There is Room For Abandoned Women In the 1980s

"I bought it, but I still have to pay. Director Gu, don't you buy a piece for your wife? My third brother is still inside, he can buy it for you. ☞"

Zheng Xinyue looked at Gu Changfeng with a smile and asked. She just said it casually and really didn't mean anything else. But when she saw Gu Changfeng's thick eyebrows raised and his dark eyes looking at her thoughtfully, the smile on his face froze. Living.

Did he think that he was deliberately inquiring into his private life? Don't think of yourself as the nymphomaniac who used to pester him, right? I smiled awkwardly and didn’t know what to say next?

"I'll help you pay. It's more crowded over there."

Gu Changfeng saw her bewildered and embarrassed look, his thin lips were slightly raised, and his tone was calm, as if he didn't care about what she said at all, and of course he automatically ignored her words. Ϭ९ʂհմ×.çօʍ

"Okay, thank you."

Seeing that he was not angry, Zheng Xinyue felt relieved, a smile naturally appeared on her face, and she generously handed the money and cloth tickets to Gu Changfeng along with the ticket issued by the salesperson.

What she was thinking about was that Gu Changfeng's mother worked in a department store and had to pay the bills naturally. She really didn't have the courage to fight with others anymore. Without the protection of her third brother, she would be squeezed into a piece of paper.

Gu Changfeng took the ticket and looked at it. He looked up at Zheng Xinyue and asked casually:

"Don't you want to buy a piece of floral cloth?"

"I won't buy it. I just finished making new clothes that are enough to wear. I am making pants for my third brother. He is not even dressed for work. ♡"

Zheng Xinyue had already recovered from her embarrassment and told Gu Changfeng her inner plan with a smile.

"Um."

Gu Changfeng took a deep look at her, hummed lightly, and walked towards the cashier window with the ticket and money without asking any more questions.

"Oh, this guy is robbing me as if he doesn't have any money."

Zheng Chengbao protected Chen Sili and squeezed out of the crowd. He was sweating profusely. He just blinked and lost sight of his sister. He was afraid of losing her and kept looking outside. He was relieved when he saw Xinyue and Gu Changfeng talking.

Chen Sili's face was also flushed from the squeeze, but she would rather squeeze in for a while longer if she could be protected by her beloved man. At this moment, she looked happy and shy, looking at Zheng Chengbao secretly, forgetting about Zheng Xinyue.

"Xinyue, give the money and tickets to the third brother. I'll line up to pay the money. You and Sili can find a cool place to rest for a while."

Zheng Chengbao fanned the wind with his big hand and asked for money from his little sister. His pocket was cleaner than his face and he didn't have a penny. He turned around and said something to Chen Sili behind him.

"Sili, give me yours too, and I'll pay for it together."

"good."

Chen Sili hurriedly took out the money from her pocket, but her face froze immediately. The pocket was cut by someone, and the handkerchief containing the money was missing.

"my money."

Chen Sili's face turned pale with anxiety, she turned around and squeezed into the crowd.

Zheng Chengbao immediately went to protect her, and the two of them squeezed back together.

Zheng Xinyue was not busy looking for her wallet. Instead, she stared at the suspicious people in the crowd. She saw a man quietly squeezing out of the crowd. He was well-dressed, but his eyes were treacherous. When he saw Zheng Chengbao squeezing back in, , his expression was obviously tense, and he pushed the crowd out quickly.

Zheng Xinyue walked over calmly, and when he squeezed out of the crowd and wanted to run, she went over and kicked him in the crook of his leg. The man's attention was on Zheng Chengbao, and he didn't notice Zheng Xinyue at all, kneeling down unprepared. on the ground.

Zheng Xinyue went up and twisted the man's arm, held down his neck, and shouted in a majestic voice:

"Don't move, sir."