"Tingting, Tingting, do you remember what I said?" Zhou Qingmiao looked at Jiang Tingting and listened carefully for half of it, and seemed to be a little distracted behind her, frowning slightly, a little worried that Jiang Tingting was not concentrating at the beginning.

Jiang Tingting came back to her senses, and knew that she had deserted, so she hurriedly concentrated, glanced at the recorded book, roughly repeated it, and asked the price range of the last few groups of hangers that she didn't hear clearly: "Qingmiao, I haven't had time to write down these sets of prices." ”

Zhou Qingmiao saw that she listened to most of it, so she smiled and nodded, but she was not impatient, she said it again, and said softly: "You can't remember that you can secretly take the book in front of the front desk cabinet to read, but it's better to remember it all in your head, otherwise it's not good to bargain with customers." ”

"Uh-huh, I will, Aomib." Jiang Tingting assured.

Because there were no customers at this moment, the two of them tidied up their clothes a little and sat at the front desk cabinet.

Jiang Tingting was wearing the soles of her shoes, and Zhou Qingmiao was sitting there drawing clothes, not adult styles, all children's clothes, children's clothes of all kinds of cute animals, such as dinosaurs, pandas and tigers with hats, of course, it was open.

The cute clothes of the elder brother and the younger brother Chunchun at home were all made by Zhou Qingmiao with soft fabrics and sewing machines, and Zhou Qingmiao was already very skilled with sewing machines.

Jiang Tingting took several stitches, her eyes flickered to Zhou Qingmiao from time to time, and her sharp eyes saw her sliding down sleeves, revealing a circle of bruises and bruises, about her wrists were white and flawless, and these bruises and bruises were more and more conspicuous and terrifying, as if she had been violently attacked, and she didn't know how to pinch it, she was a little distressed when she saw it.

Also, her eyes crossed the red silk scarf around Zhou Qingmiao's neck, she rarely wears this kind of jewelry, and as far as she knows, Qingmiao is not a twisted person, why is she unwilling to take off the silk scarf today, besides, Qingmiao rarely wears a shawl, and wears it so tightly, it looks like she wants to hide something?

Jiang Tingting sometimes saw some men in the production team beating their mothers-in-law very fiercely, and some of the spicy mothers-in-law were a little evenly matched, but they were cowardly and almost didn't have a piece of good meat on their bodies.

For example, a living example is in front of her, her father often beat and scolded her mother when he had not yet given birth to a son.

It was hard for her not to wonder what was being covered, whether it was all like the bruises on the wrist, or even more horrible scars.

She immediately crossed Zhou Qingmiao's lover in her mind, a man named Lei Xudong, he was tall, strong and strong, full of muscles, in comparison, Zhou Qingmiao was much smaller and exquisite, and the difference in size between the two was too great.

Moreover, it seems that Qingmiao's lover used to be from the army, and this physical training is even more unusual.

If Zhou Qingmiao and his wife fight, with her small body, how can she beat a few fists of that big man, carrying her is like carrying a chicken, she has no power to fight back at all, she is completely pressed and beaten.

Although Zhou Qingmiao's lover doesn't look like it, Zhao Meng is not an example, how good Zhao Meng behaves to her, there is no one in the military area who does not praise him for being good to her, however, how could an irrelevant person think that looking at an upright person like this would do such a morally corrupt thing.

She was afraid that Zhou Qingmiao's lover was so sanctimonious, looking at justice and awe-inspiring, the ghost knew if it was another person at home.

Don't look at Jiang Tingting's fiery personality, in fact, there is a woman's delicacy.

Jiang Tingting knew that she shouldn't interfere in other people's family affairs, after all, she was an outsider, and she was likely to end up in the embarrassing position of complaining at both ends of the husband and wife, but Qingmiao was no one else, so she couldn't help but ask with concern: "Qingmiao, what's wrong with your wrist?" ”

(End of chapter)