80’s: Lucky and Delicate Girl

After more than an hour of driving, we finally arrived in the city.

The car was parked at the entrance of a shopping mall, and the driver was waiting there.

Others are splitting up and buying whatever they want.

When it’s time to come back, you’ll have to take a taxi by yourself when it expires.

Yunzheng wanted to buy a lot of things, and it was inconvenient for someone to be nearby.

Refused to accompany Zhang Yun, and went to buy it alone.

There is no shortage of food in the space, so Yunzheng only buys daily necessities, pots and pans and other household items.

Before Yunzheng left home, Qin Bai gave her a lot of money.

Not to mention that the family earns 3,000 yuan every month, the rare thing is the last time I went to the capital to sign a contract with Wang Jun.

The other party has already made a lot of money, and they have been making money in their savings book this year, a total of 100,000 yuan.

The family members jumped when they saw so much money. In these days, households with 10,000 yuan are incredible, and they make 100,000 a year.

So Qin Bai's directly took 50,000 yuan to Yunzheng, and the rest of the money was to be kept for business when they came to the capital.

All in all, Yunzheng is now a little rich woman, and she doesn't feel bad about spending money.

I bought enough books in one go, found a place where no one was in the room and stuffed it into more than half of the space, and I only needed to carry a bag to cover people's eyes and ears.

As soon as she walked out of the supermarket, she was going to meet Zhang Yun, but she bumped into a woman head-on. It was the woman who bumped into it first, but she complained first, "Stinky girl, how did you walk, don't you have eyes?"

Yunzheng saw that her thing fell to the ground, didn't bother with her, and planned to help her pick it up, when the woman raised her head and roared at a quiet little boy next to her, "Are you dead? You won't help my mother to pick it up. ?"

The little boy was about seven or eight years old. He was not tall, fair and lovely, and his eyes were as clear as grapes.

Being scolded by the woman, he didn't move, just stood there quietly.

The woman was furious, raised her hand and hit him, "You little beast, you don't understand human words, right?"

"What are you doing, lady? He is your son, not your servant. Can't you say something nice?"

Yun Zheng has never been a nosy person, but when he saw this little boy's quiet appearance, he felt a little distressed, and couldn't help but stepped forward to protect him behind him.

The woman was stunned for a moment, and then said even more viciously, "I'm teaching my son, what's your business with you stinky girl? I haven't even blamed you for hitting me, and you've taught me a lesson!"

"Sister, you smell so good." The originally quiet little boy smelled Yun Zheng's body when he got close, and his empty eyes suddenly lit up.

Mengmeng's little milk sounded, and the woman was shocked, as if she didn't expect the little boy to speak.

She said sternly, "Son, come to mother soon!"

The little boy stretched out his hand to hold Yunzheng, and said cutely with Ru Mu's round eyes, "I want sister."

Yunzheng couldn't help raising her eyebrows. She has always had a natural floral scent mixed with medicinal smells on her body. She couldn't smell it by herself, but everyone who smelled it would like it. This smell is especially true. It is most useful for people with mental illness, which can make people who are manic settle down in an instant.

Huo Beiyu's loss of control several times before was mainly suppressed by the smell of her body.

And the first time she saw this little boy, she knew that he was not a normal child.