Re-employment of divorced and abandoned women

Fang Yi naturally walked towards the building where she "bidong" last time.

Jiang Qingyan called her to stop, pointing to another building in front of her: "Here."

"Ah?" Fang Yi didn't react for a moment, Jiang Qingyan had already gone upstairs first, Fang Yi realized that she had been keeping a hand on her all along, so——

Fang Yi hugged Zhi Zhi and walked behind silently.

It is also necessary to keep one hand, not only, you should keep the second hand, the third hand, and thousands of hands—it is best to keep the Thousand-Handed Avalokitesvara.

Who told her to keep stabbing people in the back.It is already the greatest kindness to her not to stab her back.

Zhizhi looks thin and small, but in fact she is very strong, her small body is heavy, especially when she is asleep, it is very heavy on her hands.

Fang Yi thought, thanks to being held by her, if it was Jiang Qingyan's thin and small body——

Jiang Qingyan is actually not short, at 1.6 meters [-], she is considered slender among girls.

But it is too thin.

The afternoon sun was very gentle.

The stairs in Tongzilou are steep and bumpy. You have to go up one flight of stairs and go through a long corridor to get to another flight of stairs.

Corresponding to the aisle is the kitchen and bathroom of each household, which is noisy and noisy.Occasionally, there are people who don't sleep in the afternoon, playing cards and yelling loudly, and the neighbors next door and even upstairs and downstairs can hear them clearly, and there is no privacy at all.

Jiang Qingyan wrote her report in this environment;

Zhizhi reads and writes in such a noisy environment.

Fang Yi looked at the back of Jiang Qingyan walking in front, and wanted to speak several times.

Of course, no.

No reason, not even an excuse.

Jiang Qingyan's "what's the matter with you" can block her to death.Besides, I'm afraid they would be better off without her.

Fang Yi can only look at Jiang Qingyan's back, slender but straight, her spine has always been so straight, no matter what happens.

It seemed that even on the day they broke up, she just stood there and asked her "why".

There was only one "why", and no tears were given to her.

What is she thinking?Does it make her happy to be hysterical?

Could it be that she wants to seek life and death to be comfortable?Or—what was she looking forward to?What are you praying for?

Jiang Qingyan's footsteps stopped.

In the middle of the third floor, Jiang Qingyan stopped at the door.

"Here we are." She didn't turn her head, the voice came from the front.

Fang Yi confiscated her foot and almost bumped into it. She stopped her pace, turned sideways, and hugged Zhizhi tightly.

Why is the road so short?Already here?Zhizhi mumbled twice, turned over, opened her eyes slightly, and looked at Fang Yi who was hugging her.

She was not familiar with her, so Zhizhi struggled to look for Jiang Qingyan, her mouth shrunk, as if she was about to cry.

Jiang Qingyan took Zhizhi along the way: "Just send it here, please go back."

She said that she had the key in her hand, but she didn't intend to open the door, let alone invite Fang Yi to drink a cup of tea. She didn't want Fang Yi to see the world in the room at all.

The shabby room is also private to her and Zhizhi, and no outsiders can invade it.

Fang Yi swallowed the bitterness in her mouth, and then pulled out a polite smile: "There are three urgencies in people, and the inner urgency is very urgent. It seems...it's not too much to let me go to the toilet, right?"

- Excessive.

Jiang Qingyan rolled her eyes, trying to guide Fang Yi to the public bathroom downstairs.

Fang Yi snatched the key: "Zhi Zhi still needs to sleep for a while, let's not freeze here."

Zhi Zhi hadn't woken up yet, she nestled in Jiang Qingyan's arms, yawned big, turned her face, and narrowed her eyes again.

The door has been opened, and you can have a panoramic view of everything in the house, as well as Jiang Qingyan's life for the past three years.

One bedroom, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom can be seen at a glance, a typical [-] building.

The door of the bedroom was closed tightly, and the living room was not that big and had to be separated by a curtain. Half of it was the living room, and the other half was arranged as another small room near the balcony.

Now, the barrier curtains are drawn to let the sunlight spread throughout the house as much as possible, but the lighting is not very good.

Jiang Qingyan opened the door of the bedroom. There was a bed, a cabinet and a desk. This room was so simple.

Zhizhi turned over, seemed to find a familiar place, hummed twice, and fell asleep again.

Jiang Qingyan backed out lightly, and saw Fang Yi standing at the door in a dilemma.

The room is small but well kept and clean.Both Jiang Qingyan and Zhizhi have indoor slippers, which are neatly placed at the entrance.

The problem is, Jiang Qingyan didn't intend to use slippers for Fang Yi.She pointed to the bathroom next to the door: "There, go as soon as you get in. I have something to do."

Fang Yi gritted her teeth, took off her handmade leather shoes outside the door, and closed the door.

It was so clean that she felt sacrilegious even stepping in the door with her shoes on.

Fang Yi thought, it would be best to have neighbors with three hands around her, with discerning eyes, this pair of shoes is very expensive in the market, whoever takes them, let her go out without shoes...

Fang Yi stepped barefoot on the cold floor tiles. This house is the most extravagant. I am afraid that there is a shower room in such a small bathroom. As a price, the space of the toilet is repeatedly compressed.

Fang Yi, who has long arms and legs, is not used to this cramped space.

She took a deep breath—even the bathroom didn't smell bad.

Jiang Qingyan takes care of her life very well, and she can live well without her.

The job she likes, the person she loves, her busy life, the sun, the moon and the stars in her eyes—only, without her.

Fang Yi thought: Who did she take revenge on?

The self-righteous person pretends to be a victim, but envies the real victim here.

There were two knocks on the door of the toilet: "Please go back when you are done, I still have things to do."

Jiang Qingyan's voice was very clear.

Fang Yi came out with bare feet, without the slightest intention of leaving.

Her eyes were bright, and she saw that Jiang Qingyan had already turned on her laptop on the dining table in the living room—she really had work to do.

Fang Yi said, "I also have a job."

Jiang Qingyan raised her eyebrows, and said to herself: Then get lost.

Fang Yi walked into the room in twos and threes, sat opposite Jiang Qingyan, took out a few manuscript papers from the stack at hand, and spread them neatly on the table.

She took the pen out of her pocket.

Jiang Qingyan raised her eyebrows, it was indeed her pen, with the word "Never stop" engraved on the barrel.

Fang Yi sat respectfully and began to write something on the manuscript paper.

Jiang Qingyan frowned, what was she thinking?

But he couldn't help but approached, and saw that the person wrote "I'm sorry" respectfully on the manuscript paper, one after another.

Anyone can not write the [-]-word review, but Fang Yi must write it.

She owed Jiang Qingyan more than just the word "I'm sorry".

However, it seems that what I want to say can't be said, and since I can't say it, I always have to express it.

Then, just use that clumsy method, sorry, three words, a thousand times.

Jiang Qingyan rolled her eyes, how boring this must be.

But the other party became determined after eating the weight, so he just stuck his butt on the chair and started writing stroke by stroke in a hurry.

First, I'm sorry, young and frivolous, thinking that love is something that can be profaned at will;

Second, I'm sorry, it's obviously my own sad failure, I don't want to admit it, and I blame it all on you;

Thirdly, I'm sorry, you have to bear the burden of the joint decision to bear children through all kinds of hardships;

Fourth, I'm sorry for disturbing your peaceful life, but insisting on reminding you of the unbearable past events;

……

Sorry for these four.

I'm sorry for her Fang Yi, too many to write.Since you can't finish writing, then turn it into more than 1000 "sorry".

Fang Yi seemed to have found the backbone, so she sat there without drinking water or looking up, keeping her body upright, writing stroke by stroke.

Jiang Qingyan knew that a plague god was invited today, so she couldn't send it out easily.But she does have a job.The computer has been turned on, and after connecting to the Internet, Didi Didi keeps popping up information.

Jiang Qingyan really couldn't care less, and started to deal with her own affairs.

What a wonderful afternoon.

Fang Yi puts down the pen, Zhi Zhi sleeps next door, Xiao Yan sits opposite her, a computer, a cup of tea, a period of rapt attention;

What about her?You can hear her breathing, you can see her fluttering eyelashes, and you may even hear the movement of Zhizhi turning over through the wall...

As good as she'd never done anything like that;

If... Then this rare beauty is the normal state of her life now.

Fang Yi thought, this is probably retribution.Wan Fang was guilty, not because she didn't report it, but because she used this peaceful, beautiful, and indifferent time to punish and torture her.

Tell her what she should have, and what she has lost—

Jiang Qingyan left the keyboard, her shoulders were aching, she was thirsty, hungry, and her legs were numb.

Jiang Qingyan reached out for the cup at hand, took a sip of the cool tea, and saw that Fang Yi on the opposite side had put down the paper and pen in her hand, and was staring at her fixedly.

"Still leaving?" Jiang Qingyan said in a bad tone.

Fang Yi sighed in her heart, and as soon as she opened her mouth, all the disguise was torn off, reminding her that they are so opposed and their past is so unbearable.

"Are you hungry? What's for dinner? I'll make egg fried rice for you?" Fang Yi said.

Jiang Qingyan raised her eyebrows: Can she cook fried rice with eggs?No, that's not the point.The point is, is she going to eat here?

"You—" Before Jiang Qingyan could speak, her complexion changed again. Fang Yi reached out to take the cup of cold tea, and put her lips on the spot where Jiang Qingyan drank just now.

She also took a sip of tea.

Tea cups, toothbrushes, personal items, do not share with others.

Didn't the elementary school teachers teach her?

"But, I'm also very thirsty." Fang Yi looked at Jiang Qingyan bitterly, "So, our dinner——"

"Get out." Jiang Qingyan closed the computer with a "slap", and said coldly.

Zhizhi in the next room started calling "Mom" loudly.

Jiang Qingyan didn't care about Fang Yi, she hurried to Zhizhi's bedside.Little friend Zhizhi is good at everything, but he is very angry when he wakes up. If he can't see his mother when he wakes up, he will make a big fuss.

Jiang Qingyan was careless today. Firstly, someone from Fang made trouble, secondly, the work was too difficult, and thirdly, Zhizhi missed the time when she went to bed today.

The superimposed result was that Zhizhi began to cry loudly, with tears running down his face, and his hair was covered with sweat, sticking to his scalp one by one.

"Mom, where have you been!"

"Mom, why don't you accompany me!"

"Mom, where is Aping!"

"Mom, mom, mom..."

A thousand words of mother are omitted here.

Even though she has been Zhizhi's mother for three years, Jiang Qingyan is still not familiar with this scene.

She clumsily hugged Zhi Zhi in her arms, comforting in a low voice.

Three-year-old child, mother is everything.

Fang Yi walked in tiptoe, she sighed inaudibly.

But she said in a low voice: "Zhizhi, your mother is with you. Auntie... Auntie has never been accompanied by her mother..."

She pretended to be relaxed: "Oh. It has grown to such a big size."

Jiang Qingyan glanced sideways slightly.

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