The Female Partner Refuses To Be Cannon Fodder

"I sponsored a little boy’s studies. I would go there whenever I was free. At that time, you were only 16 or 7 years old. But then you stopped going. I thought I would never see you again. I didn’t expect You actually show up again."

Fang Fuling curled his lips: "Later in the third year of high school, I had to study hard, and I had to prepare for the exam. I seldom volunteered in the yard, but changed to donating money and materials."

"So you don't know how excited I am when I see you again." Liu Qingyun's voice was deep, and his tone was full of joy.

Fang Fuling suddenly smiled and said, "So is our great actor now having a secret crush? Has he been in a secret crush for so many years? Do I have such a great charm?"

"Your beauty will naturally be seen by people, such as me!" Liu Qingyun was serious, and Fang Fuling turned his head embarrassedly: "Walking so slowly, Erha should be impatient."

Liu Qingyun laughed loudly: "Then I will take it for two laps first. Will you walk slowly for a while?"

Watching Liu Qingyun and Fang Fuling talk happily, Jiang Chan waved the water mirror away. Qingyuan blinked: "You are doing a good job, do you take a break or go directly to the next world?"

Jiang Chan held his head: "After saying that I will do more tasks during this time, I'll do the tasks directly. Don't worry, I will do what I promised you."

Qingyuan points to the right finger: "I am not urging you to do the task..."

Jiang Chan slightly curled the corners of her lips: "That's OK, then I should rest for a while?"

"Don't..." When he saw Jiang Chan's joking smile, Qingyuan realized that he was put on by Jiang Chan, "Okay, you have your own idea, and I'm just being polite and polite with you."

Jiang Chan stretched out his hand and dialed the light group, while distracting and using it twice: "You don't need to be polite, we don't need to be so polite between us. Okay, let me look at the memory first, you can go ahead and do it."

"Ding Ling Ling! Ding Ling Ling!" Jiang Chan heard the desperate serial call as soon as she opened her eyes. She took the phone with a calm face and endured the headache after the hangover. There was a grumpy voice over there: "Qiu Xin, what the **** are you doing? The customers have arrived and you haven't come yet? I'll give you 30 minutes. If you don't come yet, don't come tomorrow!"

"Then I will resign and will not be accompanied! This month has just begun, and the salary these days will be my reward."

Squeezing the painful forehead, Jiang Chan said coldly, and then hung up the phone neatly, no matter how furious the people on the phone were.

Taking vain steps, Jiang Chan walked into the bathroom according to the memory of the original owner. The bathroom was very small. After contacting the layout of the room she had just seen, Jiang Chan shook his head.

The price of staying in the big city is that in this small dwelling every day, most of the monthly salary is used to pay the rent, and the remaining money is very difficult to maintain one's own expenses.

The drill camp who sharpened his head all day long, the leader is about to make a call immediately, not doing well is all the fault of the subordinates, on the contrary, all the credit will be given to the boss.

Just like now, obviously it’s the weekend off, but the boss still calls to meet the customers. If it was the original owner, he must have left without saying a word, but after seeing the memory of the original owner's life, Jiang Chan decisively ignored the former boss.

WTF! Where can the capable people not survive? Do you have to make a living under the hands of a small manager? The top priority is not the company, but Feng Yuan, the mother of the original owner, Qiu Xin.

It was tonight that Feng Yuan committed suicide at home. This is also the regret of the original owner in this life. It was not until later that she had depression herself that she knew that her mother had suffered from severe depression a long time ago, and she had a tendency to self-harm and finally embarked on the road of suicide.

After hurriedly booking the nearest high-speed rail ticket, regardless of the pitiful balance on the original master card, Jiang Chan packed up a few of the original owner's clothes and hurriedly reached the original owner's place two hours later.

This is only a second-tier city, which is far worse than the financial city where the original owner is staying.

Seeing that the time was around four o'clock in the afternoon, Jiang Chan felt relieved. The old lady was sent to the hospital at around seven o'clock in the evening, and she must be staying at home when she goes back at this point.

There happened to be a vegetable market outside the community. Jiang Chan dragged the suitcase in and wandered around. When he came out, he was full of fruits and vegetables.

Feng Yuan lives on the fifth floor. This kind of old community usually doesn't have an elevator. In addition, when Feng Yuan and his wife bought a house, they chose five plus six.

Jiang Chan carried the suitcase in one hand and a pocket of vegetables in the other. He was panting just after climbing three floors. Jiang Chan frowned, a common problem who has been sitting in the office for a long time, a typical sub-healthy group.

After finally climbing to the fifth floor, looking at the closed door, Jiang Chan opened the door lazily, knocking on the door. Is she going to be exhausted? When she settles down, this body must be well exercised and recuperated.

After knocking like this for a minute, someone slowly came to open the door. Looking at the old lady standing inside the door, Jiang Chan's eyes were a little red, and the original owner was emotional.

Compared with Jiang Chan's excitement, the old lady was calm, her spirits were very low, even raising her eyelids seemed to have taken a lot of her work.

"Why are you back at this time?"

Jiang Chan lowered his eyebrows. "I quit my job, and I came back here to take refuge in you. Mom, you have to eat and take me in, otherwise I will have to sleep on the road tonight."

The old lady moved away slowly: "Come in."

Jiang Chan dragged his suitcase into the door~www.wuxiamtl.com~ It was past five o'clock in the afternoon, and it was getting dark in winter, and the room was already dim. She subconsciously reached out and turned on the door light: "Why don't you turn on the light at home, it's so dark."

The old lady did not speak, but remained silent. Jiang Chan sighed silently, helped the old lady to sit down on the sofa in the living room, found the remote control and found a cute pet show, then went to the kitchen to wander around and plugged in the electric kettle.

This old lady was at home alone, and she was able to drive people crazy with this boundless loneliness.

Feng Yao sat on the sofa blankly like a wooden person, staring blankly at the cute pets on the TV, looking like he didn't see anything.

Jiang Chan was not idle either. Taking advantage of the time to boil the water, she found a rag and cleaned the house roughly. As for the detailed cleaning, she waited until the dinner was finished at night.

After washing the rag several times and looking at the much cleaner home with satisfaction, Jiang Chan nodded slightly, and took out a lemon and a bottle of honey from his vegetable pocket. Jiang Chan quickly made a cup of honey lemon tea for the old lady.

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