is no exception.

Qin Huairu was in the same situation. Feeling Qin Huairu's enthusiasm, Li Weijun took out some rouge and powder that he had prepared long ago, including a small skirt, nylon stockings bought from the Friendship Store, and light white slender high heels.

Qin Huairu saw Li Weijun took out so many things. She was not happy at first. Instead, she said worriedly: "Weijun, you bought so many gifts in Shanghai. How much did it cost? It's probably equivalent to Shazhu's salary for several months..."

At the same time, Sha Zhu, who was carefully thinking about something in the courtyard, couldn't help but sneeze. He thought he caught a cold and didn't take it seriously.

Seeing that Qin Huairu was worried about the money, Li Weijun comforted her nonchalantly, "Sister Qin, just tell me if you are happy or not. As the saying goes, money can't buy happiness. This is just a small amount of money. How much is my monthly salary now? Guess."

"How much? Fifty?"

Qin Huairu was stunned for a moment, and then she bravely thought of an unrealistic number. In Qin Huairu's opinion, although projectionist and purchasing clerk were lucrative jobs, they were not technical backbones, let alone engineers, and they could not take on important responsibilities. Even with the support of Deputy Factory Director Li Huaide, they could only make more than 50 yuan a month at most.

"Fifty dollars? Too little, too little. Guess higher!"

Li Weijun smiled wickedly, helped Qin Huairu take off her shoes, and carefully tried on the pair of light white high heels purchased at the Friendship Store.

I have to say that although Qin Huairu's hands are covered with calluses from frequent pounding and washing clothes, her pair of jade feet are still fresh and charming. Her foot shape and arch are perfect. Her feet are neither fat nor thin, and she is very well-behaved and clingy.

I can only say that the legs are playing for a year series...

While Li Weijun was helping Qin Huairu put on her shoes, Qin Huairu still tilted her head and carefully guessed the number. After being denied one after another, her heart was in turmoil. She said in disbelief: "Ah, it's not fifty, not sixty, and not a hundred. It can't be three hundred yuan a month!"

Seeing that Qin Huairu's guess was correct this time, Li Weijun nodded proudly: "Three hundred yuan, no more, no less, just two hundred yuan more than No. 1 Middle School."

"Three hundred dollars more, just a simple thing?"

Qin Huairu looked at Li Weijun who was calm and composed, and covered her mouth in surprise. His excited look was so pleasing to the eye.

You should know that in Nanluoguxiang, Yi Zhonghai's monthly salary of 100 yuan was already the highest in the whole alley. Ordinary department-level cadres only earned a few dozen yuan a month.

So even in the capital, under the feet of the emperor, those who earn 8 yuan a month are considered upper-class people who enjoy a life of luxury. Moutai is only yuan a bottle. What does it mean to be able to buy more than ten bottles of Moutai a month?

As a result, Li Weijun's monthly salary was only 300 yuan. Under this astonishingly huge figure, even Yi Zhonghai's 100 yuan seemed a little pitiful.

Seeing Qin Huairu gasping in surprise and delight, Li Weijun said indifferently, "Sister Qin, don't you care whether this is illegal income? If you don't ask where the money came from, what if I committed a crime?"

Qin Huairu shook her head, "Look at what you said. I believe you are not such a person. Besides, I am a woman and I don't know any twists and turns or big principles. I just know that if you treat me well, I will treat you well. Isn't it the same as marrying a chicken and following the chicken, marrying a dog and following the dog?"

These extremely gentle words made Li Weijun salivate with anticipation, and he was eager to comfort her.

"Sister Qin, the old lady said that I can run as fast as a cheetah. I am an athlete and assistant coach of a professional track and field team. I am a cadre. I will go to Liben to participate in the World Olympics soon. I will travel abroad and show my pride to little Liben what it means to be a hero. Otherwise, why would the old lady mention this calligraphy?"

Li Weijun explained patiently while pulling at his clothes.

"A track and field athlete? Oh, you can even go abroad. That's a good thing, Weijun. Hiss, Weijun, you're pressing down on my hair..."

As the brand new jeep shook and swayed, a melody suddenly sounded.

It has to be said that Li Weijun was indeed hungry during this period, although Jiang Xifeng was also an outstanding beauty, and even had a cold and domineering demeanor.

But Jiang Xifeng was too strong and always liked to be on top, unlike Qin Huairu, who could go up or down and deal with all kinds of complicated terrains.

Plus, since there were no worries, they felt free and happy with each other.

Li Weijun still likes voluptuous types like Qin Huairu, but eating only meat is not enough. Eating some vegetarian food occasionally to relieve the greasiness is the right choice.

There is no need to say much about Qin Huairu. As the saying goes, a woman is like a wolf at thirty. At this time, Qin Huairu is like a cannon jar, and she will explode at any moment.

Fortunately, the location chosen by Li Weijun has a superior geographical location. Most farmers passing by would not notice this place. Otherwise, there would be a risk of exposure due to such obvious bumps and fluctuations.

As the saying goes, spring nights are short and the sun rises high. From then on, the king no longer holds court early in the morning, and becomes addicted to the land of tenderness, which is quite interesting.