Reborn in 80s, throw away the scumbag and hug the rough husband tightly

Song Wei raised her eyes and looked at Jin Hengchuan carefully. She had been too busy recently and was very tired during the day. She came back at night to wash up and then went to bed. She hadn't looked at him carefully for a long time.

Jin Hengchuan was a little embarrassed when Song Wei looked at him, "Weiwei, why are you looking at me like this?"

"Hengchuan, after this period of busy work is over and everything is on track, how about we have a baby?"

Jin Hengchuan froze. He had actually wanted a child for a long time. However, Song Wei had been busy opening a store and running classes during this period. Seeing that Song Wei was so tired every day, he really didn't know why. Open your mouth.

Song Wei looked at Jin Hengchuan in trance and called softly, "Hengchuan, you..."

Before Song Wei finished speaking, Jin Hengchuan hugged her into his arms, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise, "Okay, Weiwei, everything is up to you."

In her last life, she had never experienced the feeling of being a mother. In her last life, Kong Qi spent almost all of her time hanging out with Zhang Mingzhu. In this life, she not only wanted to make up for Jin Hengchuan, but also had the fruit of her love with Jin Hengchuan.

The next day, Song Wei went to the boss who introduced decoration materials to her last time, named Wang Daquan, and asked him to help introduce a decoration master.

When the class opened, Wang Daquan also went to see it. The decoration of Song Wei's class was very good. He felt that she was quite talented in decoration, so he recommended that she draw a simple design by herself. He helped find masons, carpenters and As a handyman, just decorate according to her requirements.

In this way, you can save a lot of money compared to outsourcing everything to others, but you just need to spend some time and watch the workers.

Song Wei thought Wang Daquan's proposal was very good, so she communicated with him, made sure to draw the design drawings, ordered decoration materials from him, and introduced several workers.

Now that there are two more teachers in the class, Song Wei has fewer classes and more time. Besides, the upstairs and downstairs are relatively close, so she doesn't have to worry about not having time to keep an eye on the workers.

After Yu Hui finished her work at the snack bar, she would also come to the study class to see if there was anything she could do to help, and Song Wei would seem more relaxed.

When Song Wei was drawing the downstairs decoration design, she was also thinking about how to change the snack bar. Since the house is her own, she can make any changes she wants.

Song Wei wants to change the entire small two-story building and design the first floor into the style of a Hong Kong-style restaurant. She is also designing several private rooms on the second floor. People in the town are coming and going, and some bosses are indispensable for treating guests. private space.

Song Wei was sitting in the office, holding a pen and drawing seriously. She didn't even know Yu Hui walked in.

"Weiwei, what are you drawing?" Yu Hui stood behind Song Wei.

Song Wei was startled by the sudden voice, "Yu Hui, when did you come?"

"They were almost beaten to pieces by me, and you didn't even hear me."

Song Wei quickly asked Yu Hui to move a stool and sit next to her. Then she took out the design drawing of the snack bar and patiently explained to her the design drawing she drew.

Yu Hui was stunned for a moment, "What...Hong Kong style...is it?"

Song Wei knew that it would be difficult for Yu Hui to understand just by saying this, "It's okay. When the decoration downstairs here is completed, I will start construction of the snack bar immediately. You will know after the decoration is completed."

Although Yu Hui didn't understand, she still nodded seriously, "Okay."

Song Wei looked at the two design and decoration drawings on the table and was full of energy. In this period from the late 1980s to the 1990s, as long as she worked hard, she would definitely make money.

Yu Hui had nothing to do in the afternoon, so she accompanied Song Wei to Wang Daquan's decoration materials store.

"Boss Wang, do you have glass in your store?"

"How big do you want it to be?"

Song Wei took out the design drawing she had drawn, "I want both big and small ones."

Wang Daquan looked a little embarrassed, "We have smaller ones in the store, but the quantity is not large, but I know there is a state-owned glass factory in the county next door. You can go there and ask."

Song Wei knew that the business of the country's glass factories was very prosperous in the 1980s, but most of them were produced in cities, and there were relatively few people in towns and villages who could use them.

So he could also understand what Wang Daquan said. The quantity was not large. After Song Wei asked Wang Daquan for the address of the state-owned glass factory in the next county, she left with Yu Hui.

"Weiwei, are you going to the next county?"

Song Wei nodded, "Well, because I want to decorate the style of the store, I need to use a lot of glass. Nowadays, the price of glass is relatively expensive and transportation is inconvenient, so it is better for me to go there myself."

"Then when do you plan to go?"

"When our snack bar starts to be renovated, I will find time to go there."

As soon as Song Wei and Yu Hui walked downstairs of Xingxing Education, they saw Zhaodi's mother walking over with her child in her arms.

"Miss Song, I'm here to make up for this month's tuition for Zhaodi."

"Zhao Di's mother, didn't I say that I would fund all of Zhao Di's tuition?"

Zhaodi's mother didn't listen to what Song Wei said, and directly put the money into Song Wei's hand, "Ms. Song, I am already working in a textile factory, so I should pay Zhaodi's tuition."

A trace of joy flashed across Song Wei's face, "That's great. The textile factory is state-owned. How did you get in?"

"It's Zhaodi's grandfather, who got me through some connections."

Only then did Song Wei understand that this was the case, but just relying on connections to get into the textile factory did not necessarily mean she would stay there for a long time. She also had to rely on her own ability to wake up.

"Zhao Di's mother, who is taking care of Zhao Di's sister?"

"I brought my children there, and some people in the factory also brought their children, so I asked Pandi to play with a few children," Zhaodi's mother said a little embarrassed.

Song Wei thought this was good. She glanced at the child in Zhaodi's mother's arms and said, "When Pandi is older, you can put her in my class."

"Miss Song, thank you very much."

Song Wei smiled and shook her head, "Mom Zhaodi, stop calling me Miss Song. Just call me Weiwei."

Zhao Di's mother nodded excitedly, "Oh, okay."

Song Wei originally wanted to ask Zhao Di's mother to sit in the office, but she declined, saying that she would have to go to the factory immediately to catch a batch of goods, so she left.

Yu Hui watched Zhao Di's mother leave and stepped forward, "Weiwei, it seems that she is also a miserable woman."

Song Wei nodded and glanced at the money in her hand, "Well, her husband died with two children, but now that she has a stable job, everything will get better."

Song Wei took the design drawing of the first floor in her hand and compared it with the first floor again. After confirming that there was no problem, she went upstairs with Yu Hui.