Siheyuan: After being robbed of her marriage, she married Zheng Juan backhandedly

Rolling mill.

Xu Damao rubbed his hands, waiting nervously.

Not long after, the matchmaker brought Lou Xiao'e over.

Lou Xiaoe is the factory director's daughter, and Xu Damao is the projectionist in the factory. The two have a common identity—worker.

As long as there is this point, no one will comment on the blind date between the two.

The matchmaker introduced the two of them to each other, and then said, "Talk first."

"Okay...okay—Ah Choo!"

Before Xu Damao finished speaking, he sneezed.

Lou Xiaoe burst out laughing.

Xu Damao is not good-looking, but he is tall, and his nose is red from the cold. Although he is holding back, his body is still swaying involuntarily.

This guy looks silly, but he seems to be fine.

Lou Xiaoe was originally very resistant to this blind date, but at this time she suddenly had a little more understanding.

"Come in and talk."

Lou Xiaoe couldn't bear him being so cold.

"Oh, good."

Xu Damao was also stupid. If he knew it was so cold, he wouldn't pretend to be so tough if he was killed.

Entering the room, the two chatted without saying a word.

"I heard that there is a man named Cheng Zhiguo in your factory, who is very good?" Lou Xiaoe suddenly remembered the young man her father mentioned yesterday, and asked curiously, "Do you know him?"

"Cheng Zhiguo?"

Xu Damao frowned. Does Lou Xiao'e like Cheng Zhiguo?

It's really possible that Cheng Zhiguo has a pretty face, is very popular with girls, and has strong personal abilities. He has only been in the factory for a few years, and he has become a fifth-level worker.

But now he is on a blind date, so what does it have to do with that kid.

"Yes, he and I belong to the same courtyard."

Lou Xiaoe showed surprise: "Really?"

She didn't expect such a coincidence.

"Is he really as powerful as my dad said? He became a fifth-level worker after seven years in the factory, and the things he made have never been wrong." Lou Xiaoe said excitedly, "Just like the genius in the novel."

When Xu Damao saw this, his teeth itched with hatred.

Cheng Zhiguo, you are a lingering ghost, you are everywhere.

No, I'm on a blind date, how can I let that guy show off.

"Great is indeed great, but I think there is something wrong with that guy's style."

"Oh?"

The smile on Lou Xiaoe's face disappeared, and her expression became serious.

Originally, she just wanted to find a common topic with Xu Damao, but she didn't expect to hear Xu Damao's comment like this.

These days, the issue of style is a big one.

Just as he was thinking about whether to end the topic, he heard Xu Damao say on his own: "That kid's monthly salary is about the same as mine, just over 30 yuan, but do you know what he eats every day?

Big fish and big meat!

It's true, there's almost meat in every meal, you'll know it when you inquire about it. "

"You know, even Yi Zhonghai, the old eighth-level fitter in our yard, can eat a meal of meat a month, which is not bad. How can he get so much money from Cheng Zhiguo. So I think there must be something behind his back, saying You might be doing some speculative business."

"Really?" Lou Xiaoe suddenly lost the desire to chat.

"More than that, just a few days ago, he just killed a family in our courtyard, and almost poisoned his family of five."

Xu Damao told the story of Jia's poisoning again.

Of course, the previous grievances between the two families and the antidote given by Cheng Zhiguo were ignored.

Lou Xiaoe frowned, showing displeasure.

This is no longer simply a matter of style, it is a crime.

Could it be that the elite in the factory is a moth that looks good on the surface but is actually doing all kinds of evil?
Seeing her expression, Xu Damao secretly heaved a sigh of relief, but at the same time couldn't help feeling complacent.

Cheng Zhiguo, Cheng Zhiguo, don't blame me for being ruthless, if you want to blame it, blame yourself for being indiscreet and eating alone.

Every time the Cheng family cooks, he is also the one who secretly drools, but Cheng Zhiguo never tells him to taste it.

Not only that, that kid never seemed to think highly of him, even if he rushed to chat, the kid didn't bother to pay attention to him.

That being the case, don't blame him for being rude.

As Lou Xiao'e, just a few casual words can make Cheng Zhiguo feel overwhelmed.

When the time comes to drive Cheng Zhiguo out of the courtyard, he will see who else in the courtyard dares to look down on him.

Maybe even Qin Huairu would be grateful to Dade and throw himself into his arms instead.

Thinking of this, Xu Damao became more and more excited, and said again: "Let me tell you, this is nothing, there are more serious things!"

"Oh?"

"Do you know that there is a woman living in Chengzhi's country, but the two of them are not married..."

……

"came back."

Zheng Juan saw Cheng Zhiguo bringing back a lot of things in large and small bags, and hurriedly greeted her, "Didn't you go to work today?"

"Have a half-day leave."

What he needs in the system, he puts it directly, and what he carries in his hand is for home use.

"Come on, let's see how the padded jacket I bought for you is like."

Cheng Zhiguo took out the padded jacket and handed it to Zheng Juan.

"Why did I still buy it? The one I'm wearing is quite warm."

Although she said so, the smile on Zheng Juan's face betrayed her mood.

"It has just snowed, and it will be very cold these few days. These military coats, you will wear them when you go out."

"If my mother sees it, she will definitely say that you have spent money recklessly."

Cheng Zhiguo corrected: "Our mother."

Zheng Juan gave her a blank look and ignored her.

Then there were some sauces, vinegar and salt. Cheng Zhiguo didn't want Zheng Juan to go out in the cold, so he bought them all along the way.

"Let me clean it up, you go to the fire to keep warm."

"it is good."

When Cheng Zhiguo came to the stove, he saw Guangming touching the brand he had made in the past two days little by little.

"Guangming, I will wear more later and take you to the hospital."

"Really?" Guangming was overjoyed.

Zheng Juan didn't bother to pack her things anymore, she hurried over and asked, "Have you made an appointment with the doctor?"

"Ah."

"Then I'll go with you."

"Okay, call your mother, let's go to the restaurant to have a big meal tonight."

"Our family still has a lot of dishes to eat."

Zheng Juan disagreed, Cheng Zhiguo's extravagance sometimes made her tremble with fear.

"Okay then, listen to you."

The three simply tidied up, put on their newly bought coats, and walked to the hospital.

Xiehe Hospital is a large hospital in Sijiu City. It is a bit far from the alley, and the three of them walked for nearly an hour to arrive.

Because I had an appointment in advance, I didn't have to wait long, and the ophthalmologist quickly checked for Guangming.

Zheng Juan waited nervously.

"don’t worry."

Cheng Zhiguo took her hand.

"Ah."

Zheng Juan didn't break free, but clenched even tighter.

After checking for a long time, the doctor called the two over: "The situation is better than I thought."

Zheng Juan breathed a sigh of relief at the doctor's first words.

The doctor smiled and said, "Actually, as long as he can see the light source, there is great hope for a cure. His eyes are well protected. It seems that your parents are also very careful."

Guangming also said: "I feel that I can see more clearly recently than before."

It should be the effect of spring water.Cheng Zhiguo thought.

"At present, there are two options for his situation, one is medical treatment, and the other is surgery."

"Drug treatment is milder, but the effect is limited. At most, it can make things dimly seen, and it can be done without affecting life."

"Surgical treatment is more thorough and can restore the level of normal people, but there are some risks, and—"

The doctor paused before saying, "The cost is not low."

Zheng Juan immediately looked at Cheng Zhiguo nervously.

"Then surgical treatment." Cheng Zhiguo said without any hesitation, "The cost is not a problem."

Zheng Juan asked, "How much does it cost?"

The doctor raised a finger: "I probably need these."

"One hundred? Not bad."

Zheng Juan breathed a sigh of relief, although it was a bit much, but they could afford it, and it wouldn't make things difficult for Cheng Zhiguo.

The doctor smiled and said, "It's one thousand."