When Huang Jun returned home, he was again surprised to find that Sun Jiaqian had returned.
"Why did you get off work so early? The company is not busy?" Huang Jun asked looking at Sun Jiaqian sitting on the sofa.
Sun Jiaqian shook her head: "I'm not busy. We are a media company. It's OK if we complete the task."
Huang Jun nodded: "That's great, but it's a pity that it's not as easy as me."
"You beat up the factory director's cousin yesterday, but the factory director didn't fire you?" Sun Jiaqian looked at Huang Jun and asked. Before Huang Jun could answer, she looked at Huang Jun with doubt on her face and said, "That's not right. This morning,
Uncle Sun called me and said you were fired."
"Tell me, where have you been fooling around, and why did you come back just now?"
Huang Jun rolled his eyes and sat next to her, put his arms around her neck, and said, "This is called a turn of events. The director of the factory saw that I was a talented person and invited me back again. He even gave me a banquet to welcome me. If you don't believe it,
You ask Sun Maotong, he will accompany you."
Sun Jiaqian looked at him, took out her cell phone and actually called.
"Jia Qian, I was still thinking of calling you. Huang Jun is back at work again. Uncle, I want to ask you something. What did Huang Jun do before? Do you know some big shots?" Sun Jiaqian just called Sun Maoqiang.
After saying hello, he started asking.
Huang Jun shrugged, stood up and walked aside.
Sun Jiaqian glanced at him and replied to Sun Maotong: "He used to sell wood, and I had some business dealings with him, so we got to know each other. Uncle Sun, why are you asking this?"
"It's okay, just ask around. Huang Jun is nice and dedicated. If you have time, take him to my house as a guest." Sun Maotong responded to the invitation perfunctorily.
After hanging up the phone, Sun Jiaqian felt a little confused. Huang Jun had only been on the job for two days, and no matter how sharp the factory director was, there was no way he could discover that he was a talent.
Huang Jun himself didn't want to explain, so Sun Jiaqian simply didn't ask and gave him the greatest respect. Who didn't have a little secret? Sun Jiaqian thought it through.
After dinner, Huang Jun, like a thief, walked to the wall again and eavesdropped on what was going on next door.
There was no sound of conversation next door, maybe the old couple went out to enjoy the cool air.
The night passes and the day comes again.
On the way to work, Huang Jun looked at the sun in the sky and frowned. Sunlight belongs to fire and gives warmth and light to the entire earth. Can the sun's rays be collected?
This question stumped Huang Jun. He didn't even think of a way out until he walked into the warehouse. He misses Xiaoyu a little now. With him here, even if he can't think of a solution, at least he still has someone to talk to?
"Oh, oh, what are you thinking about? It's time to go to work. Find me two precision parts."
Huang Jun was wandering and thinking wildly when an rude voice slapped the drawings and shouted.
Huang Jun rolled his eyes, looked at Song Qiaoman at the table, sat upright, and said boredly: "Sister, I don't understand the drawings. Can you go find them with the drawings?"
"You don't understand and can't learn? You can't never learn?" Song Qiaoman stared at Huang Jun and asked.
Huang Jun nodded: "Okay, I'll learn. But I won't be able to learn it for a while, and I don't have a teacher to teach me..."
"I'll teach you." Song Qiaoman took over.
Huang Jun scratched his brow after hearing this. This eldest sister is so enthusiastic. Don't you know that I am lazy? Don't you know that I don't want to see you the most?
Unable to express what he was thinking, Huang Jun forced a smile and stood up, placed the chair behind her, and said politely: "I'll trouble you."
Song Qiaoman sat down unceremoniously, unfolded the drawings, tapped them and reminded: "Look carefully, this is a three-dimensional view. The one below is a three-dimensional view, and the one next to it is a partial anatomy."
Huang Jun nodded: "I've learned this before, it's on mechanical drawing."
Song Qiaoman turned to look at him and said coldly: "You went to college, how come you can't understand a simple three-dimensional view? Huang Jun, do you really plan to hang out here?"
Huang Jun bared his teeth and smiled at her: "Look at what you said, am I that kind of person? I'm very motivated, but you didn't see it. Okay, I'll do more research, how about you go find it?"
Song Qiaoman nodded at him, not sure whether it was disappointment or seeing his true face.
She got up and started searching among the shelves.
Huang Jun glanced at her, sat down simply, and lay there looking at the drawings and worrying. What's there to see in this crap? I can make a gun without drawings. The only thing is that I can't make bullets.
Song Qiaoman's ability seems to be quite high, and he easily found what he needed.
They were two gears, made very standard. She held one in each hand.
As she walked out, she looked around dishonestly. As if she had made a new discovery, she simply hugged the two gears in her arms and freed her hands to grab the short shaft on the shelf.
Her greed directly caused trouble.
A gear slipped out of her arms and hit her foot with great accuracy.
"Ah!" Song Qiaoman jumped and exclaimed.
"What's wrong?" Hearing the scream, Huang Jun quickly turned his head and saw her sitting on the ground, taking off her shoes and rubbing her feet. Big tears rolled out of her eyes.
"Sister, what's wrong with us?" Huang Jun ran over and asked with concern.
"I smashed my foot and it seems to be swollen." Song Qiaoman said with a tearful voice.
"Let me take a look?" Huang Jun extended his hand kindly.
"Don't touch it!" Song Qiaoman nudged him nervously with her elbow.
"I'll carry you to the hospital to take a X-ray to prevent any fractures," Huang Jun said.
"It really hurts. Please help me up." Song Qiaoman said with a grin.
Huang Jun lifted her up.
Looking at the tears on her face, Huang Jun said: "Just don't cry. If others see it, they will think that I dropped it on you."
"You bullied me, I will sue my cousin and fire you." Song Qiaoman threatened Huang Jun with a glare.
Huang Jun no longer knows her as well.
Song Qiaoman jumped twice with Huang Jun's support, held on to the shelf, looked at Huang Jun and hesitated for a while: "You carry me."
Huang Jun nodded.
Carrying her out of the warehouse and arriving at the parking lot, Huang Jun asked, "Where's your car?"
Song Qiaoman pointed to a red car: "There, here is the key."
Huang Jun took the key, drove the car over, and asked her to get in. Then he asked for his number and called the factory director: "Director, Master Song broke her foot. I will send her to the hospital to take a film. Please send her to the hospital."
Let’s take a look at the warehouse personally.”
"Who is Master Song?" Huang Jun called, and Zhang Xueqiang was a little overjoyed. But he didn't understand the meaning of Huang Jun's words. After trying to figure it out, he figured it out: "It's Qiaoman, that's okay, you go quickly, it won't be in the way.
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"It should be fine."
Huang Jun guessed and started the car and drove Song Qiaoman to the nearby central hospital.
After an examination in the hospital, Huang Jun finally felt relieved. It was just congestion, not a fracture.
"Do you want to inject some penicillin to reduce inflammation?" Huang Jun asked with concern.
Song Qiaoman looked down at her feet and shook her head: "No, you can send me to Li's Clinic. They have plaster. Just apply it and it'll be fine."
"Who?" Huang Jun looked at her in disbelief: "You also know Li's Clinic, and how effective is his plaster?"
"Everyone from all over the country knows that it is a magical medicine. Hurry up, it hurts." Song Qiaoman urged.
Huang Jun nodded and simply carried her downstairs.
After putting her in the car, Huang Jun raised the corner of his mouth and shook his head. This girl didn't have a good temper, but her breasts were quite big. She bounced on her and felt very comfortable.
Li's Clinic is located in his neighborhood, and Huang Jun found it easily.
The old Chinese medicine doctor was very busy and was checking the pulse of a gorgeous and sexy woman.
"I'm afraid traditional Chinese medicine won't be able to cure her. It's better for her to go to a regular hospital." Li Qinghong, an old traditional Chinese medicine doctor, took her pulse, looked at the woman's face, and advised her kindly.
"Can it really be cured?" the woman asked expectantly.
Li Qinghong shook her head, put away her stethoscope, and said, "Genital warts are difficult to cure. I don't have the testing equipment here."
The woman left with a sad face.
Huang Jun glanced at the sexy woman and shivered with disgust.
Seeing Song Qiaoman step forward, Huang Jun quickly removed the stool the woman was sitting on and replaced it with a new one.
"Don't be nervous. It can't be easily spread through clothes." The old Chinese medicine doctor seemed to have noticed Huang Jun's thoughts and explained in a pleasant manner.
"That thing is gross, you have to be on guard." Huang Jun replied, looking at Li Qinghong and said: "Doctor Li, we are neighbors, I live next door to you. My friend broke his foot, so I need to put some plaster on it."
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"Oh, you were the one who moved in recently. Well, it was just a little noisy in the middle of the night." Li Qinghong said pointedly.
Huang Jun's old face immediately turned red.
"Doctor, please take a look." Seeing that Huang Jun was talking about home affairs with the Chinese medicine doctor and neglecting himself, Song Qiaoman said quickly.
"Sorry, sorry." Li Qinghong apologized and walked around the table, looking at Song Qiaoman's foot injury again.
"No bones were injured. It's easy to heal." Li Qinghong stood up, looked at Huang Jun, and said apologetically: "It's just that there is no plaster today. It will be tomorrow morning at the earliest."
After hearing this, Song Qiaoman looked at Huang Jun as if asking for help.
"Wait a minute, why don't you give me an IV first?" Huang Jun asked for her opinion.
"Your house is next door? Can I go to your house? It's not convenient here." Song Qiaoman asked.
"It takes more than three hours at a time. It's inconvenient to go to the bathroom or something in the middle, so it's easier to take care of me when I go home," Li Qinghong said.
Huang Jun nodded: "Okay."
Li Qinghong followed Huang Jun back home, gave Song Qiaoman an injection and left.
Song Qiaoman looked at the decoration in the room and asked curiously: "Are you married? Do you live here by yourself?"
Huang Jun peeled an apple and handed it to her and said, "My fiancée and I live here, and you are the first guest."
"Are you engaged?" Song Qiaoman asked curiously.
Huang Jun nodded: "I've made an appointment. We'll get married this year. What is the eldest sister's partner doing? Why didn't you see him?"
"I need to go to the bathroom." Song Qiaoman said without answering, looking around.
Huang Jun rolled his eyes, lazy ass would urinate even if he didn't poop.
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