Chapter 148: Fanwai·Past Life Volume

When Jiang Jianjun heard this sentence, the green muscles on his forehead broke up, "Let me go."
His sturdy and agile body began to exert force, trying to free himself from the restraint.
However, these people hired by He Songbai with high salary are not vegetarians. One or two people may not be able to beat Jiang Jianjun, but a group of people is more than enough to deal with him.
He Songbai made people keep pressing Jiang Jianjun. He lit a cigarette beside him, and he remembered the object's order to quit smoking when he finished smoking. He has quit smoking for many years and has no cigarette case on his body, but he is happy today and can't help taking a cigarette from the bodyguard. The whole body of blood was mobilized with excitement at this moment, his slender fingers sandwiched the smoke, and he breathed a sigh of relief looking at the sky.
He slept in the dark for three years, burying a little bit of thread to make a pile. When everything was mature, he gently pulled the thread in his hand, and the whole building collapsed. He used his patience to win the game.
When He Songbai learned that Zhao Lanxiang was officially divorced, his bones were loose.
He glanced at the man who had fallen to the ground with a calm gaze, and the lightly written voice was full of joy: "Since you have been divorced, then get together, as a man, don't do too ugly."
Jiang Jianjun's face against the ground was half frozen, and there was a haze in his eyes, "Who are you?"
He Songbaisi did not fear him to come to trouble, generously took out his business card and handed it to him, smiled lightly: "Chairman of "Xianbai", He Songbai."
...
Zhao Lanxiang squeezed a lot of sweat along the way back, and she couldn't help but say thanks to Sister He.
"Without you, I'm afraid I won't be so easy to get out today."
Jiang Jianjun suddenly came to her insanely today, and the words were fierce, which was not what Zhao Lanxiang thought of. Until now, she still has an unreal feeling. The ex-husband who has been as cold as a machine without emotion, will one day say to love her. This was undoubtedly more ironic to her. She dismissed him for seventeen years. The child was gone, the dignity was gone, she polished the last touch of emotion, but he regretted it.
"Will you, treat him with a soft heart?" Sister He took out the paper and pen and quickly wrote a sentence on the white paper to show to Zhao Lanxiang.
Zhao Lanxiang shook her head, "How come."
If a light apology can be forgiven, how can she be worthy of Jiejie who hasn't even had a chance to look at this world? She always remembers the harm this marriage has done to her, and remembers his indifferent harm. It is impossible for a person to be so stupid that he jumps into the same pit twice.
That's good. Sister He pursed her lips and smiled faintly.
Her silly younger brother has been guarding for so many years, and finally she can keep guard and see the moon.
Sister He paid the final payment of the custom-made dress at the ready-to-wear store. It was a sky-blue embroidered evening dress. The funds were credited to the economically embarrassed Zhao Lanxiang.
In order to meet the ideal look of the ready-made clothing store in her mind, no matter the cost of opening a store or decorating has emptied her savings, if it is not the support of Sister He, a generous repeat customer, Zhao Lanxiang may have to eat bran wild vegetables and work hard.
Sister He seemed to understand her difficulties, smiled gently, and wrote another sentence.
"The clothes look good. Many people asked me where to buy them. I said "Lanxiang"."
The implication was to recommend her ready-to-wear store, and Zhao Lanxiang was pleasantly surprised.
Sister He’s pen point didn’t stop, and she paused and wrote,
If your ex-husband will come to harass you in the future, call me.

"I don’t see men who bully women the most."
Her heart is very warm. It is not easy to meet these kind-hearted people after divorce. This made her eyes hot, and she said softly with her lips closed, "Thank you, I really appreciate your concern."
"God let me know you, I'm so lucky."
Sister He touched her hair, and she only smiled softly, silly girl.
Where is God's arrangement? She has to help her brother take care of his wife.
Sister He smiled deeper.
"Thanks don't have to be, it's better to cook for me."
...
On the weekend, Zhao Lanxiangguo really invited Sister He. She started preparing early at home, planning a hearty meal.
Sister He came as promised. She did not come by herself, and brought a thin and elegant man. Zhao Lanxiang recognized him and had a relationship a few days ago. He and Sister He helped her to stop Jiang Jianjun and solve her embarrassing situation.
Sister He wrote in a small book: "This is my younger brother, He Songbai."
"This is, Zhao Lanxiang."
The man smiled gently and nodded at her, "Hello."
Zhao Lanxiang sincerely thanked, "Thank you for your help a few days ago, you can sit freely, it is a little early, I am not ready here yet."
After she finished speaking, she got into the kitchen and became busy.
He Songbai was a little stunned. He didn't expect that the first time he spoke to the subject ended in such a hurry.
Sister He pinched the suit jacket he was wearing and glared at him.
He Songbai strode into the kitchen and glanced. The fair-skinned woman was lowering her head to tidy up her apron. She slightly lowered her head. The faint expression on her face was enough to make the long-lost people feel familiar. He Songbai's heart softened and her nostalgic eyes lingered tightly on her.
He said, "Wait a moment."
Without touching her, he gently helped her to tie her apron belt and said with a smile: "I will fight for you."
He Songbai very honestly took the pot of greens to wash under the faucet. After washing and processing the fish, his muffled work and his back to the person did not make Zhao Lanxiang think about anything else. Zhao Lanxiang just felt very embarrassed and said repeatedly: "No need."
"How to let the guests work."
Sister He also entered the kitchen at this time. She helped Zhao Lanxiang cut green vegetables. He Songbai said cheerfully: "It doesn't matter, work makes people happy."
"It's more fragrant to eat."
He pointed to the fish on the cutting board and said, "I'll cut it, make sure it's cut well."
He held the thin knife, and the speed of falling the knife was so fast that he could only hear the sound of the puff, the puff of the knife shone with cold light, and the flesh of the fish was sliced ​​into thin pieces, as thin as cicada wings like a gauze. He knew what dishes she wanted to make, and when he saw the side dishes she prepared, he understood.
It recalled He Songbai's memories. One year during the Spring Festival, the whole family was shrouded in a gloomy sorrow. She stayed in his house and made such a fish. Prepare meticulously and work hard to bring warmth to his family despite difficulties. He Songbai put the thin fish flesh neatly in the porcelain white plate, the white tender and translucent fish flesh is like a little powder blooming on the light snow.
In her last life, she tried to make him happier, so active and enthusiastic as the sun, dispelling the haze of his life. He has low self-esteem, cowardice, and weakness, and is accompanied by her no matter whether she is poor or rich. This life, replaced him to protect her and warm her.
He Songbai felt that the arrangement of fate was very intentional, so that he could stand in her previous life and repay her afterlife. Although each other's feelings were unfairly blank for a certain period of time, she had the courage to love him who had nothing, and he had the patience to wait for her for five years.
Protect her, love her, and pursue her.
Zhao Lanxiang, who was boiling water on the side, listened to the regular sound of the chopping board. She turned to her head and couldn't help but looked startled. She forgot to stop drinking this man who was too enthusiastic to work.