The two quarreled on the street, arguing that Xiong Hua's briefcase fell to the ground, he suddenly remembered that he still had to go to work, he didn't care about the quarrel, grabbed the briefcase on the ground, pulled his legs and ran, it was still too late to catch up, and he was repaired by the boss who hung his face, and he died of depression. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Qin Kewen felt sorry for Fang Qing, and the telegram was no longer sent, so he found the best hospital in the county to treat Fang Qing's arm.

"Doctor, her arm is fine!"

Qin Kewen looked at Fang Qing, bruises on his arms, and hated to be in pain on himself.

After the doctor assured that it was okay, he remembered that there was still a telegram that had not been sent, thanked the doctor for the medicine, and hurried to the telegraph office.

The telegraph office is different from other places, the space is not large, the iron bar grille of the counter divides the inside into two pieces inside and outside, the outside is square, about ten square meters, there are two rows of long chairs, usually busy, the customers who arrive later will sit on the benches and wait, the inside is rectangular, about seven or eight square meters, squeezed and sat next to each other, five or six staff, after the customer telegram is written, the staff will send the telegram to the back of the newspaper room.

When Qin Kewen and Fang Qing arrived, it was almost noon, and he was the only customer in the entire telegraph office, so he was busy writing the content at the counter and handing it to the staff.

Xiong Hua had a good morning, just took two bites, and was knocked off the ground, this half a day, the grain of rice did not enter, taking advantage of the gap in the report, touching the belly of the cooing, and walking out of the telegraph room with vigorous steps.

"Xiong Hua," Xiao Wang, the counter worker, raised the note in his hand, "You came just in time, there is a telegram to send." ”

Xiao Wang accepted Qin Kewen's telegram and turned around to send it to the telegram room, when he happened to meet Xiong Hua, who was touching his belly and came out of the telegram room.

Just right, it can make him run less.

I don't know what's going on today, but there are a lot of people who send reports to the telegraph office, and I don't know how many times he has run back and forth in the morning, and his two legs are almost thinner.

"Brother, I've been hungry for a long time, go out and find something to eat, Lao Li is inside, you let Lao Li send it!"

Xiong Hua was talking as he walked out, and suddenly he saw Qin Kewen outside the iron bar on the counter.

"Wait a minute," he said, "give me the telegram, and suddenly I'm not hungry again." ”

"Maybe I'm too hungry!"

Xiao Wang did not doubt him, and jokingly stuffed the telegram to Xiong Hua.

Xiong Hua pinched the telegram and pouted outside, "Is that guy's telegram?" ”

Xiao Wang looked outside, raised his eyebrows, and looked Xiong Hua up and down, "I said, you can!" What does it matter to you whether people have money or not? You just send the telegram, it's not good to hate the rich like this. ”

Xiao Wang said this, Xiong Hua had a bottom in his heart.

"Alright, alright!" Xiong Hua folded the telegram, "I just asked, and I didn't say that I wouldn't send it." ”

Saying that, he turned around and walked into the telegraph room, behind him, Xiao Wang shook his head, this Xiong Hua is too straight-tempered and his mouth is not very good.

Xiong Hua sat in front of the radio, put on headphones, spread out Qin Kewen's telegram, and pressed the button bit by bit according to the words on it.

This world is really unreasonable, that kid bumped into him, it doesn't matter if he doesn't apologize, and he drags him to apologize, and he has to send him a telegram.

Xiong Hua thought angrily, his eyes fell on the number on the telegram, and he didn't know what he was thinking at the time, so he dropped the first number and the second number by mistake.

I didn't realize until I finished sending it that I had sent the wrong telegram, what should I do? After working for so many years, he has never made a mistake, and today he came to teach that kid and disturbed his god form.

Re-send?

No, I've been working for so many years, and I haven't moved in this position, and I've just been getting promoted recently, how can I make a mistake at work at this juncture? .

No way! Absolutely not!

Besides, the trouble was caused by that kid, so let it be a compensation for himself!

Looking at the content of this telegram, it doesn't seem to be a very light to see, maybe I did something good unintentionally.

Xiong Hua sat there and comforted himself, and then left this matter behind.

Qin Kewen didn't know that his quarrel on the street had triggered such consequences, and after sending the telegram, he took Fang Qing to the street with satisfaction.

"What's the boss's good style lately?"

Qin Kewen carefully looked at the various clothes hanging on the four walls of the shop and asked the boss.

"Chen's garment shop" is the best garment shop in the county, not only the stitches are dense and neat, but also the style is the latest, as long as the big city is popular what style, the Chen family garment shop, there will be what style of clothes, and then after a while, other stores will have.

"You're really here," the shopkeeper looked at Qin Kewen with a very eye-catching look, and carefully took out a dark green cheongsam from the cupboard, but handed it to Fang Jing.

"You see, this cheongsam is the most popular style in Shanghai nowadays, you look at the workmanship, looking at the flowers on it, especially how delicate the buckle is."

The shopkeeper worked hard to Fang Qing and strongly recommended this cheongsam.

"Your skin and this cheongsam really complement each other, it's like it's tailor-made for you, why don't you try it?"

Fang Qing was extremely embarrassed, shook her hand and hurriedly said, "No, no." ”

What cheongsam does she wear, it is their young lady and wife, and no one wears cheongsam at home.

called the shopkeeper to boast like this, but Qin Kewen was interested, "Put it on and try it." ”

"No, no, no!" Fang Qing was so anxious that her face turned red.

If you don't do business, it's called a fool, and the shopkeeper called a female guy and led Fang Qing into the fitting room.

After a while, the curtain of the fitting room was lifted, and Fang Yan walked out of it very uncomfortably.

Qin Kewen's eyes lit up instantly.

The dark green velvet cheongsam, the gold thread buckle, and the colorful silk thread embroidered with the phoenix wearing the peony.

As the shopkeeper said, this cheongsam is as if it was tailor-made for Fang Qing, with a tight fabric that wraps Fang Qing's delicate curves, waist/fiber/hips/plumpness.

Qin Kewen swallowed and foamed, "Shopkeeper, we want this cheongsam!" ”

"No way!" Fang Qing hurriedly spoke to stop it.

The young master asked her to try, then she tried it, anyway, it doesn't cost money to try on clothes, but it is absolutely impossible to buy them back.

Not to mention her young lady and wife, she has never seen it in the entire Zhuzhou Town, a person wearing a cheongsam, except for Mo Ruhui, of course.

How did she wear such clothes?

If you don't drown in the spitting stars, you will be poked in the back by others.

Hurriedly ran into the fitting room to change it down, "Young master, let's go, I don't want it!" ”

Fang Qing was talking here, and the female guy with quick hands and feet over there had already hung her clothes on the hanger.

"Shopkeeper, I want this cheongsam!"

With a crisp voice, Mo Ruhui crossed the threshold. (To be continued.) )