Chapter 600: Never give up

"Don't throw!"
Suddenly, Li Jingyi's big palm directly pinched her wrist.
"Why don't you throw it away? The knit is so bad, why don't you keep it?"
As soon as Tang Nuanhua saw this sweater, he felt angry and frustrated that he had done nothing. "I really failed. I can't even knit a sweater! What can I do? "
"Who says you can't knit well? I think it's pretty good."
After speaking, Li Jingyi took the sweater with holes in it directly from her hand, then took off his coat without saying a word, and then put the sweater on him.
"Look, it still fits well."
After Li Jingyi put it on, he praised it very seriously, "I think the imperfect part of your sweater is actually a feature of this sweater, what do you think?"
Hearing this, Tang Nuan looked at the paintings.
Li Jingyi's figure line was already perfect. At this time, wearing this imperfect sweater, he actually wore a little characteristic.
"Wow, it's really nice."
Tang Nuanhua suddenly widened his eyes in surprise, and looked at Li Jingyi incredibly, his expression finally looked much better.
"So, there is no need to throw it away."
Li Jingyi finally smiled when he saw this girl, and his mood became a lot easier.
Then he stretched out his hand and gently took Tang Nuan's painting into his arms, and said in a low voice, "Don't feel bad about yourself. In my heart, what you do is the best, you know?"
Hearing this, tears welled up in Tang Nuan's eyes.
"Jing Yi..." Tang Nuanhua could not speak, so she had to hug Li Jingyi tightly.
The temperature of the palm of his head soon spread, and Li Jingyi rubbed her head very fondly, "Well, today is the New Year's Eve, be happy."
"Hmm." Tang Nuanhua nodded vigorously in his arms.
On the other side, Country S has just entered the evening.
The evening breeze blew across the cheeks of passers-by, the street lights were lit up one by one, and the vehicles on the road formed a long dragon, which made people feel a little desolate.
At this time, in a Chinese restaurant on the side of the road.
Song Yijun and Gu Jun were sitting on a table, eating a sumptuous dinner, and exclaimed, "Today is the 30th of the New Year, should it be very lively tonight in China?"
"Ok."
Gu Jun replied in a low voice, and then saw Song Yijun looking out the window with a disappointed look, and couldn't help asking, "Miss, are you homesick?"
"Somewhat."
Song Yijun did not deny, "Actually, it is the first time for me to spend a holiday abroad, and I am used to the domestic customs. I am somewhat unaccustomed to this country that is only a Spring Festival."
S country does not have the custom of the Spring Festival. They have their own festivals, but after all, Song Yijun is a native Chinese, so it is naturally unaccustomed.
Song Yijun couldn't help feeling a little melancholy when he thought that the country at this moment should be a scene of brilliant fireworks blooming all night.
"Miss, miss?"
As he was thinking, Gu Jun suddenly called twice, "Miss, your phone rang."
Song Yijun suddenly came back to his senses, only to realize that he had just accidentally walked away, and the phone on the desktop was shaking.
So he immediately picked up the phone and put it to his ear to answer, "Hello? Auntie, Happy New Year."
The person who called was Song Yijun's aunt An Ruoqing.
After all, today is such an important day of the Spring Festival, Song Yijun can't go home for the New Year, An Ruoqing naturally wants to make a phone call to express his condolences.
"Yijun, how is your time abroad during this time?" An Ruoqing asked very concerned.
Song Yijun smiled, "It's good, but it's a pity that I can't go home to accompany you for the New Year."
"Hey..." At this point, An Ruoqing suddenly sighed.
"Why don't Auntie want you to come back for the New Year? But how can you get back with your current situation?"
After all, Song Yijun is still wanted by the police. If he returns to China, once he is caught, the consequences will be disastrous.
"But Yijun, I heard recently that Baicheng seems to be good to you?" An Ruoqing suddenly asked again.
"It's okay."
Song Yijun smiled and said truthfully, "Actually, this is your blessing. If you hadn't been kind to Baicheng before, he would definitely not reuse me so much now."
Then Song Yijun talked about the benefits that Baicheng had given him during this time.
In fact, during this period of time, Baicheng was really good to Song Yijun, not only gave Song Yijun the management right of the eastern part of the underground city, but also gave her a lot of subordinates.
Today's Song Yijun is undoubtedly more and more powerful.
"Tsk tsk, in this way, the boy from Baicheng is pretty good. It seems that I didn't help this boy in vain back then."
After listening to this, An Ruoqing was very satisfied with Baicheng's approach.
At the very least, Song Yijun's life abroad, she doesn't have to worry about it.
"But Auntie, I have an idea." Song Yijun said suddenly.
"What do you think?" An Ruoqing asked.
"Auntie, in fact, I have more and more rights now. I believe that I can make a comeback soon."
"So when the time comes, I still want to return to China and continue to take revenge!" When it came to the last word, Song Yijun's tone was particularly powerful.
After An Ruoqing heard this, he first had a meal, and then sighed deeply, "Oh, why don't you, the girl, refuse to give up?"
She thought that Song Yijun went abroad and could forget the grudges and grudges in the country.
Unexpectedly, Song Yijun not only did not forget, but hated Tang Nuan painting even deeper in his heart.
"Auntie, it's impossible for me to forgive Tang Nuan for painting in my life. Think about it, if it wasn't for her to harm me over and over again, would I be here?"
"Do I have to be kicked out of the country by her, and then let her go so willingly?"
"Auntie, I can tell you very clearly, if I don't take revenge, I can't do it."
Song Yijun's tone is very positive, her hatred of Tang Nuan's paintings is no longer as simple as it used to be.
In the past, she was most jealous of Tang Nuan's paintings, and wanted to ruin Tang Nuan's paintings, and would never look up.
But this time, there was only one thought in her mind, and that was how to torture Tang Nuan's paintings.
Song Yijun has secretly vowed in her heart that she must return the damage that Tang Nuan painted to her ten times a hundred times!
All in all, she will not let Tang Nuan painting end up worse than herself!
"Ugh……"
Seeing that Song Yijun could not be stopped by Qingyan, An Ruoqing had to sigh, "Since you have already decided, let's build up power abroad first."