Chapter Ninety-Eight: Chasing Strategy
After sending Fang Lan away, Bai Yun went around in a circle and found Prunella grass on a street near the coffee shop.
Xia Kucao only glanced at Bai Yun and asked, "What did Fang Lan say?" ”
"I hesitated and chirped, and then went back."
"Big sister, fried bananas." Bai Yun asked the small vendor who bought snacks on the roadside for some food, held it in his hand, and said as he walked.
"Prunella, why don't you stop me."
"Stop what?"
"Load, load, load."
Bai Yunyuan was just gossiping, and in front of Xia Kucao, he casually said some words, probably to instigate Fang Lan to pursue Chen Si and other sassy suggestions.
This is not only Bai Yun's casual words, but also an idea in her mind.
But what she never expected was that this summer withered grass actually took advantage of her enthusiasm to trick her - let her promise to go out in person to persuade Fang Lan.
Isn't this using her as a gunman?
Bai Yun finished eating the fried banana in his hand, and the two of them had already walked to the famous riverside in G City.
At this moment, the sky is high and the clouds are light, the river is calm, and I can faintly see birds flying in a neat line.
The weather in G City has always been good, and there is not a trace of variegation in the blue sky.
Bai Yun was bored and ate skewers, as if she was waiting for summer withered grass, but it didn't look like it.
"Let's go."
Xia Withthered Grass stopped a step, landed behind Bai Yun, and pushed her forward.
After the two of them went one after the other, Shengsheng walked back to the Shanshui community from the riverside, and the tired Bai Yun didn't even want to eat.
Bai Yun went back to the house after dinner, sat down at the table, took a pen and paper, and began to write a strategy - Fang Lan's strategy for pursuing Chen Si.
Entrusted by people, loyal to people.
Since Bai Yun had already promised Xia Kucao to match Fang Lan and Chen Si's affairs, he should do his best, and it was not as simple as the autographed photo of Ling Ying that he said, it was never.
Bai Yun wrote the strategy and sent it to Fang Lan, and the two started a plan.
Ms. Fang Qing didn't know what she was busy with recently, so she didn't watch the eight o'clock palace fight drama in the living room after dinner, but studied some messy things in the study.
Bai Yun went in and read it once, and it was those yellowed books and copywriting that had been piled up for many years, all of which were related to the law.
Bai Yun asked Professor Bai why Ms. Fang Qing was so keen on the profession of lawyer.
Professor Bai's answer is: There are always pursuits in life, just like Bai Yun likes to read novels and constellations, Ms. Fang Qing just likes to view the bars. Born.
Bai Yun didn't believe it at first, but then slowly believed it.
My grandparents were farmers, and my uncles and aunts didn't read much, only Ms. Fang Qing, who had been in college under the pressure of life at that time.
But everything has a reason, Ms. Fang Qing must have a reason to study the Fa, right?
Although she had never been able to figure out Ms. Fang Qing's preferences, Bai Yun still chose to respect her.
"Mom, give you hot milk."
"Hmm."
Bai Yun put down the hot milk and turned around to walk out of the study.
She paused, "Mom, are you going back to work and continue to struggle?" ”
Although Ms. Fang Qing was very good at work when she was young and rarely failed, it is still difficult for her to return to the position of lawyer at her current age.
"I'm thinking about it, but I'm not decided."
There will always be a conflict between dreams and reality. Just like when Fang Qing was willing to wash her hands and make soup for Bai Xiuxian, just like now she wants to return to the workplace after the age of confusion.
Fang Qing didn't know what her purpose was for doing this, what it was for, she only knew that she still had blood in her heart, and she was unwilling to stay at home all day, only revolving around her husband and daughter.
"Then you pay attention to the time and rest early. I went back to my room. ”。
"Hmm."