It rang. She took it out and saw that it was Jiang’s inclination in the past. No, it was Jiang Junyue
Hehe, it turns out that he is not a cowherd, but President Jiang’s, and that luxurious woman is his mother, not his lover.
She still says every day that he is eating soft rice, but she is eating his soft rice, okay?
Lan Jingyi quietly looked at the number screen flashing and then pressed the machine key.
What’s he calling for?
He gave her a chance to enter Jiang’s family, but he just wanted to see her joke.
Or maybe these days she has always been a joke in his eyes.
Her feet hurt when she walked like that. When she woke up early, she knew that her feet had been bandaged. At that moment, she was very grateful to him, but now that I think about it, he is still waiting to see her beaten in his office.
When she returned to the small apartment, it was already more than three o’clock in the afternoon, and she didn’t eat. She was lazy and had no fighting spirit to find a job. She couldn’t find an interview, and the interviewer would get a message halfway, then ask her something casually and let her leave.
That’s Lu Wentao. She’s not stupid. Her toes know it’s him. He’s been torturing her.
The front light in the staircase of the apartment shines on people, and her hair in the staircase wall is messy like a tent of weeds. She felt wet when she touched the corner of her eye with her hand.
Let’s go. It’s hard to get rid of Liu Wentao. She can’t mess with another Jiang Junyue. She is the president of Jiang’s family. That’s the difference between her and him.
What’s the result?
Is the result of her and Liu Wentao.
Section 16
Learn from the past, she knows.
After entering the small apartment for three minutes, she packed everything. When she dragged it, the luggage was followed by a little girl. One person and one dog walked out of the small apartment. Lan Jingyi’s nose was sour again. Whether Jiang Junyue lied to her or not, it is an indisputable fact that he has been taking her in.
Leisurely turned and pulled out a pen and paper and wrote an iou to put Jiang Junyue on the table. She owes him thousands of dollars. Pay him back when she makes money and gets rich. Anyway, it’s really nice to find him. It’s always easy to find the Yijiangshi Building.
Sign your name, write the date, and then look at the small apartment. It looks kind everywhere. She remembers that when she first came here, the couple in the shoe rack dragged her hehe. She really threw up her tongue in the wrong place and Lan Jingyi slammed the door.
Let’s go. It was an unexpected mistake for her to come together with him.
When leaving the community, a car was driving in. Jiang Han jumped out of the car and quickly entered the small apartment mentioned by Jiang Junyue. He glanced at it and picked up "Miss boss Lan should have been back."
"What do you mean should come back? Where is she? Put her on the phone. "
"No … no …"
"Bang!" That’s what Jiang Han knew boss was in a hurry.
Blue sky, the sun is shining on the road, and Lan Jingyi seems to have nowhere to go, dragging her luggage and walking forward.
For a moment, she really wanted to call her mother. It was five years since she left, and her mother had forgotten her except for calling her every Spring Festival.
The little girl is really good. When she goes, the little thing will follow. She looks forward to finding a clerk or a salesman to do whatever she wants. Just eat and cover her hunger for the time being. This is her extravagant hope.
I interviewed several companies, although the other party had agreed to let her come to work, but all of them were declined by her because she didn’t have a place to live. Finally, Lan Jingyi left a supermarket that was not too big or too small to be a salesman.
"Xiao Lan, this is a job. You are responsible for selling sanitary napkins, and you should pay attention to the placement and timeliness of goods on the shelves."
Lan Jingyi nodded as long as she has a job. She doesn’t choose sanitary napkins, just sanitary napkins. Anyway, it won’t be awkward to buy that one because it’s all women.
It’s easy to come to work all day, although there is not much money, but it’s already good to be like this. It’s a little girl who has some troubles, and I don’t know if there is any trouble in the dormitory
When six people went back to a dormitory, it was a lively time in the dormitory. There was a clatter in the hands washing, and someone was taking a shower. It seems that there is still a queue to take a shower.
"Your name is Lan Jingyi, right?" As soon as she opened the door, a girl sitting on the berth warmed up and greeted her.
"Well, just call me Xiaolan."
"Little Blue, you and I shop. My name is Li Xuefeng. Hey hey, I don’t sleep honestly. There is a noise in the middle of the night. Don’t be afraid. There are many people in this dormitory who have to queue up to wash their hands." Seeing Lan Jingyi staring at the washing door, Li Xuefeng casually explained.
"Well, thank you." In a bad mood, she sat down on the bed, shook her head and wagged her tail, and ran to her feet and rubbed her trousers.
Lan Jingyi leans over and falls into bed. Is it a single bed or a bed? Looking at the headboard, there is a feeling that she really left Jiang Junyue. The first day of work went well.
"Xiaolan, put these goods on the shelf. This brand doesn’t sell well and the profit is poor. Let’s put it on the top shelf."
"Good" Lan Jingyi took the cart, looked up at the shelves, and then moved the ladder to prepare for construction.
Sanitary napkins are not heavy, no matter how big they are, but they are busy. They still make Lan Jingyi sweat, wipe his forehead and reach for a bag of sanitary napkins in the box. Suddenly, a big hand picked up the bag of sanitary napkins before her and handed it to her.
"Lu … Liu Wentao, why are you here?" Lan Jingyi stuttered. It was the first time she saw him after the divorce. She was a little transfixed at this moment. In the past, Lu Wentao always gave people the impression of being fresh, handsome and high-spirited. But at the moment, the first feeling he gave her was that the word’ decadent’ was cyan and stubble one by one, as if to break free from his flesh. What happened to him recently? What’s the trouble?