Self-cultivation of tool people [Quick Transmigration]

A pile of dishes were broken, and Lin Qi was driven out of the room by Yu Tanqiu who yelled and scolded him until his hands were useless. Lynch's thin face was completely red, "I'll clean it up."

"Go away, I don't know what you can do... Don't mention making clothes, and don't make clothes for me in your life, I feel disgusted just thinking about it." out.

Lynch saw that he had been suffocating all this time, and now that he finally spit out, he was scolded calmly.

Although Yu Tanqiu scolded fiercely, he resolutely refused to let Lynch bow his head and touch the broken tiles. He picked them up neatly and threw them into the open space by the back door, and turned to Lynch who came over with a broom and dustpan. After picking his nose and eyes again, he snatched the broom and dustpan from Lynch's hand, and while cursing, cleaned up the fine porcelain pieces on the ground.

There was only one thing Lynch had to do from beginning to end—be scolded.

Yu Tanqiu's male duck had a deep and hoarse voice, swearing like a cannonball, spouting fire like an old train that couldn't move, Lynch listened very calmly, and then laughed when he listened.

Seeing Lynch being scolded, Yu Tanqiu could laugh, and laughed so wide that dimples appeared at the corners of his mouth, then he shut his mouth again, thinking resentfully: I just like Yu Boju so much.

The more Lynch tolerated him, the more unhappy he became. He put all the credit on Yu Boju's head, his heart was boiling with jealousy, and he vaguely wanted to make trouble again.

Fortunately, Lynch turned around wisely. As soon as he turned around, Yu Tanqiu's temper slowly dissipated—the dirty thoughts took over the high ground again.

That night, Yu Tanqiu passed out his sperm.

Waking up wet, recalling the dream, full of aprons and S-shaped, extremely unstyled, Yu Tanqiu thought it was no wonder his sudden spring heart was rippling yesterday, his legs were spread out, and his heart was very calm. If there was smoke, he would Come and have a bite.

Although the spring dream is good, when I wake up from the dream, it is cold and lonely.

Yu Tanqiu scratched his heart and had another teenage dream, but the resentment disappeared a little, and he shamelessly threw the wet pants into the basin, thinking that when Lynch came to collect them, he wondered what he would be His complexion and mentality became more stable.

Yu Tanqiu was still thinking about it in Chinese class, with a gloomy and handsome face, and was very happy in his heart.

Probably because of the liveliness in his eyes, Yu Tanqiu immediately attracted the confession of a young girl who had always wanted to confess to him but was stage frightened.

The golden sweet-scented osmanthus tree under the school's white wall exudes a strong fragrance, and the little girl with long hair hanging down her shoulders shyly expresses her love.

Yu Tanqiu's side face is cold and beautiful, it is the white and pure jade-like beauty of young people, the autumn wind blows small and delicate sweet-scented osmanthus flowers and falls on the young boy's tall and straight shoulders, the picture is just like in the movie, Zhang Manshu's heart is full Trembling at this moment, even if Yu Tanqiu rejected her, it would be worth it, her girl's first love is so beautiful, like a dream.

After hearing her confession, Yu Tanqiu pondered for a while, and then said politely: "I'm sorry, I have someone else in my heart."

Zhang Manshu felt an expected disappointment, "It's okay, I just want to tell you my heart."

Yu Tanqiu harbored malice towards everyone in his heart, and there was only one reason why he didn't speak ill of Zhang Manshu - even a little girl dared to confess to others, but he didn't dare.

Nothing!Bitch!

Yu Tanqiu was scolding and insulting herself in her heart, so she couldn't think of anything else to scold Zhang Manshu.

As soon as Wu Zhiyuan came home, he heard his little wife yelling and swearing. The girl's voice was usually very sweet, but she lost her temper and made it unbearable.

"What's the matter?" Wu Zhiyuan walked into the house and took off his hat. The maid stepped forward to take his hat, and another maid stepped forward to take off his suit jacket. Wu Zhiyuan just pulled his hand out of the sleeve. The wife threw herself into his arms.

Wu Zhiyuan patted her on the back very gently, "Who messed with my little honey?"

"I'm about to die of anger." Xiao Mitang pouted.

Wu Zhiyuan understood from Mrs. Wu's confused complaints. Mrs. Wu went out to play mahjong, but she bumped into Mrs. Zhang.

Wu Zhiyuan parted his lips slightly in surprise, "There will be such a thing?"

Mrs. Wu did not expect such a thing to happen.

All the ladies in the city go to tailors to make clothes, and each piece is custom-made, so how can there be any possibility of clashing clothes?

Mrs. Wu has been unsatisfactory in the circle of wives. Today, she finally wore a new cheongsam to show off. How could she think of colliding with Mrs. Zhang? Moreover, Mrs. Zhang's words clearly meant that hers was still an old dress.

Mrs. Wu was so annoyed that she pulled off the cheongsam on the sofa, grabbed the pearl on it and said, "Even this pearl is exactly the same!"

"Oh." Wu Zhiyuan frowned slightly, absently patted Mrs. Wu's fluffy long curly hair like a lion, "It's no big deal, just don't wear this one in the future."

"I must settle the score with that tailor!" Mrs. Wu said aggrievedly, she dared to use the pattern of old clothes to fool her, causing her to lose face, she could not let the tailor go.

"Don't do this," Wu Zhiyuan lowered his head, his eyes were gentle and solemn, "This kind of trivial matter is not worthy of your anger."

Before she got married, Mrs. Wu knew that her husband was a well-known civilized gentleman. She had carefully curbed her arrogant temper, and if she accidentally exposed her true colors, she immediately returned to her sweet smile, "I'm just talking."

Wu Zhiyuan smoothed Mrs. Wu's long hair, nodded, "Good girl."

Lin Qi was busy in the shop when suddenly the assistant opened the door and said in a panic, "Master Lin, someone is here."

Lin Qi was holding a painting powder in his hand to outline the curves of the clothes, and raised his head when he heard this, and said, "Who?"

It's from the police station.

The man became a little quail in fright, shivering and not daring to speak.

The people in the patrol room spoke sternly, with a kind of condescending arrogance. The more Lin Qi listened, the more he frowned. After the people in the patrol room left, the man came up tentatively and said with a trembling voice: "Master Lin, they said you stole What?"

Plagiarism, Lynch is a little dizzy, how can such a thing happen?Lynch walked to the back room with vain footsteps. He was cutting clothes, and the powder was thrown aside. Next to him were his blueprints. He didn't bother to collect them. Tailors in the city make their own clothes, and it is true that they follow suit. It is very common for everyone to follow suit whichever style of clothes is fashionable.

Plagiarism... Where does this start?

He has made a lot of clothes, so how can he tell what is plagiarism or not? Besides, is there a crime of plagiarism at this time?Lynch's head was muddled, and when the clerk saw his pale face, his heart pounded, and he walked out quietly.

No way, he just saw how good-looking Master Lin made, and showed off with other tailor shop apprentices. The more the guy thought about it, the more frightened he was, wishing he could pack his bags and run away overnight.

There are people from the police station, so the next step is to arrest them?

Master Lin is a very nice person, he speaks politely, and the wages he pays are fair, but the police station... the guy's eyes are straight.

"I'll go back first," Lynch said to the clerk after he came out, apparently having regained his composure, "You close the shop and guard it first."

The buddy nodded indiscriminately, his heart was pounding, and he still wanted to run.

Lynch came out of the shop, stopped a rickshaw, subconsciously reported his home address, and then changed his name to go to Yu Tanqiu's school.

The school was not over yet, Lynch registered and went in.

The teaching building is simple and elegant, with the fragrance of gold and osmanthus. The building is very high, and the tuition fee is not low. Yu Boju left some property, which can still meet Yu Tanqiu's tuition fee.

Lynch went up the stairs, walked to the back door of Yu Tanqiu's class, looked inside but did not see Yu Tanqiu.

Coincidentally, someone rang the bell, and the class ended in the classroom. Lynch stood up straight, and the passing students looked at him, but they just looked at him curiously, and no one paid attention to him.

Lynch came straight out of the tailor shop, wearing a gray shaggy robe. When the eyes of the students caught his arm, he realized that his sleeves were still hanging, and he hurriedly put them down.

"Master Lin?"

Lynch looked up, and suddenly met a pair of smiling eyes, "Second Young Master Zhang."

Zhang Chengmin smiled and said, "Are you looking for someone?" He saw a dazzlingly white arm from a distance, because it used to be pale, and even the blood vessels appeared bright.

Lynch nodded, but didn't say much.

Zhang Chengmin is the son of one of his customers, and also a wealthy young man, with a gentle temperament and a great interest in clothing. He once wanted to be Lynch's apprentice, but was canceled out by Mrs. Zhang's scolding.

Zhang Chengmin admires this Master Lin very much, because Master Lin is a craftsman, and he is not kitsch. Although he has a good temper and is quite polite to customers, he just doesn't have that kind of servile attitude. He is equally good to everyone. temper.

"I'm also looking for someone. I'll pick up my sister. How about you?" Zhang Chengmin continued to chat.

Lynch hesitated and said, "I'm here to pick up my friend's child."

Zhang Chengmin was surprised, "Your friend's children are already this old? Are they in middle school?"

Lynch smiled, "My friend is about the same age as me, so it's natural for the child to go to middle school."

Zhang Chengmin couldn't help asking: "How old are you?"

Lynch noticed that Zhang Ershao seemed to be chatting endlessly, so he hurriedly turned around and said, "I'll look for it."

Zhang Chengmin also couldn't find anyone, so he became interested in Lynch's age for a while, hurriedly followed, and said with great interest: "Your friend's child should be thirteen, so let me figure it out...is his sixteen-year-old child?" , you are 29, right?"

Lynch's attractive appearance has always been blurred in this age group. He only smiled gently when he heard the words, and didn't talk to him. He didn't want to have too much contact with Zhang Chengmin, a man who was a bit crazy. Charm, just annoying.

He will also be annoyed, and his temper is not as good as before.

Thinking of this, Lynch twitched the corner of his mouth, as if laughing at himself.

A corner, a century-old sweet-scented osmanthus tree, everything is so clever.

Lin Qi and Zhang Chengmin——Yu Tanqiu and Zhang Manshu just ran into each other.

"Manshu, let me find it easy!" Zhang Chengmin raised his eyebrows happily when he saw the third sister who could not be found, and Zhang Manshu was walking with his sweetheart when he suddenly met his second brother, and suddenly felt shy. Jiao Didi said: "Second brother."

The atmosphere between Lynch and Yu Tanqiu is quite strange.

Lynch was just surprised, and didn't suspect that there was anything else about Yu Tanqiu walking with the girl, so he regained his composure after being surprised, "Tanqiu."

What about Yu Tanqiu—as usual, he was pissed off again.