President, you're just a spare tire

Chapter 3 It's Her

Su Yaoyang took over two photos and looked at the girl in the photos. She was wearing no makeup, her face was full of lotus and her eyebrows were like willows, her lips were red and her teeth were white, clean and fresh, she was as clean as an angel, making people want to get close to her.

The other one looks smaller. Although it is more beautiful and aura than the previous one, it lacks a kind of affinity.

Su Yaoyang threw out a photo to Chang Banchun, "That's her!"

Chang Banchun bent down to pick up another photo on the ground, smiled, "Then congratulations, Young Master Su."

Su Yaoyang looked at him with a fake smile, "Congratulations."

Seeing that things were done, Chang Banchun was about to leave. Just as he was turning around, Su Yaoyang said again, "Let my people go with you, and take my woman home!"

Su Yaoyang deliberately bit "my woman", which was the beginning of his endless hatred.

"Okay...okay..." Chang Banchun smiled and walked away.

He smiled very happily. This time, he won this match beautifully. It is really a kind of enjoyment for someone like Su Yaoyang to lose at his feet.

Thinking of what happened just now, he dared to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

In an old-style building in the easternmost corner of Fengcheng, 19-year-old Chang Yihuan and his younger sister Chang Yile are knitting sweaters.

"Sister, the sweater you knitted is so beautiful, it will definitely sell for a good price." Chang Yile kept praising her sister.

She is two years younger than Yihuan. Although she praises her sister's craftsmanship, she hopes that her sister can do more work, so that she can do less.

Their father is Chang Banchun, Chang Banchun likes to gamble, he lost everything in the family, leaving only a bare house and a few pieces of unsightly furniture, in order to let the family live a better life , Yihuan dropped out of school at the age of 17 and worked at home. Now she works three jobs by herself. Sell ​​it in the yarn shop.

"We, Lele, are also good at knitting. They look good. If a man buys this sweater, he will definitely fall in love with you." Chang Huan knits the sweater stitch by stitch, very serious and very careful. carefulness.

Chang Yile picked up the magazine on the side, "What's the use of being a man? Not all men are useful men, if all men are like Su Yaoyang, how good would it be?"

Chang Yile was holding the magazine, and the cover of the magazine was Su Yaoyang, and the red headline seemed dim against the reflection of his stern face.

"Sister, do you think Su Yaoyang is married?"

Chang Yihuan was still knitting a sweater with his head bowed, "Lele, don't think so much, we can't afford to provoke a man like Su Yaoyang who treats women like playthings, you should concentrate on your studies, when you go to a famous university in the future, find a A better job, what kind of man do you want?"

Chang Yile didn't say anything more, just quietly staring at the man in the magazine in a daze.

Chang Yihuan didn't dare to look at the man in the magazine. She once saw that man from a distance in the hotel where she worked. Although he was so far away, she still recognized him at a glance. He was so tall. Cold, she fell in love with him immediately, but there are so many women who like him, how could it be her turn?

She kept collecting everything about him, all the magazines, newspapers, and posters related to him, she collected them all, just wanting to know more about him.

The more she knew, the less she dared to like him anymore. A perfect man like him can only appear in dreams.

And a humble citizen like her is destined to only look up to a man like him.

She lowered her head, still knitting her sweater.

If they can weave faster and weave more, they will earn more money and their life will be easier.

The sound of the key turning the door lock, Chang Yihuan didn't stop, she was still knitting her sweater, when her father opened the door and came in, "Stop knitting, Yihuan, Dad doesn't owe any money now."

(End of this chapter)