Raising his head, Xiang Xiaochuang's eyes sparkled and he asked calmly: "Are you responsible for Xiaoling's surgery?"
"Of course." Du Jiawen looked at her deeply, naturally feeling a condescending feeling of superiority.
"Okay." Xiang Xiaochuang closed his eyes and replied tiredly, "What do I need to do? I'm sorry, maybe your investment was a mistake. I have no relevant experience."
Du Jiawen was obviously stunned for a long time before his chest resonated. With a smile on his face, he gently patted her back: "It's okay."
There is a very strong hunch that his "investment" was definitely not a mistake.
"I have submitted my resignation..." When I said this, I was even a little sad. I spent two years after graduating from school at Yixin. From materials to costs, I finally became an assistant. Such a regret
, not one o'clock or two o'clock.
"Very good, I don't want you to work at Yixin either. You have learned how to please me, how should I reward you?" Du Jiawen joked, stroking her red lips with his fingers.
Xiang Xiaochuang was startled, and his back straightened immediately.
"Let's go, I'll take you home, pack your things, and move to my apartment." Du Jiawen was a little dissatisfied, and his tone was a little cold.
Xiang Xiaochuang was about to express his objection, but when he thought about it, he really had no position, so he could only watch him turn around in dismay. Thinking that he had completed his studies by doing part-time jobs and maintained his position for more than 20 years, but it was broken in one day, wasn't it?
Not sad.
I want to cry loudly right away, but I don't know which embrace I can find that can indulge my unbridled tears.
It turned out that she had worked hard for twenty-six years, but in the end she still had nothing. The faint scars on her hands reminded her of the hard work she had done.
There was a lump of resentment in my chest, and tears filled my eyes, but I didn't dare to close my eyes, for fear that they would accidentally fall to the ground, and my heart would also be broken.
When the car stopped, Xiang Xiaochuang opened the door and went out. When a tear was about to fall, it was blown away in the wind, and no trace was ever seen again.
Because I was so worried, I was a little surprised when I opened the attic door and realized that Du Jiawen had been following me.
But she was resentful towards him, so she didn't say anything, and just pushed the door open and went in. She had very few things, a roll of clothes, and she dragged a half-used suitcase and only filled half of it. The remaining half was
A stack of books.
When my hand touched the long skirt, the bitterness in my heart gradually emerged again. I wished I could drive Du Jiawen out and lie on the bed and cry.
Holding it in his hand, he stood stunned for a long time before finally putting the long skirt into the box.
Du Jiawen frowned and looked at the small room. There was only one window, which was still half shorter than normal. Apart from a bed, there was a simple table, and there was no room to turn around.
"Can people live in a place like this?"
Xiang Xiaochuang closed the lid and said calmly: "It's the cheapest here and I'll be satisfied if I can have a roof over my head. I won't force it."
The suitcase was also old. She might have used it when she was in school, but she never wanted to throw it away. The lock was broken, so Xiang Xiaochuang found a plastic bag in the corner, tied the buckle, and lifted it up.
Although the box was not big, the books were still quite heavy. Her center of gravity was unsteady and she almost hit the door frame.