After saying that, Jiang Ming looked at Song Tingfan curiously, "Big Head, have you ever been a soldier? I heard them say you are a soldier."

Song Tingfan didn't talk much in front of outsiders and nodded.

Jiang Ming enviously said: "I want to go all the time. Last year, the government thought I was short and refused to let me go."

Upon hearing this, Song Tingfan looked at him, "Why do you want to go?"

"My family is not in good condition, and others bully my family. Only if I have a promising future, I will not dare to bully our family." Jiang Ming was embarrassed and digging a big mouthful of rice.

Lin Qiaozhao asked about Jiang Ming's family's family background when she was working. Her father died early, her mother was weak and sickly, and she had a seven or eight-year-old sister.

All the burdens of the family fell on him alone.

She glanced at Song Tingfan and happened to meet his gaze, and soon she moved away.

Song Tingfan said in a deep voice: "Do work here well and you won't treat you badly. Being promising does not mean being a soldier."

He can do it by placing someone, but he never makes an exception, otherwise others will always take these handles and find an opportunity to sue him.

He won't take any risk to himself, he still has a home.

"Do you work hard. When this shop is ready, we will open a shop. The shopkeepers will definitely choose from you familiar hands first." Lin Qiao nodded in agreement, then glanced at everyone, "Everyone is the same. An Anxinxin helps the shop, and the wages will definitely be the boss."

Everyone was happy when they heard this. Jiang Ming, who had just wanted to go to the border, immediately raised his hand to show his loyalty, "Boss, I will definitely do my best."

"As long as you do it well, you will be indispensable." Lin Qiao said this with purpose. Recently, some people are jealous of Fan'an's business and dig out the corners of the chef.

Fortunately, Wei Yun found this cooking skill, and he had a contract to sell his body, but he couldn't even dig it.

After the meal, everyone was happy. Lin Qiao ignored the dishes and entered the room and started to settle the accounts of yesterday.

After a while, Song Tingfan came in, walked straight to the cabinet, took out a bag, and a trace of expectation flashed through his eyes, "Aunt Lin asked me to bring you the wedding dress to try."

Upon hearing this, Lin Qiao glanced at the wedding dress and nodded, "I'll try it later."

"I think it's appropriate." Song Tingfan stood still, as if he wouldn't leave if she didn't try.

Lin Qiao never won the "dispute" with the villain, so she had to put down her brush, get up and take it, and after he went out again, she changed into it. Her wedding dress was not gorgeous, but there was a lotus on her chest.

Li Guifen measured the size, which was naturally suitable.

"suitable."

Lin Qiao replied to the dark shadow at the door. The next moment, the man's voice was quiet, "I'm in." After that, he pushed open the door.

Lin Qiao didn't expect him to come in. Her belt had been unbuttoned, but fortunately there was a cloak inside, so she quickly reconciled her clothes.

Song Tingfan paused for a moment and quickly looked in his sight, "I thought you were dressed."

Lin Qiao pretended not to be embarrassed, "It's just a belt."

"Are you okay?"

"alright."

When she returned, Song Tingfan saw it, and his eyes flashed with surprise. Her skin was fair, her red wedding dress looked even whiter, and her cheeks were flushed, bright and lively.

His protruding throat rolled twice unconsciously, then walked over and raised his hand to help her get the collar.

The two were a little close, and Lin Qiao moved back unnaturally.

Song Tingfan naturally noticed it, but pretended that he didn't see it. After a while, he let go of his hand and looked at her carefully, "It looks good."

"Just look good."

Lin Qiao patted her clothes and was about to ask him to go out, he said again: "In the future, I will buy good-looking clothes for you to wear every day."

Upon hearing this, Lin Qiao felt a little warm and looked at him, "It's enough to have clothes."

"No, my mother said she wanted to buy good-looking clothes for her wife." Song Tingfan looked very serious.

For a moment, Lin Qiao regretted that she had promised him to get married for a fake. What if he still insisted on it after one or three years?

What should she do? What should he do?

She shouldn't bet on feelings.

"Ting..." Fan

Before she could speak, the man interrupted her, "I'm out, you can change it." After that, he walked out without waiting for her to answer.

Song Tingfan, who had left the house, unconsciously pulled the corner of his clothes on. Did she start to regret it?

No.

Regret even though it doesn't matter.

He must marry her.

The shop was not too busy in the afternoon, so Song Tingfan went back to the village, and he often did this recently.

Lin Qiao is here to calculate her days in her spare time, and she has only been divorced for seven or eight days.

The day of marriage happened to be her birthday.

This day must have been uncounted, and it was probably mentioned by Song Tingfan.

She couldn't help but slap her forehead, was she so confused at that time?

"Boss, that miscellaneous man is here again. I urged him a few times, but he still refused to leave." Jiang Ming knocked on the door and shouted to her.

Needless to ask, I know who Zapi is. Lin Qiaomei was a little annoyed. Is Niu Er a brain problem?

Then he opened the door and went out. When he entered the lobby, he saw Niu Er crossing his legs. She glanced around, finally took a broom, walked over and looked at him several times, "Get out!"

"Ouch." Niu Er took a few steps back and covered his head with his hands, "Widow Song, I was wrong, I was wrong, you can't forgive me?"

"Get out, I'll report to the official to arrest you when I come in." Lin Qiao stopped the broom when she saw him exiting the door.

"Don't be angry, listen to my explanation. I said it in a hurry that day. You can't marry that brat Song Tingfan. He is unhappy and has had that idea of ​​you for a long time." Niu Er was a few steps away from the door and said, "How about I ask my father to go to your house to propose marriage immediately? I will give you as much betrothal gifts you want."

"Niu Er, if an ordinary woman had already jumped into the river and committed suicide that day, it would not have been covered up if you said it in a hurry."

Lin Qiao looked at Jiang Ming and a few helpers beside her and said, "If he comes to the shop in the future, he will just beat him out and pay the money to be responsible for the shop." After that, she stood the broom behind the door and turned back to the house.

Niu Er was anxious to come in, but was stopped by Jiang Ming and the others, "Widow Song, can't I be wrong? Widow Song!!"

Jiang Ming pushed him out with all his might, "Don't bother our boss. Our boss beat you up later. Our boss has served as a soldier."

"Big boss, no, I'm your boss. If you have the ability to let him beat me up, I'm not bragging, and I won't dare to stand in front of him." Niu Er spat on the ground.

"Bah, it's okay for our boss to beat you up. You can leave quickly, and our boss will come back later." Jiang Ming shouted angrily.

After a long time, Niu Er left.

When Song Tingfan came back, the shop was busy, but he was not making cakes or cooking.

He swept around but didn't see Lin Qiao, so he raised his foot and headed into the yard.

At this time, Jiang Ming stopped him with a plate and said worriedly: "Big Head, the miscellaneous skin is here again today. The Head Head may be frightened and hasn't left the house for a long time. We went to ask her, and she said it was okay, but she didn't eat dinner."
Chapter completed!