"Qiu'er, are you sure you're okay?"
Zhang Shuyan gently touched Jiao Qiu'er's leg, still looking worried.
Jiao Qiu'er tried his best to shake his leg, trying his best to show a calm expression that showed no pain or itch: "Look, there's nothing wrong at all."
Zhang Shuyan nodded, her eyes began to turn red, and asked: "Are you...are you sure you want me to go back to work?"
"Yes." Jiao Qiu'er held Zhang Shuyan's hand, his eyes also red, "I will go see you when my leg is healed."
Why isn't Jiao Qiu'er as inseparable as Zhang Shuyan? However, he is the boss himself. In the workplace, no boss likes employees who often ask for leave.
Zhang Shuyan has been with him for so long, and he is worried that the company leaders will have opinions on Zhang Shuyan, and there is no guarantee that they will not embarrass her in the future.
He also knew that even if he expressed his true thoughts at this time, Zhang Shuyan would still stay.
According to his understanding of Zhang Shuyan, between work and family, there is no doubt that Zhang Shuyan will choose family.
Instead of doing this, some things are better kept in mind.
"You said so, then I'll leave early tomorrow morning." Zhang Shuyan pulled away her hand in disappointment and glanced at the steaming pot in the kitchen, "The porridge should be ready, I'll go take a look."
Jiao Qiu'er sighed, his eyes filled with bitterness.
"Yan'er, why don't you resign and come to my company? Or you can stay at home and I will support you!"
In fact, Jiao Qiu'er had serious talks with Zhang Shuyan about this matter several times, but Zhang Shuyan refused every time without thinking about it.
"I don't want to go to your company, and I don't need you to support me!"
This time, same answer.
In this society, Zhang Shuyan understands one thing very well: nepotism in the company is the most difficult to deal with.
If he resigns and goes to Jiao Qiu'er Company, it will be a burden for Qiu'er and may cause him unnecessary trouble.
Although there are many beauties in Jiao Qiu'er's company, Jiao Qiu'er also said that he would not mess around with women. But in this flashy and turbulent world, temptation is everywhere, and it is always among the flowers. How can you not be attracted by it?
In the face of temptation, she simply did not believe in the so-called purity.
But even so, she was not willing to create problems for Jiao Qiu'er.
Full-time housewife?
Zhang Shuyan was even more resistant.
If women want to gain respect from men, they not only need to be independent mentally, but also need to be financially independent.
If you blindly rely on men, you will end up miserable and empty-handed.
Therefore, in her mind, if she wants to live a good life, she should rely less on men and rely more on herself.
Jiao Qiu'er was still very disappointed. He didn't think as much as Zhang Shuyan thought.
He just felt that as long as she went to work in his company, on the one hand, he would no longer have to be angry with others, and on the other hand, he could see her every day and get along with her day and night from then on.
Jiao Qiu'er stood up with difficulty, limped into the kitchen, hugged Zhang Shuyan's barrel-like waist from behind, and whispered softly: "After we go to my company, we can be together every day."
Zhang Shuyan shook her head: "Being together every day is not necessarily a good thing."
"Since you don't want to, I won't force you." Jiao Qiu'er hugged her tighter and pressed his face against her back, "You can come whenever you want. In addition, I asked you to return to the unit for your own good. .”
"Yes, I know!" Zhang Shuyan opened Jiao Qiu'er's hand that was holding her, her face looked a little ugly, "I'm going to start cooking."
After all, Jiao Qiu'er has been in shopping malls for many years, and he is still good at observing people's emotions. He could clearly hear a hint of anger in Zhang Shuyan's tone and see the unhappiness on her face.
He smiled again and hugged Zhang Shuyan tightly: "When I am free, I will definitely go to your place and stay for a long time, so that you can't even chase me away, hehe."
Zhang Shuyan pushed Jiao Qiu'er away, her face darkening: "Don't make trouble, we are cooking porridge!"
Jiao Qiu'er didn't want to think too much. He turned Zhang Shuyan's body over and said with a sinister smile: "Although the porridge is delicious, you are even more delicious, how can you miss it?"
Before Zhang Shuyan could react, Jiao Qiu'er's thick lips were already pressed against Zhang Shuyan's...
There is no need to say too many words of farewell, everything is done under the bright moon, colorful clouds, and the flowing water under the flowers.
…………
Early next morning.
Mao Sandao found a funeral service company to transport Lianfeng's body back to Beiziling.
Interest is a path that cannot be bypassed, and it is everywhere. Even if a person burps, interest will still arise. From birth to death, people can never escape the invisible chain of interest.
In layman's terms, people are also the creators of interests. As long as there are people, this chain will come into being and tightly bind the two together.
Mao Sandao never thought about using Jiao Qiu'er's car. After all, using a car to transport corpses is unlucky and is taboo in the eyes of many people.
Mao Sandao naturally didn't want this bad luck to spread to Jiao Qiu'er.
The funeral service company initially refused to accept Mao Sandao's single business of transporting corpses.
They are a one-stop service, and the profit of just transporting corpses is not high.
Mao Sandao had to raise the price several times until it was almost the same except for the cemetery, which was half the price before finally agreeing.
grass!
Except for the yellow skin, everything else is black!
But even so, for a man like Mao Sandao, who shits in the latrine with his face facing outward, he has no choice but to accept that the dead are the most important, and there is no room for carelessness or too much care.
Sometimes it is common to sit on the ground and raise prices, and to be stabbed secretly.
Mao Sandao came to the factory with two staff members from the funeral service company, and worked together to move Lianfeng's body to the car.
The staff was a little confused as to why Lianfeng's body was hidden in the abandoned factory. From time to time, they looked at Mao Sandao intentionally or unintentionally, but in the end they did not express their confusion.
Mao Sandao knew what the two staff members were thinking and explained: "He was my friend. He was pierced through the heart by a steel bar here and died."
Lianfeng was killed by a tall and thin man, but Mao Sandao did not dare to tell the truth. The fewer people who knew about such a horrific murder, the better.
Therefore, I can only use this explanation that sounds modest at first glance but is full of loopholes after careful analysis.
The two staff members did not speak, but just nodded. For them, just do their jobs well and listen less, speak less, and ask less questions.
After Lianfeng's body was carried into the car, the staff covered it with a piece of white cloth with a solemn expression and bowed deeply towards Lianfeng's body, bringing their professionalism to the extreme.
After several hours of bumpy ride, we finally arrived at Beiziling.
Mao Sandao originally thought that after telling the staff that the final destination was at the top of the mountain, they would put Lianfeng's body on the side of the road on the grounds that the workload was too heavy or that it was not within the service range, and then drive away.
Unexpectedly, they pulled out a stretcher from the car, and the two of them worked together to lift Lianfeng's body up.
Suddenly, Mao Sandao felt a flash of relief in his heart, feeling that the money was well spent.
It seems that the so-called "you get what you pay for" has a scientific basis.
The body was placed on the bed and the two left.
Mao Sandao found a hoe, came to the back of the temple, dug a hole not far from Banyun's grave, and buried Lianfeng's body in it.
Looking at the built tomb of curtain wind, Mao Sandao felt heavy for no reason. He lit a cigarette and murmured:
"Ashes return to dust, soil returns to dust, born from dust, return to dust. You had nowhere to go before you were alive, so burying you here is the best place for fallen leaves to return to their roots."
He patted the dust on his hands, and before leaving, he solemnly said:
Way to go!
