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This afternoon, it was time to do psychological counseling for Han Zhe for free.
This time, his parents brought him here, along with two bags full of local eggs and vegetables from home.
For fear of delaying their son's treatment, they took the initiative to wait cautiously in a corner of the reception area.
Shu Xin and the others didn't take care of them on purpose, that would only make them more uncomfortable and feel owed, it's just so natural, just treat them as ordinary guests.
In the office, Jiang Lan and Han Zhe sat face to face.
Jiang Lan, "How do you feel recently? Have you gotten rich?"
There was no response to her words, looking into his eyes, Han Zhe was avoiding and ignoring unnaturally.
"It seems that you are sober now, and you can understand what I said, right?" Jiang Lan put away her pen, "It's okay if you ignore me, but your parents are waiting outside, and they are too old to be cautious and tormented for you. waiting there."
"Can you bear to see them like this?"
She didn't believe that Han Zhe would be so cruel. The man who was reluctant to buy popsicles for himself but missed his parents would not be so ruthless even if he became abnormal.
Soothing music was playing in the office, and Han Zhe looked out the door with unsteady movements. His eyes were sometimes clear and sometimes lax, which showed that he was struggling violently in his heart.
"It is not terrible for people to fail. Everyone must learn to face it, face their own responsibilities, and face their own shortcomings"
As Jiang Lan's voice became quieter, Han Zhe's eyes became clearer and clearer. He persisted for five minutes longer than last time, and once again regained his silly look.
Han Zhe, "I am such a successful person, the only shortcoming is that I have endless money. The biggest worry every day is how to spend the money."
Jiang Lan, ""
"Then you are really distressed."
She glanced at the time, there was still an hour before she got off work, and she continued to chat following his words.
"What business are you doing recently, are the popsicles still on sale?"
"The popsicle earns only a small amount of money. Now I have a new job, and I will take the warm route instead."
It was the first time Jiang Lan heard him say this, and she was curious, "How does the warm line go?"
"The cart sells roasted sweet potatoes."
After he came over mysteriously and finished speaking, he put his index finger on his mouth and pressed it firmly, "I can only tell you about this, and most people don't tell him."
"Have you made any money?"
So, selling baked sweet potatoes now is because the weather is getting colder and you like them hot?
"Does it need to be said? There must be endless money to be made. A sweet potato that costs one yuan per catty will sell for ten yuan after roasting. Putting it hot in your hand, it is fragrant and sweet."
Jiang Lan couldn't laugh or cry, why is this person's memory so strange, every time what remains in his memory are some small things, but he is so persistent.
"Is it tasty?"
Han Zhe shook his head, "It's just a piece of broken sweet potato. What's so delicious? It takes a lot of water bottle cardboard to get such a small piece. It's too much effort!"
"Sweet potatoes, our Han Zhe has loved to eat them since he was a child."
When Mother Han heard her mention it, she had a smile on her lips. In the first few days, he went out with me to pick up rags, and watched the sweet potato cart for a long time, and finally bought a piece for him to take home.
Han Zhe was very happy at the time, but after returning home and eating, his complexion looked ugly. It must be said that it was not delicious, so he will not buy it in the future.
Han Mu, "How could it not be delicious? He has always been the most sensible person. Even if he is sick, he still knows how to love our old couple."
When they left, Shu Xin and the others who had watched the whole process were bound to sigh.
Lao Lu, "This young man is really special. Others are living in the dream of getting rich and can't come out, but he is good, pragmatic and exaggerated."
Xiaobai has a particularly deep feeling, "Only the poor will have such a dream."
Bobo, "The world is real."
It was at this time that Wen Qingyun came over, and he was taken aback when he entered, the atmosphere was too sad.
Wen Qingyun, "What are you guys doing? All of you are looking down."
Jiang Lan was quite surprised to see him, "What kind of wind brought you here, a busy person, and the studio is all done?"
"Hurry up. Speaking of this, I would like to thank your guy. If it wasn't for his help, I wouldn't be able to rent a good and cheap office building."
"Thank you, don't just express it verbally, show your actual actions."
Wen Qingyun grinned, pretending not to understand, "Didn't I come to thank you in person, Mr.My son asked me to bring you the fruit, and I will bring you home together after you get off work later. "
Jiang Lan's complexion changed slightly, and she smiled as naturally as possible, "Don't bother you, I will take it away by myself later."
"No, I have to personally deliver the task that the old man entrusted to me." Wen Qingyun happened to be free and ready for someone to do it to the end.
After finishing speaking, he was ready to go out and motioned for her to follow.
Jiang Lan wanted to disappear in place, how could she explain that she was living in a big villa now.
"Senior brother, don't bother. You are so busy in the studio now, and you even sent me some fruit. Just call me to pick it up in the future."
"Don't tell me, it happens that the two studios are relatively close." Wen Qingyun said something was wrong, carefully observing her expression, "What are you panicking about?"
"No, you read it wrong."
Wen Qingyun is not so easily fooled, "That's what your expression tells me."
The two people's professional abilities are not at the same level. Jiang Lan wanted to give up lying and chose a compromise reason, "Wen Miao will pick me up right away, just put me in the car."
Wen Qingyun asked suspiciously, "You still live together?"
She nodded.
Wen Qingyun almost gritted her teeth, she really took advantage of that stinky boy, and gave her a look of hatred, she was chased by a boy so easily, as expected, there were too few ambiguous objects.
He didn't think much about it, "It's easy for him to take it away, but you have to go down with me, the things are still in the trunk."
After tossing for a long time, I still want her to go down.
If it wasn't for the sake of Grandpa Wen's wish, she would have wanted to reject it a long time ago.
Walking down the stairs, Wen Qingyun mentioned it again, "If you want me to say, you just take people to my place and forget it. You can still be a veteran when you come here now, it's not much better than staying in this broken building."
Jiang Lan clicked her tongue softly, "If you dig a wall, you will dig the wall, and no personal attacks are allowed."
Wen Qingyun shrugged, knowing what she meant, so she didn't say any more.
He asked gossip, "Wen Miao still lives with you?"
Her eyelids twitched, and there was a steady response on her face, "Yes."
"I really don't understand what their rich people are thinking every day. They don't live in a big house, and they come to your old and shabby huddle together. Don't you think they can't use it?"
Jiang Lan was flustered, always feeling that her senior brother had discovered something, how should she answer so as not to show timidity. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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