Re-employment of divorced and abandoned women

As soon as I opened the door, I realized that there are people living in the tube building of the resettlement housing complex that are so extravagant——

It's not the handiwork of ordinary people at all. I don't know if the prodigal son of the landlord's family is really stupid or he has too much money to spend. He bought, opened up, and refurbished all three rooms on a flat floor.

A living room of 40 square meters, a kitchen of more than [-] square meters, and two minimalist empty rooms—the whole house is incompatible with the tube building, and the decoration is magnificent.

Huge Roman columns, shining crystal chandeliers, a semi-open high-end kitchen, and an exquisite tea-drinking machine by the window...

The taste of the owner is evident.

The host was busy in the kitchen, and the huge dining table was already piled high with food.

"Wait a minute, I'll just bake two more desserts." The master's voice was crisp and clear, it was the hostess.

Heard his voice before seeing him.That kind of luxurious restraint and overwhelming wealth rushed to her face.

Jiang Qingyan looked at the living room again——

magnificent.resplendent.Full-hanging ceilings, crystal lamps, splicing floor tiles cut out of a whole piece of marble, solid wood dining room long tables, complicated sideboards and wine cabinets...

Its taste can be seen from the living room.

as predicted.

When the hostess came out with the desserts in her hands, she was a woman with exquisite makeup who was dressed in luxurious clothes and could not be more grand.

She is not very old, and she is well maintained. She has delicate makeup on her face, and even her perfume has been specially matched.

Her high coiled hair is not a masterpiece that she can finish by herself, and——

She even wears high heels in her living room.

Jiang Qingyan couldn't help but twitch her ankles.

Are you sure you are not tired with such a high heel?

Such a grand costume, isn't it heavy?

The same is true for hair, even if someone takes care of it, how do you deal with it when you wash your hair?

This woman, whether in terms of her overall attire or the decoration of her home, is completely different from Jiang Dongping who is separated by a wall.

Suddenly opening the door and entering, Jiang Qingyan almost suspected that she had come to a strange world, which was a bit unreal.

"This, is Xiaoyan?" The woman seemed very happy, and she handed the freshly baked egg tart to Jiang Qingyan.

"Order casually at Auntie's place, and tell Auntie what you want to eat."

The dining table is already full of food.

Seafood, steak, and even a whole Oron;

Jiang Dongping opened the soup pot in the middle, and inside was a whole pot of Buddha jumping over the wall.

Jiang Qingyan lowered her eyelids: "It's too grand." She didn't know what to say.

How could three people eat such a large table of food.

Extravagance, extravagance and waste.

Fang Yiting didn't care, she pressed Jiang Qingyan to the edge of the dining table, and flew into the kitchen like a butterfly.

"It's all made by the chef. I didn't bother. But I baked the desserts, so you must give them face..."

Jiang Qingyan asked Jiang Dongping in a low voice: "But your friend?"

Jiang Dongping nodded without thinking: "I want to introduce you to..."

She paused, but said firmly: "Mom's girlfriend."

Immediately, Jiang Qingyan felt mixed feelings.

Fang Yiting floated out, and coquettishly said to Jiang Dongping: "Why did you just say that? Xiaoyan hasn't officially known me yet."

Fang Yiting took off the baking gloves on her hands, her hands were more delicate than Jiang Qingyan's face.

She stretched out her hand: "Hi Xiaoyan, my name is Fang Yiting. You can call me Aunt Fang."

Jiang Qingyan opened her mouth, but suddenly lost her voice.

Fang Yiting's outstretched hand stopped in mid-air in embarrassment, and then took it back embarrassingly: "It doesn't matter, if you can't digest it for a while, it's okay."

She sneered twice, even Jiang Dongping could see how far-fetched her smile was.

Jiang Dongping lit a cigarette, took only one puff, and extinguished it in the crystal ashtray.

"Qingyan." She called Jiang Qingyan.

Only then did Jiang Qingyan wake up, she nodded slightly to Fang Yiting: "I'm sorry, I was distracted." She said, stood up, a little at a loss.

Jiang Dongping signaled Jiang Qingyan to sit down, and pushed Fang Yiting to the side of her seat.

This is how it came slowly——

She met Fang Yiting by chance.

Fang Yiting is divorced.After the divorce, she moved out from her husband's house and lived in the old house of her mother's house.By chance, we got to know each other.

In the blink of an eye, it has been several years.

A few years ago, when Jiang Qingyan didn't even go to college.

Jiang Qingyan spent a lot of time away from home, maybe she really didn't realize it.

"Your natal family must have a lot of money, and your husband's family is also generous." Jiang Qingyan said lightly.

"My husband's family is nothing, but my mother's family does have some small money." Seeing Jiang Qingyan talking to her, Fang Yiting became happy, and the conversation started.

Fang Yiting is the kind of person who can handle various social situations with ease, and she will not stand coldly.It is Fang Yiting's innate ability to speak people's words when she sees people, and to speak nonsense when she sees ghosts.

"I didn't think too much about it at the time. Since I lived by myself, I should live better. Why should I wrong myself." She said.

Then said: "I also want to call..." She looked at Jiang Dongping with some embarrassment, "Come here to live, but she said it's inconvenient, and she said it's better to stay in a small room to get inspiration. What can I say? Artists have personalities. eccentric."

"No no no, don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining. I like everything about her, including her eccentric personality."

Fang Yiting's heart skipped a beat when she saw Jiang Dongping raising her eyebrows.She thought, if she complimented her like this, she wouldn't want to take revenge on her at night, would she?

Jiang Dongping's love is hot and direct.

Her happiness is love, and her anger is also love.The one with the verb.

When didn't he torment her and beg for mercy?But why is there a little expectation in the palpitation just thinking about it?

Fang Yiting took Jiang Dongping's hand from under the dining table flatteringly, and she boldly confessed her love, unaware that there was a junior present.

Jiang Qingyan was a little embarrassed, and reluctantly asked: "Then the floor heating and renovation must be thanks to you."

Fang Yiting waved her hand: "It's nothing, it's just a matter of convenience."

Jiang Dongping looked Jiang Qingyan squarely: "Qingyan." She called her daughter again.

"You say."

"I want to marry your Aunt Fang." Jiang Dongping said his decision slowly, covering Fang Yiting's hand with his backhand, "This is personal freedom, but I still hope to get your blessing."

She respects Jiang Qingyan.

But the words are still up front, this is personal freedom, whether Jiang Qingyan agrees or not, she has already made up her mind.

Respect and compromise are two different things.

Jiang Qingyan took a deep breath.

After a while, she nodded: "Yes. I respect your choice."

However, respect and consent are two different things.

Jiang Qingyan looked at the two people in front of her, they had completely different personalities, one was outgoing and the other was restrained;

One is resplendent and the other is informal.

No matter how you are not from the same world.

But they fell in love.

Fang Yiting beamed with joy: "Xiaoyan, don't worry, I will treat you as my own."

Fang Yiting seemed to have thought of something, suddenly ran into the room "Duo Duo Duo", and came out again with a jewelry box in her hand.

Fang Yiting opened the jewelry box, and there were several exaggerated gold ornaments inside.

Fang Yiting took out an ancient gold bracelet and put it on the table: "I don't have any preparations for the first meeting. Xiaoyan, if you don't dislike it, I will accept a small gift from Auntie. Which one do you like? Either..."

"Oh, I'm old, so I don't know your little girls' aesthetics, but gold and silver jewelry will never go out of style. If you don't like it, it doesn't matter if you melt it down and redo it."

Jiang Qingyan visually estimated that the gold bracelet that was casually placed on the table was at least fifty or sixty grams.

Jiang Qingyan said softly: "It's too precious."

Fang Yiting couldn't help but put the gold bracelet on Jiang Qingyan's hand.

Jiang Qingyan's hands were soft and small, and the bracelet was put on smoothly.So golden, so sincere, I don't know how to refuse.

It's just that the bracelet is too big and heavy, and it doesn't fit Jiang Qingyan's small hands at all.

Fang Yiting doesn't care about it, in her opinion, expressing her opinion with money is the best attitude.

"Focus on talking, eat more. You are too thin, kid."

Fang Yiting seemed to be the hostess.

Jiang Qingyan lowered her head, feeling that this meal was tasteless.

It's not that I disagree with my mother's emotional life.It was just too sudden, so suddenly her heart was pounding.

I always feel that the woman in front of me looks very familiar.

Jiang Qingyan thought, who do you look like?She didn't know such a magnificent lady wearing gold and silver.

Fang Yiting was in high spirits, opened a bottle of whiskey and drank with ice cubes with Jiang Dongping.

Jiang Qingyan just felt a little sullen and wanted to leave early.

Jiang Dongping didn't stop her, she nodded lightly.

Instead, Fang Yiting was worried, and asked again: "Xiaoyan, where do you live now? How did you get here?"

"Live in a community near H University, transfer from subway to bus."

"I'll ask the driver to take you back. It's not safe for a girl to be alone at home." Fang Yiting made a phone call, then hung up briefly.

"You sit for a few more minutes, do you want coffee or ice cream? The driver is nearby and will be here in a while."

"Auntie." Jiang Qingyan looked deeply at Fang Yiting with eyes that looked very much like Jiang Dongping, "Auntie's house might not have some small money, but rather—very rich, right?"

she asked suddenly.

Fang Yiting froze.

Jiang Dongping said, "We didn't consider economic factors when we fell in love."

Jiang Qingyan had already stood up, and she said softly to her mother: "Dating can be ignored, but marriage must be fully considered. Yes, economic factors are not the most important. But there are other things that are more important-don't get me wrong, I'm not asking What.

It's just the aunt's status, family environment, and... marital status, birth status, do you really know all of them? "

What Jiang Qingyan said was calm and reserved.

Fang Yiting felt uneasy, she looked at her lover's daughter in confusion, the girl's reaction exceeded all her expectations.

She thought about it, she might agree that whether it was true or false, it was always possible to maintain harmony on the face.

Or, she opposed it to the death, and there were many reasons for her opposition, such as not wanting her mother to remarry.

But unexpectedly, Jiang Qingyan began to question herself from the identity.

It's not the kind of sharp-edged needlepoint confronting the wheat, but the calm and self-sufficient self-examination.

Jiang Dongping looked at his daughter and finally sighed: "Xiaoyan, I know what you are worried about. I can be sure from the beginning with your Auntie Ting that we are both free. We have not done anything to destroy the families of both parties. thing. I think that's enough for a marriage."

"No, mother." Jiang Qingyan insisted rarely.

"I will not object to you falling in love with or marrying anyone, regardless of gender. However, I hope that your marriage will be based on the premise of full trust and full consideration... If I offend Auntie in any way, I apologize."

As she spoke, Jiang Qingyan actually raised a deep bow: "Please understand."

She was so distant and polite that she didn't look like a 20-year-old at all.

Instead, there is one that has experienced all the vicissitudes.

Fang Yiting's heart suddenly beat wildly, and some uncontrollable emotions spread throughout her body, almost filling her limbs.

Until a long time after Jiang Qingyan left, her heart still couldn't calm down.

Jiang Dongping held Fang Yiting's hand: "She just can't accept it. I'll talk to her again after a while."

"Are we too impatient?"

"No, it's probably because I care too little about her." Jiang Dongping took out another cigarette, "But what Qingyan said is right, we should really get to know each other well even if I fell in love with you , nothing else."

Jiang Dongping said calmly: "I have nothing but a daughter, who was also born out of wedlock. Apart from that, I have no relatives."

"Please rest assured, Tingting, I will persuade my daughter to agree to our marriage, please give me full trust."

As for Fang Yiting, she muttered, opened her mouth, but couldn't say a word.

small theater:

Jiang Dongping: Tingting?

Fang Yiting: I...

Jiang Qingyan: Why are you speechless?

Fang Yi (sneering): Jiang Dongping has brought her to meet his family, how about her?Except for her name, everything is fake, and she dare not even tell anyone that she has a daughter.He also said that he had his daughter's consent!I bother!

Jiang Qingyan: Please do not swear.

Fang Yi: Pooh!

Jiang Qingyan: You owe a beating.Do you know that prenatal education is not good!

Fang Yi: What?

Jiang Qingyan: Scum girl!