Re-employment of divorced and abandoned women

Outside the nickname, the prince of Fang's Group, known as Mr. Xiao Fang, was shocked to pick up and deliver milk babies in the downtown area. The Fang's Group was suspected of going bankrupt——

Jiang Qingyan sat up from the bed suddenly, the alarm clock was already ringing.

Zhizhi's small head bumped into Jiang Qingyan's forehead.

"Zhizhi hurts!" Zhizhi pressed her forehead, tears almost burst out.

"Flying pain, flying painful." Jiang Qingyan hurriedly pulled her daughter back, hugged her in her arms and rubbed her head.

Zhizhi was comforted by her mother, and the tears that were already in the corners of her eyes receded.

It's strange, Zhizhi used to be called to wake up, and she still has a lot of energy to wake up.Today is the sun coming out from the west?

Jiang Qingyan is in a dilemma these days: one is that the school starts too late, and the teacher complains;

Difficulty: The time to go to work is too early, and I have to step on the clock to go to work after delivering Zhizhi. Although it only takes a minute or two, the punch card machine is too sophisticated, and I have already been late twice.

For the third time, even Lin Fan might want to talk to her...

Therefore, Jiang Qingyan had no other choice.

You see, she was so anxious that she had nightmares at night.In the Piansheng dream, Fang Yi was still the face that turned all living beings upside down, as always, the same as before.

Jiang Qingyan laughed at herself and laughed.

Also, people who don't have to run around for their livelihood are always more comfortable and comfortable.

Unlike her, when she opened her eyes, she was daily necessities. In her twenties, she was already used to being busy, accustomed to bumps, and seeing the joys and sorrows of people who have seen all the favors.

Today, Jiang Qingyan felt a little lost for some reason.

Compared to her, that person is really well-off and well-off.That's why she has the intention to continue teasing her?

like?Ah……

An indifferent smile reappeared on the corner of Jiang Qingyan's mouth, she thought lightly: Cheap Filipino maid, you don't need it for nothing... It's just a good life and getting used to it, and I want to add some trouble to myself...

Anyway, she, Jiang Qingyan, doesn't have much money, so she can afford 200 yuan when the time comes...and she can afford it.

"Zhizhi, you woke up so early today, did you sleep well yesterday?" Jiang Qingyan hugged Zhizhi in her arms, longing for the sweet fragrance of the baby.

Only at this time, the empty chattering heart was filled again.

What daily necessities, what trivial life, what staying up late and getting up early, what workplace introspection...... Bury your face into Zhizhi's body, everything is floating clouds.

Children have an innate sweet taste, Zhizhi is like a soft pillow.

No wonder children like dolls, Jiang Qingyan also likes doll-like branches...

Zhizhi nodded: "It's very good."

What Zhizhi said was the truth.She is very excited today because a new aunt will come to take her to kindergarten today.

Zhi Zhi likes this new aunt very much, how to put it, she is young, beautiful, and will bring her a sister rabbit.

Although Zhizhi is small, she also has unique taste - she is the kind of person who "appearance is justice".

Just like that day, Jiang Qingyan asked her: Do you like Xiaoyu very much?So just help with maintenance?

Jiang Qingyan is even happy to think that Zhizhi has a simple and chivalrous heart, defying power, and helping the weak?The chivalrous men in Gu Long's novels are all like this, walking the world with their swords.

Zhizhi replied: Xiaoyu is beautiful.I like pretty girls.

Jiang Qingyan: ...

Zhi Zhi pursed her mouth, her small eyes rolled around.

The beautiful aunt also promised her to bring her a whole bag of chocolates to eat today-of course, she couldn't tell her mother.

Of course, mom is the best mom, but mom doesn't let Zhizhi eat too much chocolate.

Zhizhi stuffed three fingers into her mouth together. She had a chocolate-flavored dream yesterday. In the dream, she was lying on a chocolate cloud, eating one bite at a time.

Zhi Zhi woke up with a smile.After waking up, she realized that it was not dawn yet, but Zhizhi patiently waited until dawn.

That's why Zhizhi bumped into her mother's head—it really hurts.

Zhizhi rubbed her forehead: "Is mom going to be late for school? Let's hurry up."

"I won't be late." Jiang Qingyan's face was full of black lines. She had a nightmare. In the dream, gossip was flying around. The magazine was full of Fang Yi's face, and there were countless explosive red headlines. An illegitimate child, what is the secret history of the wealthy family...

Jiang Qingyan woke up abruptly.

If it weren't for the pressure of livelihood, would she be like this?Bisheng Zhizhi is really a young and carefree child, so happy under any circumstances...

Fang Yi knocked on the door at eight o'clock on time.

Jiang Qingyan just finished feeding Zhizhi the last bite of breakfast.

When Zhizhi heard the knock on the door, she quickly stood on her dining chair, holding the spoon high: "I'll open the door, I'll open the door, I'll go!!"

Very positive and unusual.

Jiang Qingyan was a bit bitter: "So excited? Like that aunt so much?"

Sighing in my heart, it really is blood relationship, really...

Zhi Zhi's eyes rolled, she covered her mouth with her hands, she couldn't tell her mother that she had a whole bag of chocolates to eat right away.

Fang Yi saw that the table was full of mess, even if it was an angelic baby, it would inevitably be a tough battle when it comes to eating.

"I'll feed Zhi Zhi, you... have some breakfast yourself..." Fang Yi was suddenly at a loss, she bought breakfast downstairs.

I don't know what Jiang Qingyan's appetite and preferences are now, she bought everything, buns, tea eggs, soup dumplings, milk, soy milk, deep-fried dough sticks and rice balls...

But when he got to the door, he felt timid again.

What if Jiang Qingyan thinks she is meddling in her own business and throws people and things out?what to do?

Fang Yi arrived just after seven o'clock, and had run upstairs and downstairs four or five times. This was not good, and that was not good.

For a while, I feel that the time is really early, for a while, I feel that the milk is a bit cold, and for a while, I dislike the juicy soup dumplings...

What's even more uncertain is, won't it be counterproductive for her to act so rashly?

In the end, they stayed up until eight o'clock before they knocked on Jiang Qingyan's door.

It was nothing more than a red bean paste bun when I reached out and handed it to her.

Fang Yi remembered that Jiang Qingyan didn't like meat buns, she liked sweet bean paste or custard.

He also pretended to be casual and said: "I bought it downstairs, and I found out that it was red bean paste when I bought it. I...don't like red bean paste." It seemed to be a deliberate explanation.

There is also a big bag of breakfast, all thrown in the high-profile and luxurious supercar, regardless of the thinness of the soy milk bag, the whole set of cushions may be scrapped at any time.

Jiang Qingyan just raised her eyebrows lightly: "I've eaten." She cleaned up the breakfast table while talking, and took the egg shells and leftover food to the kitchen sink.

Fang Yi stretched out her hand, but no one answered it, and she felt embarrassed.

"Oh, it's okay." But he still had to force himself, pretending to be casual, "The red bean paste bun is also very delicious, I will... eat it by myself in a while."

Jiang Qingyan turned around and put her hands on the pool: "A few things to pay attention to."

"Tell me." Fang Yi also looked stern, her heart pounding. Since the reunion, Jiang Qingyan has never said so many words to her at once.

"Children in the Miao class can only enter the kindergarten at nine o'clock, and they can't come early—" She looked at the clock on the wall, "It might be a little early to go now. If you arrive early, you should stay away from the school, otherwise..." She wanted to say something And stop.

"Pick me up on time at four o'clock in the evening. If you are late, even for a minute or two, please call me in advance."

"You don't need to do anything else, just deliver and pick up on time."

"Yes."

Fang Yi didn't take it seriously: it's just a kindergarten, does it need to be like this?

Also, listening to Jiang Qingyan's words, Zhizhi seems to be particularly concerned about the pick-up time?As if something happened?

Fang Yi squinted her eyes. What kind of school is it that teachers, classmates and parents are so difficult to serve?I'm afraid I didn't go to kindergarten, but I went to a master's class, right?

Zhizhi was not happy.

Auntie promised to bring her chocolates, but she only brought a bean paste bun? ?

Did she have some misunderstanding about chocolate?

Jiang Qingyan squatted down, and lightly touched the top of Zhizhi's head: "Zhizhi, mom is going to work, goodbye to mom."

Zhizhi was unhappy, her head was downcast, her hands were behind her back, this auntie was too bad, she didn't let her tell her mother, now she can't tell her anything.

What a good and bad auntie...

Zhizhi pouted.

"Zhizhi, you can hang the oil bottle on your mouth." Jiang Qingyan hung Zhizhi's mouth with her finger, "Why are you suddenly unhappy?"

"Hmph." Zhizhi muttered, "Mom, why didn't you send me off?"

"Because mom has to go to work."

"Oh, if you don't go to work, we won't have food to eat." Zhizhi nodded, although she knew it a long time ago, she still couldn't help repeating.

It is repetition and constant persuasion.

"Well, who made our family poor." Zhi Zhi said, she waved to Jiang Qingyan, "You should come back soon."

These words, like a whip, hit Fang Yi's body.

What did Zhizhi say?

She even said: Are they poor?

What kind of poverty is it that a three-year-old child knows the definition of poverty?

Fang Yi was very bitter, as if he had chewed coptis in his mouth.

Jiang Qingyan nodded to Fang Yi: "Please."

Fang Yi felt like facing an enemy: "Why are you so polite...it should be."

There is no basis for saying this.

What should be?

Should share the joy of pregnancy with her, rejoice, hold her up and dance;

I should accompany her for the obstetric check-up, admission to the hospital, and the busy schedule;

You should guard her, even if you can't share her pain, at least you can share her mood;

There should be no big details, getting up ten times a night, changing diapers, breastfeeding, doing everything by myself...

That's what it should be.

What is she doing now?

Pick up Zhizhi, and nothing else needs her to do.

And Jiang Qingyan even politely said to her, "Please."

That politeness, that alienation, that... made Fang Yi feel like a thorn in his back.

When the door was closed, Fang Yi realized that Jiang Qingyan had already left.

She didn't procrastinate at all, after explaining what she should explain, after waving goodbye to Zhizhi, she closed the door neatly.

It was as if a world had been closed.

Fang Yi seemed to have lost all his strength.She could no longer hold the bun in her hand, and put it on the table.

"Hmph! Liar!" Zhi Zhi put his hands on his hips, not giving Fang Yi any face, "You liar, hmph!"

"Ah?" Fang Yi didn't expect that the gentle and jade-like cutie would get angry at her?

"Zhizhi?" Fang Yi was a little uncertain, and wanted to step forward to pull Zhizhi's hand.

But Zhi Zhi kicked Fang Yi's calf.

Don't look at Zhizhi, he is small, but his legs are super strong.

Fang Yi was kicked suddenly, grinning her teeth in pain.

"Zhizhi..."

Zhizhi: "Hmph!"

Not even a face was left for Fang Yi.

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Zhizhi: Mom, I avenged you.