Received a Wife From the Civil Affairs Bureau

Taking advantage of the moment when Brother Biao was talking to Sister Wen, he pulled Jiang Ziquan and asked in a low voice, "Do you understand Brother Biao's request?"

"Isn't that what you're listening to?"

"I think you listened very carefully, too."

"No." Jiang Ziquan answered as it should.

"Then why are you nodding?"

"Let's go eat rice noodles tonight."

"Um"

Jiang Ziquan waved his hand: "That's it, I just want to nod."

Lin Cuo covered his heart, and said after a while, "What about the second nod?"

"Yu Mo said that these things are not good for the body, so we should not eat them." Jiang Ziquan said with a serious face.

"Are you serious?" Lin Cuo glared at her, although he would not be angry, he had to scare her, pretending to be fierce.

Jiang Ziquan rubbed her face: "Of course not." Seeing that Lin Cuo's expression improved a bit, he continued: "Brother's accent sounds like Fengbei's, let Xiaomu take a look at his previous works. Let’s just make a few more revisions, and it doesn’t seem like big brother can say anything specific.”

Lin Cuo blinked twice, seeing that she was so serious this time, and had no other choice, so he said, "Okay."

"You two sisters, what are you talking about?" Brother Chen approached them, as if he had already regarded them as adults.

"Discuss specific styles."

Brother Biao clapped his hands and thanked: "You are really serious, let's go, brother invites you to dinner."

Brother Biao looked like a fierce and big man, but he was so weak, and there were faint tears coming out, both of them were stunned.

"Brother, what do you do?" Jiang Ziquan quickly recovered, and laughed.

"I dig coal." Brother Chen took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. "Do you want it, girl?"

Finally, there is a job worthy of his looks. Jiang Ziquan waved his hand, took out his cigarette and lit it: "I am a female cigarette, and I have little energy."

Brother Chen nodded and said nothing.

Instead, Lin Cuo tugged at her arm and said worriedly, "Shut less."

"I know."

Chapter 19

Jiang Ziquan and Lin Cuo were dragged to a restaurant for dinner, Brother Biao and Zhang Wen drank vigorously, even Jiang Ziquan, who always claimed to be a good drinker, began to tremble in the face of such a situation.

Fortunately, both of them were considered to be unable to drink, and they just drank a glass of meaning.

After dinner, Jiang Ziquan pulled Lin Cuo back to the hotel.

Brother Biao found the hotel. Under Jiang Ziquan's strong request, he found a double room. Lin Cuo scoffed at this. They used to go to the hot spring to take a bath together, but now they are so taboo. .

Jiang Ziquan wanted to go back early to see what Shen Yumo had to tell her, so he went back to the store and found some of Xiaomu's previous works, and thought about it carefully.

Lin Cuo took a shower and began to read Xiaomu's works while wiping his hair. Xiaomu is a student in the same grade, and Jiang Ziquan has a good relationship with him.

Jiang Ziquan also called to ask if there was anything that should be avoided.

After the consultation, I started to turn the pen. Her fingers were flexible and long. The pen in her hand seemed to grow on her hand, and it never fell off. It really dazzled people.

Lin Cuo thought for a while, the last time he stayed up late with this girl was almost a year ago.Many people think that Ziquan's work is unreliable, and she is just playing with the designer's profession, but she knows that every time Jiang Ziquan draws design drawings, she seems to be possessed by a demon, and she can devote herself wholeheartedly .

With her coquettish and smug personality, she can lock herself in the house for a week or two without going out, and even wash her hair once a week. This is really true love, and it has the meaning of a workaholic.

Lin Cuo shook his head and began to devote himself to work.

For half a month, Jiang Ziquan didn't even go out except to go to the construction site to see the situation.Almost every day I don’t go to bed until three o’clock in the morning, and I go to the construction site to discuss with Brother Biao at seven or eight o’clock.

While eating, she would yawn and discuss with Tang Jiu about the festive activities of the hot pot restaurant. When they returned, it would be a few days before the Chinese New Year. She had to decide many things in the restaurant, and Shen Yumo's side was only occasional. In a few words, only then was he like the Jiang Ziquan in his impression, unrestrained and unrestrained.

Lin Cuo is in the same situation as hers, but she can still catch up on sleep in the car, unlike Jiang Ziquan who has high requirements for sleep. The car can be alerted by a slight shake, and she herself stays up late for a long time. The body is very familiar, but it's not uncomfortable. Seeing that Jiang Ziquan has lost a lot of weight and has dark circles under her eyes, she refuses to listen to her advice, so she has to order more of her favorite dishes when ordering takeout, forcing her Eat some, for fear that her body will not be able to hold on.

In this way, the half-month business trip was finally completed, and Brother Biao gave him a lot of money, so the two returned home with a full reward.

Jiang Ziquan was thinking about Shen Yumo looking for her, and the smile on her face hadn't come off since she got on the high-speed rail.

Lin Cuo was a little worried, frowned and said, "Bai Shui, you've been so tired these days, you must have a good rest." According to past experience, her hot pot restaurant is the most profitable time at the end of the year, almost busy. Her feet don't touch the ground, her body can't help it.