At this moment, Haiyue's life in Bailu Village is really different from the past. She never even thought that she would have this day, and she never dared to think about it.
Although the mute girl can't speak, sometimes with a look or a simple sign, everyone understands what she means, and a tacit understanding between the sisters has already been formed. It's not like the beginning, when everything has to be drawn, and nothing can be drawn.
Everyone can only be anxious.
Haitang still hasn't replied to Boss Fang's letter. She is too lazy to refuse. You also want it, and the more I make it impossible for you to get it...
A few days later, one afternoon, Haitang and Yamei went to the guild hall to deliver goods, and saw Leng Zhiqiu pouring tea for Mr. Zhang. The two got along very well these days and knew each other well.
I originally wanted to open the door and go in, but there were no guests in the club at this time.
to hear the conversation between the two.
"Master, have some tea," Leng Zhiqiu said.
"Thank you." Mr. Zhang smiled.
"Why do you say thank you every time I serve you tea?" Leng Zhiqiu asked.
"Express my gratitude." Mr. Zhang said.
"Is there nothing else between us but gratitude?" Leng Zhiqiu asked rather disappointedly.
"Yes, we are colleagues. In Haitang's words, we are now colleagues. We are like grasshoppers on a rope, supporting the dyeing workshop together." The young master smiled and continued to drink tea.
"I mean, is there anything else besides this... I've seen you never be so polite to Haitang, Wintersweet, Tian Niu and others. You even joke with Lulu, but you never talk to me..." Leng
Zhiqiu said.
"I have known them for a long time, and I am very familiar with them, so I don't have any scruples in my words. Miss Leng, you are a lady, and I am afraid that speaking like that will hurt you." Mr. Zhang said.
"Then you're not afraid of hurting them?" Leng Zhiqiu asked.
"They, haha, my few words can't hurt them, especially Lulu, I'm afraid no exaggerated joke can hurt her." Mr. Zhang laughed.
"You are afraid of hurting me, can I understand that you care about me..." Leng Zhiqiu lowered his head and said softly.
"What are you talking about? Miss Leng?" Mr. Zhang was not paying attention and didn't hear clearly.
But these words were heard by the dumb girl and Haitang outside the door, who were covering their mouths and enjoying themselves. Of course they couldn't go in at this time. Leng Zhiqiu was also embarrassed when he went in, which delayed the two people's "whispering."
"Why are you calling me Miss Leng again? It's better to call me Zhiqiu. It sounds more comfortable..." Leng Zhiqiu said.
"Haha, it's just a title. I didn't expect that you are very thoughtful. Titles are just passing words. In Haitang's words, they are just code names. In Huicong's words, many people used this title before you, and they will do the same after you.
There are many people who call me this, so why bother?" Mr. Zhang said.
Leng Zhiqiu didn't speak for a long time...
Because she had thought about the following words for a long time and held it back for a long time, but she still didn't have the courage to say it. After all, she was a woman.
"This is the purse I embroidered. If you don't mind, just take it..." Leng Zhiqiu said and put the purse next to the tea cup.
The purse is embroidered with a pair of mandarin ducks, which are very beautiful...
It can be seen that every stitch and every stitch is done with great care and neatness.
Purse, no matter how debauched Mr. Zhang is, he still knows what it means when a woman gives a man a purse...
"Miss Leng, I can't accept this purse. Thank you for your kindness..." Mr. Zhang said.