Warm spring, the sun is too bright. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Jiang Weisheng copied the documents and went out with his ID card and wallet.

Two copies of the contract must be printed, and two copies of the ID card must be made. The cost of printing and copying adds up to a total of 24 yuan. Jiang Weisheng signed his name in the place where he needed to sign on the document, and went to the business office of SF Express, because it was in the same city, so the express delivery fee was not much. But for the current Jiang Weisheng, a dime is a treasure.

The original owner only left more than 400 yuan at that time, and she went to the supermarket to buy things that day almost ran out, and spent more than 50 yuan, and some toiletries were replaced with new ones, which also cost money, coming and going, and she now only has more than 300 yuan left; In addition, pregnancy needs nutrition, but how can this money be nutritious, saving food is only enough to spend more than ten days, and the manuscript fee is not so fast.

If you win an essay contest, you won't be able to receive the prize money until the last month.

Looks like I'll have to go home in the evening and study the plane trade to see if I can exchange something useful.

Otherwise, she was afraid that her children would starve to death if they didn't have a chance to see the outside world.

On the way home, Jiang Weisheng passed by a shop, mountain flavor fried buns.

The fragrance of fried buns wafted out, and Jiang Weisheng couldn't help but be greedy.

"Boss, how do you sell this fried bun?"

The boss saw that the girl was skinny and obviously malnourished. "The big one is five cents a piece, and the small one is one dollar."

Jiang Weisheng touched his stomach and took out two yuan from his wallet, "Bring me two small ones, thank you!" ”

"Okay!" The boss used a white plastic bag to fill her with two fried buns, and after packing, he took a white plastic bag and put it on. "Slow down, welcome to come back next time."

According to this degree of carefulness, Jiang Weisheng's satisfaction has risen to a higher level. Looking at the full house of people in the store and the pedestrians who flock to her from time to time, you can guess that the business of this mountain fried bun is very good.

So the taste shouldn't be bad, right?

Jiang Weisheng swallowed his saliva carefully, and was about to untie the bag and eat a fried bun, but it was still hot. Thanks to the shopkeeper's thoughtful addition of a bag, her hands were not greasy.

A silver-white luxury car passed in front of her and stopped. The window slowly fell, revealing the handsome face of the man in the driver's seat.

Ling Qianchao's indifferent gaze fell on her, and a hint of inquiry flashed in her eyes: "Miss Jiang, get in the car." ”

Jiang Weisheng is now a blank sheet of paper, and he doesn't know who the person in front of him is.

This posture, he knows her?

The original owner was so poor that he committed suicide, and he still knew this kind of person who looked like a dog?

Jiang Weisheng looked at him a few times quietly, and said with a straight face: "Sir, do you have something wrong?" ”

The other party chuckled, with contempt in his smile: "Miss Jiang's title is really polite." ”

Jiang Weisheng didn't like his high-minded posture, invited people to get in the car, and played riddles. Laugh and laugh, but laugh like "ridicule", can you be sincere?

"If you have something to say, I'll go first."

"Wait-" Ling Qianchao stopped her unhurriedly, "I heard that Miss Jiang... Pregnant? ”

Is it okay for Jiang Weisheng not to do it: "And then?" ”

"I think we need to talk."

"Why?"

"Because of your belly."

It seems that he really has something to do with the original owner. Although she said that she would leave the past behind and make a new Jiang Weisheng. But in the past, I took the initiative to come to the door, so I can't let it go. Moreover, she wanted to know everything about her children, such as her own father.

This is not to do anything, but simply to determine the child's genes, for fear of being disabled.

Jiang Weisheng calmly opened the car door and got into the car, still holding two fried buns in his hands.

Ling Qianchao's brow furrowed slightly when her gaze touched the fried bun in her hand; Although it was invisible, it was still captured by Jiang Weisheng.

It is worthy of a luxury car, the car is very warm, and the seat cushion is also very comfortable, Jiang Weisheng adjusted his sitting posture, not planning to care about the frowning emotions of the strange man, as if he was leisurely looking out of the window, but he was actually listening to Xiaomeng's words.

[Host, he is Ling Qianchao, the second young master of Huanyu Real Estate. Unable to scan his memories, not enough points. 】

Universal Properties? It's Huanyu Real Estate again!

The corner of Ling Qianchao's eyes was quite disdainful, and he didn't say anything, and the car stopped in front of the destination Jincai.

Jiang Weisheng glanced up, the date with Yan Fei will be tomorrow, is this restaurant brocade?

Jiang Weisheng took two fried buns and got out of the car, followed Ling Qianchao to the door of the high-end of the brocade, and the waiter respectfully came up to greet the two, and his eyes fell on the fried buns in Jiang Qiansheng's hand with some astonishment.

Where did the second young man of the Ling family bring the turtle?

Not to mention, the smell of this fried bun is quite strong.

came to a private room, and Jiang Weisheng sat down.

Ling Qianchao seemed to have made a reservation in advance.

Jiang Weisheng has been eating very simple for the past few days, and at first glance, all the snacks and side dishes that came up were all some delicate snacks and side dishes, and her stomach began to hurt uncontrollably.

Hungry and painful!

She used to have a relatively weak appetite, and after pregnancy, her appetite was unusual. It's a bit ashamed to say it, Jiang Weisheng has been dreaming these days, and what he dreams about is not the little guy in his stomach, but all food.

On the first day, I dreamed of going to the mountains to pick bayberry, which was sour, and it was estimated that it was a smash.

The next day, I dreamed of eating spicy chicken legs, spicy, it was estimated that it was a female baby.

On the third day, I dreamed of opening a cake shop, is it sweet, what is it?

[Host, hold on!] 】

-- Food comes first.

Ling Qianchao originally thought that her hillbilly buns would start directly, but she didn't expect that she just picked up the fried buns on the side, and when the bag opened, the pungent smell of fried buns came up again.

"Miss Jiang?"

"Huh?"

"If you're hungry, you can eat the food on the table."

"Oh, but I just want to eat my own."

"I'm in for a treat today, so I'll eat as much as I want."

"Then you're welcome."

Neither eye saw you're polite!

Jiang Weisheng took a sip of orange juice, only to feel cool and comfortable, sweet to the stomach. He took the time to glance at Ling Qianchao: "By the way, Mr. Ling has something to say." ”

This woman's face is not good, she is thin, like a white bone spirit. Ling Qianchao swallowed the words that had just reached his lips, and asked instead, "You haven't eaten for a few days?" ”

"Oh, I eat every day, but I just can't get enough." Jiang Weisheng looked calm: "It's not that I'm pregnant and hungry." ”

"The child is mine?" Ling Qianchao looked at her steadily.

"What do you mean by that?"

Ling Qianchao's expression was cold, and he slowly pushed over a check, "I think you left the child for this too." As much as you want, make a price, as long as it's not too much, I will satisfy you. What to do you know. ”

Jiang Weisheng took a sip of orange juice and looked at him sarcastically: "You let me do the abortion?" ”

"You know, our night was just a mistake. And with your identity, you are not worthy of entering the door of our Ling family at all. ”