Reborn 80s to be a rich woman

When An Xiaolan looked up, she saw Yang Jing's serious face. His hand was holding An Zhengwei's. Although Yang Jing looked very thin, An Zhengwei couldn't move at all while holding onto An Zhengwei.

"Yang Jing, I advise you not to meddle in your own business and let me go." An Zhengwei was annoyed when Yang Jing grabbed his hand, and shouted at Yang Jing.

"If you bully girls, I will take care of it. You really look down on me when you do this." Yang Jing said that he put more effort into his hands. He has been climbing up and down outside, so his physical fitness is better than that of An Zhengwei. It hurt more than a little, and at this moment, Yang Jing squeezed it hard, and the wrist hurt like it was about to break.

"What girl, she's my sister." An Zhengwei grinned in pain, but still said firmly.

"It's your sister, you shouldn't bully her, and apologize to her." Yang Jing said, the strength in his hand did not decrease by half.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." An Zhengwei couldn't stand the pain anymore, he said sorry to An Xiaolan several times, and his face turned pale.

An Xiaolan looked at An Zhengwei like this, and felt indescribably happy. In the past, he used to rely on his own strength to bully the three siblings. Now seeing him deflated, An Xiaolan felt that she was in a really good mood .

"Do you accept his apology?" Seeing An Zhengwei's apology, Yang Jing looked at An Xiaolan and asked.

"Well, let him go, I don't want to be as knowledgeable as a mad dog." An Xiaolan looked at An Zhengwei and said.

Actually calling him a mad dog, An Zhengwei was gnashing his teeth in anger at this moment, but helpless, Yang Jing was here, he didn't dare to say anything, he just looked at An Xiaolan with vicious eyes, but unfortunately An Xiaolan didn't care at all.

After Yang Jing let go of An Zhengwei, An Zhengwei ran away in a hurry. After running away for a certain distance, he shouted at the two of them, "You are shameless, bitches, shameless."

An Xiaolan sighed, she didn't know who An Zhengwei learned from, she opened and closed her mouth with such vulgar words, but it was normal, with a grandma like Liu Shi, it was hard not to be vulgar.

An Xiaolan didn't care, but she was afraid that Yang Jing would care, so when she looked up, she saw Yang Jing's indifferent face.

"What's the matter with you? You seem to have something on your mind?" Yang Jing didn't care about An Zhengwei's words at all, but he followed An Xiaolan all the way just now. Seeing that An Xiaolan kept her head down, she obviously had something on her mind.

"I'm thinking about how I can contact my parents. I want them to send us their monthly living expenses directly instead of my grandma. We've already moved out. The money shouldn't have been given to them." An Xiaolan said very firmly.

"You can go to the store next to the village head's house and try it out. It seems that there are information on all the people who go out to work. You can find out if there is a phone number for the factory where your parents work, and if so, you can call it. Tell your mother, but you need money to make calls, and you can call for half an hour for ten cents." Yang Jing looked at An Xiaolan and said, for some reason, he felt that he was willing to help her. For her, Yang Jing I would like to tell her everything I know.

"Thank you, thank you so much." An Xiaolan was overjoyed when she heard the news. If she could contact her parents, it would be easy to talk about everything. "Then I'll go and see first, thank you."

After An Xiaolan finished speaking, she ran towards the store. She couldn't wait to contact her parents. If she could contact them, all difficulties would be solved.

Yang Jing looked at An Xiaolan's back running away, and just smiled slightly. Seeing her happy, he was in a good mood.

An Xiaolan ran non-stop all the way, and ran to the shop next to the village chief's house in one breath, and was already out of breath when she ran there.

"Anzi, what's the matter? How did you run like this?" Aunt Li, who was watching the store, asked An Xiaolan so out of breath.

"Aunt Li, do you have the phone number of my mother's factory?" An Xiaolan took a deep breath and asked hastily after recovering.

"Your mother's factory phone number should be there. Wait a minute, Auntie will look for it for you." Aunt Li said, and began to search for it. After searching for a long time in a large stack of papers, she finally found the record. The pile of phone numbers.

"Aunt Li, is there any?" An Xiaolan couldn't wait to go up and look at it. Now she was afraid that if there was no phone number from her mother's factory here, then all her plans would be in vain.

"Wait, Auntie hasn't found it yet, don't worry, Auntie will look for it for you again." Aunt Li said while searching quickly, and finally found the name of Lin's workplace on the back of the paper .

"Yes, yes, I found it." Aunt Li said hastily.

"Really, great, great..." An Xiaolan almost jumped up happily, "Aunt Li, do you have a telephone here? I want to call my mother."

"Yes, there is. It's just that you need money to make calls. Do you have any?" Although Aunt Li sympathized with An Xiaolan, after all, one yard counts for one yard. If she doesn't take money from everyone, then she may die at a loss.

"Yes, Aunt Li, how much does it cost?" An Xiaolan looked at Aunt Li and asked.

"That depends on how long you've been playing."

"Soon, I'll just finish talking to my mother, probably in ten minutes or so."

"Then you can give me a dime first, and I will refund it to you if it is less than half an hour later." Aunt Li said.

"Okay." An Xiaolan said, took out the dime that she had prepared earlier and handed it to Aunt Li. When Yang Jing told her about the dime for half an hour, she had already prepared it in advance.

"Well, I'll give you the number. You can call." Aunt Li said and handed the paper with the phone number to An Xiaolan.

An Xiaolan dialed the phone number, and after a while, the call was connected.

"Hello, who are you looking for?" Because it was the landline in the factory, an unfamiliar voice answered the phone.

"Hello, I'm looking for Lin Qiying." An Xiaolan squeezed the handset of the landline tightly and said, she was finally able to talk to her mother. In her last life, after she was forced to marry Zhang Song, she couldn't talk to Zhang Song until she died of dystocia. Mom and Dad said a word, so An Xiaolan was very excited when she thought that she could talk to her mother again.