Tsundere Queen Takes Home

When Qiao Xier finally bought a pair of shoes, Fang Zhengyang was already in tears.

He was tossed down by Qiao Xi'er.

Qiao Xi'er bent over and stood in front of Fang Zhengyang, who was gasping for breath, with her hands behind her back, and said with a wink, "Brother, are you tired? Why don't you go back and carry you?"

Fang Zhengyang gave Qiao Xi'er a stern look, "You can stay where it's cool for me."

After Fang Zhengyang finished speaking, he stood up angrily, shook his body a few times, and then walked forward.

But before he took a few steps, his phone rang rapidly.

Fang Zhengyang picked up the phone and saw Zhao Jincheng.

He quickly answered the phone and said with a smile, "Hey, Chengcheng, it's all over now, why are you calling me if you don't have a double repair with Yawen?"

"The store is gone." Zhao Jincheng said hoarsely.

Fang Zhengyang suddenly froze there, and he asked again hastily, "Brother, what did you say?"

"My clothing wholesale store caught fire, and most of my life savings are gone, gone!" Zhao Jincheng's voice was full of pain.

"Brother, wait, I'll rush over immediately." Fang Zhengyang knew that he couldn't tell on the phone, so he hung up the phone, reached out to stop a taxi, and quickly got in, "Clothing Wholesale City."

Qiao Xier followed and got into the car.

The car started and drove quickly forward.

Qiao Xi'er looked at Fang Zhengyang and said, "Brother Zhengyang, what happened?"

"Zhao Jincheng's clothing wholesale store has an accident." Fang Zhengyang said solemnly.

Zhao Jincheng and Meng Yawen spent five or six years in the dark before they developed the wholesale booth, but now they have caught fire, and the blow to the two of them can be imagined.

In a short time, the car arrived at the clothing wholesale city.

Fang Zhengyang and Qiao Xi'er hurried to the front of Zhao Jincheng's store, and when they saw the situation in front of them, they were all stunned there.

The shutters of their booth were open, the ground was full of ashes, and the room was empty, with almost nothing left except for some iron shelves that couldn't be burned.

Zhao Jincheng squatted on the ground, holding his head in his hands, and Meng Yawen stood beside her, crying non-stop.

The onlookers kept shaking their heads and sighing, "It's over, this store is over!"

Qiao Xi'er hurried over and hugged Meng Yawen, Meng Yawen turned around and hugged Qiao Xi'er, burst into tears.

Fang Zhengyang endured the discomfort, stretched out his hand and pulled Zhao Jincheng up, pressing Zhao Jincheng's blood-red eyes to comfort him in a hoarse voice, "Brother, don't be uncomfortable, as long as people are okay, we can make more money when money is gone."

Zhao Jincheng looked at Fang Zhengyang, shook his head and said in a hoarse voice, "Brother, this is all my savings. It's the result of my long struggle with Yawen. Now all the fire is gone, it's gone!"

Fang Zhengyang hugged Zhao Jincheng and patted him on the shoulder.

After a while, Zhao Jincheng's mood gradually stabilized.

Fang Zhengyang looked at Zhao Jincheng and asked, "Brother, it's fine here, why is there a fire?"

Zhao Jincheng shook his head and said in a hoarse voice, "The police came to investigate just now, and they concluded that the line was aging and the fire was caused by continuous electricity."

"Oh, natural disasters and man-made disasters, forget it, brother, it's still the same sentence, as long as people are fine." Fang Zhengyang comforted again.

"Xi'er, this fire has not only wiped out our savings, but we have nowhere to go now, woohoo..." Meng Yawen said crying.

Fang Zhengyang turned his head to look at Meng Yawen and said, "Yawen, it's alright, as long as Fang Zhengyang has a nest, I won't let you sleep on the street, let's go and come to the company with me. We are discussing the future."

After Fang Zhengyang finished speaking, he hugged Zhao Jincheng and walked towards the taxi next to him.

Zhao Jincheng turned his head, reluctantly glanced at the clothing store that had turned into ashes, sighed helplessly, and followed Fang Zhengyang into the taxi.

Several people came to Fang Zhengyang's company.

There are several offices in there, Fang Zhengyang rarely lives here, nor does he clean up.

Qiao Xier hurried over, helped clean up the room, and then let Meng Yawen and Zhao Jincheng settle down.

Fang Zhengyang handed Zhao Jincheng a cigarette, lit one himself, and said while smoking, "Brother, what are your plans next?"

Zhao Jincheng shook his head painfully, "What else can I plan? I used to only sell clothing. Now that the clothing store is gone, Yawen and I are completely unemployed!"

Meng Yawen started crying again.

Fang Zhengyang lowered his head for a while and said, "Brother, if you don't dislike it, you and Yawen can help me here in the future."

Zhao Jincheng raised his head and looked at Fang Zhengyang, his eyes suddenly lit up, but soon dimmed again, he shook his head and said, "Brother, Yawen and I don't know anything about your artwork carving, aren't you here to drag you down? No way. ,no."

"Okay." Fang Zhengyang stared at Zhao Jincheng and said sincerely, "Brother, I am short of manpower here, help me manage, you are my brother, just stare here, as for art sculpture, if you don't understand, we can learn it slowly. Yeah, I didn't understand it from the beginning."

Qiao Xi'er was beside her and kept persuading her, "Yeah, Brother Jincheng, Sister Yawen, I didn't understand anything before, but now I've been learning from Brother Zhengyang for a while, and I think I'm slowly getting into it. Once you open the door, things are done slowly."

Zhao Jincheng turned his head and looked at Meng Yawen. Meng Yawen hesitated for a while, and finally said with a sigh, "Well, let's stay here in Zhengyang. If it really doesn't work, we'll find a way."

Fang Zhengyang breathed a sigh of relief when he heard it, "Okay, it's getting late, and you've been tired all day. Let's rest first. We'll talk about anything tomorrow."

Seeing Zhao Jincheng and Meng Yawen nodding, Fang Zhengyang and Qiao Xi'er came out of the room and drove to the hospital by taxi.

The next morning, Fang Zhengyang insisted on being discharged from the hospital. Zhao Jincheng's matter was still hanging there, and he was really worried.

Qiao Xier tried hard to persuade him for a long time, but Fang Zhengyang had decided to leave.

Qiao Xi'er was helpless, so she had to call the doctor and give Fang Zhengyang a re-examination.

When the doctor was sure that there was nothing serious, Qi'er went through the discharge procedures and took a taxi with Fang Zhengyang back to the company.

As soon as the two returned to the company, Qiao Xier's phone rang.

Qiao Xi'er picked up the phone and saw that it was the Taiwanese businessman Zhuang Jingzhai.

Qiao Xier quickly answered the phone and said with a smile, "Hello, Mr. Zhuang."

"Miss Qiao Xi'er, your supply of goods is too small to support my channel at all, and because the volume is too small, I have almost no profit. If you no longer think of ways to expand the production scale, I have no choice but to agree to give up. Cooperation." Zhuang Jingzhai said seriously.

"Okay, Mr. Zhuang, we will find a way to expand production as soon as possible, please rest assured." Qiao Xi'er quickly assured.

Zhuang Jingzhai hung up the phone.