Song Ling looked at Zhan Qingyue in disbelief, her eyes as bright as black grapes.
Once the two of them got together, the matter of opening a beauty salon was finalized.
Zhan Qingyue is a man of action. He went to Yahang that afternoon and planned to buy a suitable shop.
After all, the teeth in Fucheng are much better than those in the county, and we don't judge people by their appearance.
As soon as Zhan Qingyue arrived at the door, he was immediately welcomed in by the enthusiastic boy.
"Please come in, sir. What do you want to see? We have maids, servants, wives, and men in the house. We have everything you need."
Zhan Qingyue was amused by what he said.
"Brother, I want to find a suitable shop with a good location, a big house and good lighting."
When the boy heard this, he knew that it was a big customer who came to the door, so his attitude became more and more respectful, and he talked endlessly about the shops in his hands.
As soon as Zhan Qingyue walked in and sat down, he saw a group of people being driven out of the backyard.
The leader was actually the woman who was injured in her house that day.
Her face was haggard, her figure was thin, and her clothes were in rags. She had obviously become bank merchandise.
"Hey, little brother, is that girl for sale? I see that she is about the same age as me and has a pretty face. She would be good as a personal maid."
Zhan Qingyue pinched her chin thoughtfully, her eyes wandering over the woman's body.
The boy grinned almost to his ears, and with unconcealed excitement in his eyes, he replied repeatedly: "Sell! It's her blessing that you like her, girl. I'll call someone for you right now."
After a while, the woman was brought over by the servant.
The woman stood respectfully aside, her head lowered, her eyes, nose and heart.
Zhan Qingyue didn't say much to her, and just talked about the shop with the boy.
After lighting the incense, the boy's attitude was more respectful than before, and the corners of his mouth never fell off: "Girl, please go slowly. You are welcome to come often."
Zhan Qingyue led the woman away, and then she said with a serious face: "I don't care what you have been through in the past. If you want to leave, just pay me back the money I bought you."
There was finally a trace of emotion on the woman's stern face.
"Since the girl bought me, I am the girl's." She bowed respectfully to Zhan Qingyue and said, "Please also give me a name."
Zhan Qingyue's eyes were glazed over, with a look of surprise on her face. She didn't expect her to be so cheerful.
In the blink of an eye, Zhan Qingyue showed a kind smile: "Then you will be called Cuizhu from now on. You are tough and tough despite the winds of east, west, north and south."
Cuizhu was so grateful that tears filled her eyes, and she thanked Zhan Qingyue Yingying.
When the two returned to their rented place, Cuizhu took over all the work diligently and quickly integrated into everyone.
Finally, the day came when the results were released. Early in the morning, people from the government came to announce the good news.
As soon as the officials left, the servants from the Song family arrived, presented two invitations to the Song family's autumn banquet, and left.
"Brother Han, congratulations!"
Zhan Qingyue was immersed in the joy of Han Yiyun's high school, her eyebrows were like crescent moons, she smiled lightly, and she was sincerely happy for him.
Han Yiyun's face was also filled with relief. He accepted the name card and looked at Zhan Qingyue dotingly.
"Yue, I also want to thank you. If it weren't for you, I might not even be qualified to be recommended by Master Fan."
Zhan Qingyue smiled sheepishly, her cheeks slightly red.
"Stop talking about that. The Song family's autumn banquet is tomorrow. We can't let others look down on us."
At the autumn banquet, many young talents came, as well as the official ladies who were raised in boudoir in the city.
"What kind of autumn banquet? I think it's more like keeping a matchmaker and stretching."
Zhan Qingyue and Miss Song sat in an inconspicuous corner and complained in a voice that only two people could hear.
Han Yiyun and a group of young people were sitting opposite.
The two looked at each other, and I don't know how many talented people and beautiful women saw each other.
"Mr. Han, congratulations to Mr. Han from high school. The little girl got a fine jade pendant a few days ago. The book says that people like Mo Shang are like jade. The master is unparalleled in the world. This jade is just right for you."
Miss Song San was holding a green jade pendant in her hand, with a flowery smile and charming eyes. She had not moved her eyes since Han Yiyun sat down.
Zhan Qingyue looked at the third Miss Song with confusion, and was thinking about how Han Yiyun would respond. The second Miss Song on the side came over and reminded her in a low voice: "Sister Zhan, you have to be careful, Song Fang is interested in you. Brother Han, this little mother-in-law is as bad as her eldest sister!"
"I bully people a lot on weekdays. I suspect that my face was poisoned by their sisters."
Hearing this, Zhan Qingyue frowned slightly, it seemed like it was still green tea!
She looked at Han Yiyun opposite without saying a word.
But Han Yiyun looked at Zhan Qingyue with a polite smile on his face, caring and gentle.
"Thank you Miss Song San for your love. I don't want it. You can take the jade pendant back. I'm not a talented young man, but I already have a good match. I'm just waiting to get married in the next year."
Miss Song San obviously didn't expect that Han Yiyun would reject her in front of so many people. For a moment, her face became a little confused, and she didn't laugh or cry.
She took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in her heart, and followed Han Yiyun's gaze as if nothing was wrong.
I happened to see Zhan Qingyue sitting with Miss Song Er.
I heard that she was the one who cured that bitch’s face. The poison that the eldest sister tried so hard to inflict on that bitch was actually gently resolved by her.
Miss Song San snorted calmly and smiled at Qingyue: "Mr. Han's fiancée must be something special! But why do I see Miss Zhan as just an ordinary person with mud legs?" .”
"I wonder if Miss Zhan can dance for everyone to cheer up the fun? It might also impress everyone."
Unwanted Zhan Qingyue glared at her with disdain: "I'm sorry, I don't need to impress anyone. I can be who I am. It's better than some people who are completely hypocritical and care about other people."
"you!"
Miss Song San's face was almost crumpled with anger, and she was about to have a fit when Mrs. Song on the side gave her a quick tug.
"Come on, come on, let's have some tea and try the new Biluochun this year."
A war was about to break out, but Mrs. Song took it lightly.
Miss Song San was so angry that she cast resentful glances at Zhan Qingyue from time to time.
Seeing that the banquet was already halfway over, Miss Song San suddenly screamed.
"Ah, it was robbed, mother, my jade pendant is missing, it was still there just now!"
The crowd immediately exploded, and many people helped search around.
Suddenly, Miss Song San pointed at Zhan Qingyue and shouted: "Zhan Qingyue, it's you! You stole my jade pendant, you little thief who is blind to money!"
"Exactly!" Zhan Qingyue sneered disdainfully and said disapprovingly: "Song Fang, your eyes are very sick. You are very good at telling lies with your eyes open!"
"I haven't moved on the ground since I entered the Song family's yard, but you, on the other hand, burrowed into the crowd of men like a butterfly. Isn't your jade pendant in your sleeve?"
Miss Song San's face turned green, and she was so angry that she stretched out her hand to point at Zhan Qingyue's nose and scold her.
She didn't want to raise her hand, and the jade pendant fell out of her sleeve.
The smile on Zhan Qingyue's face deepened, but at this moment, the space mechanically broadcast a high malicious value, and also added a malicious rebound function.
Zhan Qingyue's eyes widened unexpectedly. If there was no one around, she might not be smiling like that.
