Xianyu's leisurely life through books

Chapter 45 Do You Know What You Are Doing?

The row of clothes in front of her is worth hundreds of taels, and she thinks it's too hasty to buy without trying.

Song Yu nodded and got up.

Tall, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, he was a natural hanger on clothes.

The black cloak was draped over him, and the shape was abruptly raised to a higher level.

Compared with the white one, he was wearing a black cloak, which made him appear calmer.

The stern eyebrows and eyes are full of the taste of a mature man, and the strong male hormone breath blows towards his face.

Not only Pei Xiaoxiao, but even the shop assistant's sister was blushing and heart beating.

Song Yu stared at Pei Xiaoxiao with a smile: "Is it possible?"

Pei Xiaoxiao nodded blankly: "It looks good."

"Then this one."

The beautiful clerk smiled from ear to ear, and then looked at Pei Xiaoxiao: "Madam, do you want to see?"

Song Yu nodded.

Pei Xiaoxiao shook her head: "No need."

Ordinary small things are fine, she doesn't want to accept such expensive things from him.

The clerk was selectively visually impaired, nodded with a smile and said, "Wait a moment, two."

she went out.

Walk briskly.

The two in the room looked at each other for a long time.

The air is a little sticky.

Pei Xiaoxiao sighed, turned to the chair, picked up a piece of tea, and discussed other topics: "How do you know the details of moles?"

"On the battlefield, collecting enemy information is very important...I'm used to it."

Pei Xiaoxiao swallowed the pastry, and said slowly: "The night you beat him?"

Song Yu nodded and sat beside her.

"That cloak of yours is such a pity."

"It's a pity, it's only the lower half that got stamped, the rest is just for you to use..."

She was taken aback.

Song Yu smiled and said, "Didn't you say that it would drag the floor if it was too long? Just cut it off."

Pei Xiaoxiao: "..."

She frowned: "Did you deliberately hit someone with your cloak at noon?"

"uh-huh."

Pei Xiaoxiao: "..."

She said, he clearly had a pot and spoon in his hand this morning, and according to his method, it was as easy as whack-a-mole.

But he threw his clothes out...

Thinking of this, she thought of his actions when he suddenly removed the pot and spoon and pushed the cart into the gangsters.

Pei Xiaoxiao tentatively asked, "Did you let them smash my stroller on purpose?"

"uh-huh."

She was shocked: "Why?"

"It's too cold, I think you should prefer to lie in bed... Anyway, there are silver taels for compensation, so you can stay at home."

Pei Xiaoxiao: "..."

All kinds of inexplicable emotions surged up in my heart, making my eyes hot and my nose sore.

Just when the clerk came in pushing the clothes, Pei Xiaoxiao stood up abruptly and said in a low voice, "Sit down first, I'll go and look at the clothes."

Her sudden big movement made Song Yu stunned.

When he regained his senses, he smiled and gave a suggestion: "Your skin is fair, you should look good in red, try this color later."

There is a charcoal stove in the wing room, which is very warm.

Pei Xiaoxiao had already taken off her cotton cloak.

The setting sun coming in through the window brushed over her slim figure, casting a long shadow on the ground.

After taking off her hat, her hairstyle was slightly messy, and her chestnut hair was so fluffy that it made people want to come forward and stroke it.

The shadow is gradually stretched.

Song Yu finished his second cup of tea.

He came to his senses.

Pei Xiaoxiao's hands were still kneading on the red cloak.

The clerk did not wait on the side.

Was it sent out by Pei Xiaoxiao?
Song Yu vaguely sensed that something was wrong and stood up abruptly.

There was a soreness and slight tingling in the leg.

He held back, stepped forward quickly, grabbed her shoulders and moved her towards him: "Xiaoxiao, what are you doing?"

She was probably out of her mind, and didn't notice his approach at all.

Song Yu saw the frightened and faint expression on her face...

sad?

He frowned slightly: "Xiaoxiao, what are you thinking?"

"Huh? Oh, I didn't see anything, let's go back."

She was a little absent-minded.

lying.

Song Yu was surprised, thinking of what he saw just now...

He softened his voice: "Xiaoxiao, are you sad?"

Pei Xiaoxiao was surprised by his sensitivity.

Seeing the worry and tenderness on his face, a sense of sadness and irritability rose in her heart for no reason.

This guy is sick.

Why not take the main line well and come over to develop a relationship with her?

Pei Xiaoxiao is very sure that the hero is indeed interested in her.

Maddow, that's terrible.

Don't you know that the hero's halo on your head is charming?
No.

It is too dangerous to let the sprouts grow into big trees.

Taking a deep breath, Pei Xiaoxiao began to reflect on herself.

In the past few months, some of her behavior may have caused some misunderstandings for him.

They have the occasional ambiguous moment.

But the male protagonist is quite strong...

If you want to put an end to it, it is best to separate.

Temporarily unable to leave, then...

With a flash of thought, Pei Xiaoxiao showed a professional smile: "Yeah, I'm sad... I suddenly remembered my father."

The original owner's father is a spoiled girl.

She died shortly after her marriage.

That's a good excuse.

Song Yu had an intuition that something was weird, and always felt that he had missed some information.

The smirk on her face made him extremely uncomfortable.

He opened his mouth to ask, but Pei Xiaoxiao cut off the conversation: "Let's go back, I'm a little tired."

Song Yu frowned again, and glanced at the clothes: "Don't you like any of them?"

"No."

She looked much colder.

Song Yu pulled her back: "What's wrong with you?"

She threw him away as if stung by a bee: "I have to tell you a few times, don't touch your hands all the time."

Song Yu staggered from being pushed, lost all strength on his feet, and fell firmly to the ground.

Pei Xiaoxiao was startled, and subconsciously wanted to step forward to help him up.

Pause again.

pursed lips.

Song Yu fixedly looked at her.

Pei Xiaoxiao didn't move.

The room was dead silent.

The setting sun sinks into the west mountain, and the sky is darkened.

One is standing and the other is sitting.

There were footsteps lingering outside the door, but they didn't come in.

Song Yu's eyes darkened: "Pei Xiaoxiao, do you know what you are doing?"

She didn't answer, and pushed the wheelchair to his side: "Can you stand up? Go back early, the city gate is about to close."

Did not help him.

Song Yu let out a soft snort: There was a coldness in his eyes that he hadn't seen for a long time: "Pei Xiaoxiao, you are really good."

He put his hands on the ground, barely supported himself, sat in the wheelchair, and went out by himself.

Obviously some embarrassing actions.

He did it with a murderous air.

Pei Xiaoxiao was terrified, but forced her lips together without saying a word, picked up her clothes and followed him away.

It was already dark when the two arrived home.

Pei Xiaoxiao wasn't interested, she mechanically picked the food in her mouth, thinking about tasks and stalls.

On the system panel, the task progress bar is still stuck at 50%.

To tell the truth, she was angry.

What kind of mission is this, and there is no hint. Asking her to keep groping for it is simply a lie.

I get up early every day and work for a long time, and I have to stand for a long time at noon, so I am tired.

She didn't want to do it long ago.

I just want to be a salted fish, the kind that doesn't even want to turn over.

But this business has been opened, she can't just throw it away.

Pei Xiaoxiao plans to recruit a worker to be a salted fish that exploits others.

Hire one to make meatballs and one to sell the stall, and each will be paid [-] Wen, for a total of [-] Wen.

The appearance of Liu Ji Meatball actually affected her business.

In the past, it could sell sixty or seventy skewers a day, but after Liu Ji appeared, it dropped sharply, and then slowly recovered, and now it is stable at around fifty skewers.

That is to say, 150 pieces are sold every day, and the gross profit is 150 yuan.

If hiring someone...

Uncle Big Niu’s [-] renminbi for round trip, [-] renminbi for charcoal miscellaneous expenses, plus [-] renminbi for two new workers…

Daily net profit of eighty.

Turn in [-]%, and the real daily hand is [-]%.

Calculated on the basis of 20 days a month, she can earn about [-] yuan for this salted fish.

Well, it is a little less, but for the time being, so be it!

In any case, they are also earners with passive income, which is worth celebrating.

(End of this chapter)