Nine Zero Little Daughter-in-law

"Thank you, Aunt Gao, for your concern. I'm fine."

Yan Wanqing and Gao Xincheng have a long-term cooperative relationship, and she doesn't want to share this matter.

Especially now, Gao Xincheng and Yan Jing are in a hurry to get angry because of Yan Xuehui and Jiang Yanhui.

No matter why she had dinner with Jiang Yanhui, she would lower her impression score.

"It's fine."

Mrs. Gao patted Yan Wanqing on the shoulder, "If you have any unhappy things in the future, you can come to Aunt Gao."

"it is good."

Xiaoyan is basically no different from ordinary people now, except that his speech is still a little awkward. This has something to do with him not speaking for a year, and he will just need to exercise more in the future.

After finishing acupuncture, Yan Wanqing wrote a list to Mrs. Gao.

"Aunt Gao, Xiaoyan doesn't need acupuncture anymore, she will rely on medicine to recuperate in the later stage, or Yan Changting has good western medicine that she can also take."

Yan Wanqing mainly considers that children don't like to take medicine.

After Gao Xincheng got the sanitation permit and business license, he happily told Yan Wanqing, "Wanqing, everything is ready now, I have someone calculate an auspicious day, the 16th of this month, it is suitable for opening."

Yan Wanqing calculated the date, "The 13th is a Saturday, how about a soft opening on the 13th and an official opening on the 16th?"

"Wanqing, let's go together, and I think so too."

"Then it's decided!"

The news that the stewed meat shop was about to open eased Yan Wanqing's bad mood a lot.

She discussed with Gao Xincheng the details of the opening.

"I came to help on Saturdays and Sundays, and came after school on the opening day."

That time after school happens to be peak time.

After taking the needle for Xiaoyan, Yan Wanqing left.

As soon as she went out, she saw Jiang Mo standing opposite.

With a suffocating pain in her heart, Yan Wanqing forced herself to turn her head, as if she didn't see Jiang Mo, and walked to the bus stop expressionlessly.

Jiang Mo stood beside her.

"Wanqing, I apologize to you for what happened last night."

Jiang Mo's deep magnetic voice is low and hoarse.

After those words came out yesterday, he regretted it. He shouldn't have said that about Yan Wanqing.

Jiang Mo regretted it for a day, and after several times of psychological training, he mustered up the courage to come to Yan Wanqing.

"Wanqing, can you forget what happened yesterday and forgive me?"

Jiang Mo promised: "I won't say that kind of thing in the future."

Yan Wanqing didn't answer him.

Seeing the little girl's cold face, Jiang Mo took two steps forward. As soon as he lifted his foot, Yan Wanqing hid aside and stayed away from him.

"Wanqing..."

Jiang Mo wanted to say something, but Yan Wanqing interrupted in a cold voice, "I don't want to listen to you right now."

The trauma he caused to her cannot be healed with a gentle apology, as if nothing happened.

The bus came just in time, Yan Wanqing got on the bus, Jiang Mo followed closely behind, before he stepped on, Yan Wanqing's little white hand blocked him.

"Don't follow me, or I will hate you more and more."

The word 'hate' successfully made Jiang Mo's feet freeze in mid-air.

He dropped his right foot, "Where are you going?"

"go home."

"Send me a message when you get home."

Yan Wanqing didn't speak, but Jiang Mo knew that the default was to deny it.

He watched helplessly as the car door closed and Yan Wanqing got further and further away from him.

Jiang Mo smiled wryly and sat on the steps of the bus stop.

Zhang Wang drove over, stopped in front of him, and rolled down the window, "Why, didn't you get the beauty's forgiveness?"

Jiang Mo hummed.

Zhang Wang got out of the car, looked down at Jiang Mo, and kicked his toes, "Then what are you doing here, pretending to be lonely or deep?"

"I do not have."

"Jiang Mo, don't you know how tight your time is? If you have the time to squat here in a daze, why don't you go to work."

"Not interested."

"If you don't feel like working, go after her. You're showing pain here, can Wanqing see it?"

Jiang Mo was discouraged: "She doesn't want me to follow."

When Zhang Wang heard this, he kicked Jiang Mo again angrily, "She doesn't want you to follow me? When did the Jiang Mo I know become so obedient?"

Seeing that Jiang Mo was indifferent, Zhang Wang bent down and looked directly at him.

"Jiang Mo, you were not like this before. When you encounter setbacks, you face them, when you encounter difficulties, you solve them, and when you quarrel, you seek reconciliation. It's so disappointing that you face it negatively."

Jiang Mo's thin lips were pressed together.

A cyan line appeared on her rosy lips.

"It is impossible for two people to be together for a long time without conflicts. If you want to go on with Wanqing, then think about how to treat Wanqing and the relationship between you."

That's all Zhang Wang said, and the rest is up to Jiang Mo to understand.

He believed that Jiang Mo could figure it out.

"Where are you going, I'll take you off."

"I'll go by myself in a while!"

"Don't sit here, it will affect other people's rides."

Jiang Mo stood up, put his hands in his pockets and left.

Zhang Wang looked at his back and shook his head helplessly. No matter how mature Jiang Mo was, there were still things he couldn't handle.

……

Yan Wanqing got home and received a call from the publishing house.

Su Liang on the other side of the phone asked, "Wanqing, have you had any unhappy things recently?"

"No."

"Since there is no unhappy thing, why did you write the last chapter so sad?"

Yan Wanqing's latest manuscript was not bad overall, but the sadness of the sharp turn at the end caught Su Liang a little off guard.

And he found that the paper of the manuscript was stained with water.

Do this line of thought are more delicate.

"I just feel that the protagonist's relationship is too smooth, and I want to add some flavor to them."

"The seasoning without any foreshadowing is too sudden, aren't you afraid that readers won't be able to accept it?"

"Editor Su, do you need to pave the way for a quarrel with your lover?" Yan Wanqing said: "A woman's mood in love is inherently uncertain."

Su Liang always felt that Yan Wanqing's words were talking about herself.

"Some parts of your manuscript need to be polished. I'll make some changes. Do you have any objections?"

"How do you want to change it?"

Yan Wanqing created this novel with all her heart, and she didn't want her hard work to be changed beyond recognition.

Su Liang mentioned the changes, "If you are not satisfied with my plan, you can go to the publishing house, we will discuss the revision plan, and you can change it yourself."

"Can I leave school tomorrow afternoon?"

She is not in the mood today.

Su Liang thought for a while, "Yes."

When Yan Wanqing came home, there were a few peeled eggs on the table.

The aunt said: "Go to school tomorrow, roll your eyes with eggs, don't go to school red and swollen."

"Auntie, thank you."

"You child, you are always so polite to me."

The aunt didn't tell Yan Wanqing that Jiang Mo came over as soon as she left the house today. He asked her to cook some eggs and told her not to tell Yan Wanqing.