Space Spirit Spring: Farmer Girl Cleverly Headed Home

After a hastily lunch, Su Haitang sighed back to his house with a sigh of relief, uh, back to the army.

Of course, Peng Man did not come out to see off the guests, and there was no movement in the bedroom, as if he had fallen asleep.

Su Haitang shook his head.

Every family has hard-to-read scriptures, and the battalion leader’s family is famous for their affection. They are selected as the top five families every year, but the sister-in-law’s illness is still a flaw.

I hope Lingquan water can be good for my sister-in-law. Xu Congrong is still so young that he can't live without his mother.

Su Haitang suddenly missed home and went back to the dormitory to write a letter to the house.

"Who do you write to?"

Wang Keying put down the book in her hand and threw a big white rabbit to her.

Su Haitang raised his hand to catch it, furiously writing without raising his head.

"Home."

Wang Keying let out a long cry, and rubbed over with a bunch of snacks.

"Something?"

Su Haitang couldn't stand her probing energy, so he glanced at her and asked.

"You write a letter first." Wang Keying fed a dried fig into her mouth, and sat beside her affectionately, but politely did not peek at the content of the letter.

"Let's talk." Su Haitang's mouth was soft, and he reluctantly put down the pen and turned around to make an earful gesture.

Wang Keying smiled coyly, and the familiar thin red rose again on her face, and whispered in her ear.

"I just wanted to ask you, where did you buy this vest? It looks good. Let's do business. Selling clothes hangers is boring. How can you make money from selling clothes? You don't understand, sell clothes. The most profitable."

Su Haitang raised his eyebrows. Did this meet someone who dug a wall in person?

"My business."

Wang Keying got stuck and looked at her in amazement.

"Your family is not a farmer?"

Su Haitang understood her astonishment and explained it kindly.

"Yes, but my golden phoenix was also out."

Wang Keying was stunned by her sudden narcissism, her mouth was stupidly open, and she couldn't find a word for a long time.

Su Haitang smiled and stretched out her hand to flick her smooth forehead.

"It's my family's business, but I didn't say that you are not allowed to share the pie. But the ugly thing is at the forefront. This is just the most common style. I have designed many series, and I am not afraid of others following suit."

"It's just that I have talked to people about the sales in the imperial capital. If you really want to do it, it's better to give you an agent in Guangdong Province. Would you consider it?"

"Agent? Cantonese?" Wang Keying was confused for a moment, and a bright light flashed in his eyes. "You have such a big tone?"

With Wang Keying's high IQ, the concept of agency is not difficult to understand.

"I will take you to visit the factory if you have time." Su Haitang smiled disapprovingly, picked up the pen and continued to write home notes.

A touch of complexity flashed through Wang Keying's eyes, biting a dried plum, and then speaking again after a long while.

"Aren't you afraid that I might steal your ideas? Really trust me so much?"

Su Haitang didn't lift his eyelids, and tried to immerse himself in a warm and sensational atmosphere to write a letter, be sure to let her mother feel the intimate feeling of the little padded jacket in three or nine days.

Wang Keying looked at her quietly for a while, bent her eyes suddenly, hugged her and kissed her.

"What are you two doing!"

Gao Min turned her head inadvertently, and howled in fright by the intimacy of this overfighting, which drew the rest of the roommates onlookers.

Wang Keying smiled brilliantly, hugged Su Haitang who was expressionless, gave another kiss, and announced triumphantly.

"From now on, Su Haitang will be covered by me, do you have any comments?"

Su Haitang raised her eyebrows, and Wang Keying changed her mouth with flattery.

"I'm yours, boss."

Su Haitang shook her head helplessly, pulled her arms apart, and concentrated on writing a letter.

Chen Mingyue bit her lower lip lightly, her voice softened and angered.

"Sister Yingying, why don't you come to join our chorus. Your voice is so good, it would waste your talent if you don't sing."

Wang Keying threw another ebony plum, chewing, and asked with a smile, "Since you know that my voice is good, you dare to invite me? Are you ready to give up the lead singer? Aren't you afraid that I will steal your limelight?"