Allow her to be pampered

"I bought some fruits that night and went home, so I ordered the kitchen to make frosted hawthorns, thinking about giving them to you to satisfy your hunger."

Wu Qingzhi spoke softly, but his movements were very restrained. He didn't pick up the hawthorn to feed Chi Rong, but watched her puff up her cheeks while eating on her own.

On the other side, after listening to the conversation between the two of them, Zhang Qifang asked with a teasing smile: "Mr. Chi Rong eats hawthorn? Could it be that you are happy?"

As soon as the words fell, there was a pop, and it was Chi Rong who choked his throat, and then coughed loudly and hastily.

Seeing this, Wu Qingzhi hurriedly patted Chi Rong on the back, and complained slightly to Zhang Qifang: "Mr. Zhang, my wife is young and thin-skinned, so I can't make such a joke next time, don't scare her. "

Chi Rong also gradually recovered from the cough, and immediately argued: "Mr. Zhang, what are you talking about! I can't hurt, hurt that Xixi! I just love hawthorn!"

Chi Rong and Wu Qingzhi haven't consummated their marriage, so naturally they won't be pregnant, but this is a private matter between the two of them, and it cannot be shared with outsiders.

What's more, the two have been married for several months. If the fact that they have not consummated their marriage for a long time is exposed, they will definitely be judged.

Chi Rong's tone was resolute, and Zhang Qifang was simply joking, so he passed the words with a haha.

The car drove for a long distance, and after a while, it finally stopped in front of a workshop.

The three got out of the car one after another, Zhang Qifang walked at the front, Wu Qing's relatives opened the door for Chi Rong, and even held hands with her for a moment, thinking that it was working hours, he let go of his hands again, and only walked together side by side.

It is called a workshop here, but the scale is so large that it can be called a factory, but the workers here still use the secret leather-making method of the Northwest Old Pifang, so the name is not changed.

But seeing the open space in this workshop, countless wooden racks are lined up one by one to dry the leather. The leather hangs vertically, covering the road ahead, and the courtyard is like a maze.

Chi Rong looked around, amazed again and again.

On the other side, Wu Qingzhi picked up a piece of leather casually, and gently dug it inside with his nails, before agreeing to Zhang Qifang: "It's ready for delivery."

Chi Rong couldn't understand this behavior, so she leaned forward and asked, "Will you be able to see why if you pick the skin?"

Wu Qingzhi said: "If the leather is too dry, it means cutting corners when applying fat. If the leather is too wet, it means that the drying time is not enough. You will understand after seeing more."

Chi Rong nodded half-knowingly, but he admired Wu Qingzhi in his heart.

In the past, she only knew that Wu Qingzhi was strategizing and good at dancing with long sleeves, and now, working together, she realized that Wu Qingzhi is an all-rounder who is not a gentleman.

And followed Wu Qingzhi into the workshop under the eaves. There was a pool of deep water in the workshop, which was dirty in color and gave off a pungent smell of caustic soda.

A worker was dipping several raw hides with fine hairs into the pool, the water splashed slowly, and Wu Qingzhi was about to protect Chi Rong behind him.

"Chi Rong, be careful not to burn your hands with alkaline water."

After Wu Qingzhi spoke softly, he took Chi Rong to watch the other leather-making steps carefully.

He was patient and careful, explaining the detailed rules thoroughly. He only said that the management of goods should not only count the quantity, but also check the quality of the goods, so he taught Chi Rong to remember.

In the workshop, there was a lot of noise and smells, but Wu Qingzhi ignored it and concentrated on it.

Chi Rong then memorized what Wu Qingzhi said, and wrote them down in his notebook one by one, then squirmed his lips again, and finally hung his head in shame.

Seeing this, Wu Qingzhi thought that Chi Rong was dizzy from the smell of alkaline water, so he couldn't care less, and immediately dragged her out of the workshop.

"Chi Rong, are you okay?"

Zhang Qifang was still inspecting in the shop, and there was no one around outside. Wu Qingzhi reached out and stroked Chi Rong's cheek, and said with concern, "The environment here is indeed a bit harsh, but you don't need to come here often in the future. The leather goods are all packed and sent to the store. You don't have to suffer like this."

Chi Rong stared at him, but shook his head heavily, and asked, "Do you usually come here often?"

"I'm the boss, so I have to do everything myself and lead by example."

After Wu Qing's words, Chi Rong felt his nose sore, and his heart ached.

"I finally figured it out! Why is your illness recovering so slowly! You have to approve official documents, supervise the delivery, and pick me up to school. You are so busy every day. Can you get better?"

Chi Rong's voice trembled, and was half drowned by the loud noise of the workshop, but Wu Qingzhi still heard these words clearly.

He rubbed the top of Chi Rong's hair with his hand, and his tone was full of tenderness: "Chi Rong, with your thoughts on me, I will be busy."

When Wu Qingzhi talked about his work to Chi Rong, he always simplified the complicated things. He explained the things very insignificantly, no matter how tired or busy he was, he finally carried them alone.

Just like today's work, when Chi Rong came to do it, it was hard work, but it was him, but he felt that it should be done. If Chi Rong hadn't seen it in person, Wu Qingzhi would probably still keep silent.

His preference for Chi Rong is in every detail, and he never misses anything.

Chi Rong sniffled her nose and choked up her sobs for a while, her eye circles turned red, but she couldn't utter a word.

"...You, just wait and see, wait and see how I can do this job well!"

After a long time, Chi Rong finally choked out a word.

As soon as the words fell, Chi Rong regretted it, but clenched his fists tightly in self-hatred.

She originally thought of ten thousand words in her heart, all of which were distressing, and wanted to share the worries with you, but these love words after another, went around in her heart tenderly, and finally failed to form a sentence.

Chi Rong immediately hated his stubborn mouth.

On the other side, after Wu Qingzhi heard it, he smiled slightly and replied softly: "Well, I will always watch you."

His voice was so gentle and nuanced that Chi Rong could only feel his eye sockets getting hot, and almost burst into tears.

In the workshop, Zhang Qifang had already inspected the work, and was instructing the foreman on packing the boxes. After he finished, he called Wu Qingzhi and Chi Rong back by car.

The three of them looked at each other, Zhang Qifang saw that Chi Rong's eyes were red, and immediately burst out laughing: "Master, seeing Chi Rong-jun like this, I know you are taking good care of her!"

After laughing, he turned to Chi Rong again, and asked with a smile, "Your eyes hurt from lye water today? Mr. Chi Rong, you need to practice hard in the future!"

There was no one else around, so the three of them chatted all the way, besides work, they even chatted about family matters.

Zhang Qifang only said that the pineapple was to lean on, and the picture would never change. I wish the two of them a lot of love.

Wu Qingzhi nodded his thanks, but Chi Rong remained silent for a long time.

Finally, the car drove back to the firm, still Zhang Qifang went first, and the two of them followed.

Wu Qingzhi was about to step out of the car, but was suddenly pulled back by Chi Rong.

So he asked patiently: "What's the matter, Chi Rong?"

But seeing Chi Rong tightly tugging on Wu Qingzhi's sleeve, his lips and teeth fighting, his eyes wandering, he finally whispered red-faced: "Wu Qingzhi, I like you."

Swallowing, Chi Rongfu said again: "So I will work hard this time, I... I also want rewards."

"Kiss me, okay?"

The voice was thin and weak, but Wu Qingzhi still listened to it verbatim.

So he stooped.

Lips meet, fingers intertwined, feeling uncontrollable.

So they didn't realize that Peng Yiru was standing at the door of the firm, looking at it with cold eyes.