Song Shengsheng likes to watch the fun, maybe she has done all the bad things herself. Now she sees the police taking the people away, she is a little scared.
Then she thought, she would not do anything illegal or criminal!
I will definitely not be arrested by the police.
After watching the excitement, the crowds dispersed.
Only then did Song Shengsheng see Zhao Xiaoning’s surprised face in the crowd. She didn’t know what Zhao Xiaoning always ran to her.
Zhao Xiaoning is really panicked now.
The direction of things goes against the previous life.
Of course she would panic.
But since Song Shengsheng saw it, Zhao Xiaoning went forward openly, still not giving up and asked, “Cousin, do you know what happened?”
Song Shengsheng felt that Zhao Xiaoning was very curious about everything.
I guess even if the passing dog was kicked, she would ask whose dog was kicked.
She said: “Someone was reported to steal something and resell it.”
Zhao Xiaoning felt cold now. It was really the case that Song Shengsheng stole things in his previous life!
In the previous life, at first they thought Song Shengsheng had gone out to resell her things, but later they found out that she had gone to the farm several times to deliver clothes and food.
I didn’t resell, but I actually took the things.
Zhao Xiaoning doesn’t understand why things are different in this life? She could no longer sit still and enjoy the fruits of her.
And it can be seen from the naked eye that Song Shengsheng is getting better and better in the supply and marketing cooperative.
Even in their textile factory, they are talking about the new salesperson from the supply and marketing cooperative. They are beautiful and sweet-mouthed, and the pastries they make are also delicious.
Zhao Xiaoning returned to the textile factory in a daze.
Before she could figure out what to do in the future, she was called by the little leader in the factory. The little leader looked very bad: “Comrade Zhao Xiaoning, you have been in our factory for two months, so I won’t say that you have taken leave too many times. You are not positive when working, you are lazy and work, and other comrades have a lot of opinions.”
She did little.
Others do more.
Of course there will be complaints.
Zhao Xiaoning made a lot of money by relying on Song Shengsheng’s cousin in her previous life.
It is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but it is difficult to go from extravagance to frugality.
She has long been unable to take up work on the textile factory assembly line, and she can’t get much money after being fucked all day long.
The young leader continued: “Comrade Zhao Xiaoning, the factory will give you another chance. If you still have this attitude this month, you won’t have to continue working.”
There is no shortage of workers in the textile factory.
How many people want to come in and become workers even if they squeeze their heads.
She is so ungrateful.
Zhao Xiaoning held back and didn’t talk back. She thought that she was not far from being seriously injured by Fu Cheng, and she would become the life-saving benefactor who helped her in time.
Do you still need to continue to be a female worker here?
“Team leader, I understand.” She said perfunctorily.
Seeing that she was a ghost who was unrepentant and could not persuade her to die, the young leader immediately stopped talking.
*
Song Shengsheng’s days have been full of life during this period.
Read books and questions, save money to make clothes.
The dog days passed and autumn was coming soon.
The autumn in Ningcheng was short and cold. She was afraid that her uncle would be frozen on the farm, so she bought some more cotton and cloth and made a new quilt for her uncle.
Song Shengsheng still remembered the words Fu Cheng said to her last time with a serious expression.
This time I didn’t dare to send things secretly.
But I was very rude to trouble Fu Cheng. Since he was the male protagonist of this book, he was always holding on to him when the sky fell.
“Can you help me send these things to my uncle?”
Fu Cheng looked at the quilt and clothes she had tidied up beside the bed, and she always remembered her uncle.
“Yes. I’ll find someone to send it to you tomorrow.” He then spoke up as if he didn’t care much: “Did you and your uncle have been very close before?”
Of course, he didn’t kiss much.