Siheyuan: promoted to director, sub-district office to send wife

The salesperson felt as sick as eating a fly, and there were many customers pointing at her, as if the mall's policy was really wrong.

Watching them go to Song Jiayun's place, the salesperson's mind moved slightly, and he had the idea of ​​running on them.

People don't offend me, I don't offend people.

She usually serves every customer patiently, but today she just met two rude bumpkins who have never seen the world.

The anger in my heart must be vented.

You can't point your nose and curse, and you can't fight with your hands.

Then people are more angry than others, and use other methods to respond to Zhao Qiuyan.

"Comrade, you have chosen another one. You have a good eye. This dress suits your skin tone best."

The salesperson suddenly became very enthusiastic, and the delicate Song Jiayun naturally understood it in seconds.

Eyes raised slightly, from the corner of the eye, the two had noticed her, and nodded with a smile, "This dress was chosen for my sister-in-law, she is still studying."

He Yushuiqi next to her was very cooperative with her sister-in-law, "My sister-in-law has always had a good vision."

The two lesbians are beautiful and can talk, which slowly calmed down the salesperson who was still angry just now.

She also spoke softly, "Yeah, just looking at the white sweater she chose just now, she has a very good eye. Many wives of cadres also came to get this one."

These words are not lying, the knitted sweater shows off the figure, and the waist line is all highlighted, which is very feminine.

Song Jiayun pursed her lips and smiled, neither agreeing nor refuting, her aura was no less than that of other rich wives.

Zhao Qiuyan, who was not far away, was so jealous that she was holding onto Liu Guangtian's hand, and the sharp nails pinched the skin of the man's arm.

"Qiuyan, it hurts!"

"Song Jiayun, why is she here?"

Automatically ignoring Liu Guangtian's words, Zhao Qiuyan narrowed her eyes and walked slowly towards Song Jiayun.

"Yo, don't you really think of yourself as your wife? Don't forget your birthplace, the corner of the mountain where no bird shits."

She purposely looked around just now, but didn't see He Yuzhu's figure.

That's right, silly Zhu has to go to work so busy, where does he have time to go shopping with women?

Song Jiayun was not as embarrassing as she imagined, but she spoke calmly with clear eyes, "Of course I know my identity. I married from the countryside to the city of Forty-Nine. What's wrong? Are the three generations of farmers guilty?"

A rhetorical question stumped Zhao Qiuyan.

If she answered that she was guilty, she probably wouldn't be able to go back to the courtyard today, and would be invited directly to drink tea by the staff of the street office.

Not guilty, doesn't it just reflect that he was deliberately targeting Song Jiayun just now?
——What's the matter with this girl?Comrade salesman, who was picking on faults just now, is now criticizing this girl for no reason, that's bad enough.

——He keeps saying that she is from the corner of the mountain. I think she is someone who has never seen the world and has no self-knowledge.

——Where do you think the man next to you is going to be?I can't control my woman's mouth. If I were him, I would be ashamed and divorced when I go back!

These days, few people really dare to divorce, because the elders on both sides will not agree.

No matter what the reason for divorce is, the woman will be under tremendous pressure and will be pointed at the spine.

Therefore, the sound of discussion reached Zhao Qiuyan's ears, and she almost fainted on the spot.

He gave the crowd a hard look, but because there were too many customers, he couldn't find who said the sentence.

Song Jiayun ignored the crazy woman and continued to choose clothes with the sister-in-law.

He Yuzhu, who was still sitting in the corner, heard the dispute and wanted to get up to teach Zhao Qiuyan a lesson.

But Zuo felt a kind of curiosity, wanting to see how the daughter-in-law was going to deal with it.

If it doesn't work, if he goes out to rescue the scene in time, he will definitely not let his wife suffer.

"Song Jiayun, you wear such white clothes, are you afraid of getting dirty when doing housework? You don't need to use your brain at all, and the black ones are more affordable."

Zhao Qiuyan followed in Song Jiayun's footsteps again, triumphantly showing that she was smarter.

And he showed her the dusty gown in his hand, "It's more than five yuan, and my family Guangtian bought it without blinking an eye.

Hey, He Yuzhu didn't follow?Then how do you settle the bill? I heard that shopping malls cannot accept credit casually. "

"Hey~ You still have to do housework at home? I'm different from you, Yu Zhu won't let me touch anything."

Song Jiayun's tone was very surprised, as if it was unacceptable for women to do housework.

"This white one, you don't have to worry about it getting dirty after wearing it for a year. Why do you have to think about affordability when buying clothes? As long as you like it."

The rational He Yushui gave his sister-in-law an assist in time, "I don't understand, my elder brother has repeatedly told me that my sister-in-law is the hostess when she enters the house, and she cannot be ordered to work.

Zhao Qiuyan, the clothes you bought look like those worn by your mother-in-law. "

The two cooperated, and there was no way to be stubborn about what Zhao Qiuyan said.

What was even more irritating was still behind, Song Jiayun stepped forward to touch the fabric, nodded thoughtfully,

"No wonder five yuan is not a big deal. What about Qiuyan, why don't you save money? Otherwise, you can wear the padded jacket you wear."

The coat that Zhao Qiuyan was wearing was splashed with toner by her the day before yesterday.

Although the oil stains have been dried off, two large oily spots have formed on the chest, and you need to bury it as much as you want.

Embarrassed, Zhao Qiuyan covered it with both hands. This strange posture made people even more curious.

"On credit? I didn't even know there was such a thing. It seems that you have already made preparations. Yuzhu's money is on me, why do I need him to pay?"

Song Jiayun asked the salesperson curiously while speaking, "Do you have to be a man to check out here?"

It was a funny sentence, but it felt very cute when it came out of her mouth.

Because she heard that Zhao Qiuyan was being squeezed inside and out, the salesperson was already happy in her heart, and quickly replied, "How is it possible, comrade, you can choose with confidence, men and women are treated equally."

The onlookers burst into laughter, thinking that Zhao Qiuyan's IQ is not very high.

The daughter-in-law was ridiculed, how could Liu Guangtian give up this opportunity to show off, anyway, Sha Zhu was not there.

Directly questioning Song Jiayun's lying, she must have no money.

"You just have an eye addiction, and you won't buy anything later. Comrade salesperson, be careful, don't serve for nothing."

Zhao Qiuyan also followed her husband's words, "That's right, we still have business in service, and she can't afford it."