Josson is melancholy, basically acquaintances meet, will say so.Sometimes everything is so weird.

In the past, his bearded scum was called a nest.Now because the hair is so much white, it is depressing.

This... no, birch is not like that.

"You seemed to have said that a long time ago."

"Well, I'm the first in the world to know you're depressed."

In the mirror and Josun look at each other, the birch also shows a small sense of pride when he speaks.She remembered very clearly that when she was young, Josun was melancholy, and this guy would still be angry.

He not only plays football well, skips class and fights is also a good hand.Say such a person is melancholy, including Josson, no one believes.

Even Josson also vowed: "The so-called melancholy is his mother's mother's mother."I'll tell you, I'll tell you, I'm a pillar every morning."

“Ha!Can you tell, from where I saw my depression in the first place?”

"I don't know, just a simple intuition."

"Then you'll have an intuition, I'll get rich one day."

“It is hard work, not intuition.”

This birch is no joke.Josh didn’t go to the truth.Almost one morning, they were helping the birch to sort out her long hair.

At about noon, Jossong naturally went to the kitchen to prepare lunch.The difference was that this time he was pulling the birch together.

"Don't ask you to cook too well, at least we have to cook rice porridge and fried a green dish!"

"I'm tired every day."

"Because I'm tired, I can't eat instant noodles."

After knocking on the birch head with the spoon, Josson opened a live demonstration for her.The future is very long, the birch body is already weak, the old call takeaway, eat instant noodles, sooner or later will collapse.

In fact, some common meals, it is easy to learn.Just a little ask, do it well.This is often the most difficult for many urban men and women.

What about birch?She had long been accustomed to the current pace of life, but did not want to worry about Josson, so she studied carefully in the kitchen.

And when the two of them made lunch and came to the table together, Bai Hua also asked Qiao Song: "Go home, don't you see your parents?"

"Go back and dye your hair."

“And sometimes... can I go to your house?”

“...”

"Don't misunderstand, the food your mother made is delicious, if you can think..."

“My mother loves you and has time to see her.”Go!At least go, my mother will force you to eat some meat.Take care of yourself, you’ve been losing weight lately.”

“Your mother prefers the quiet.”

"You are her daughter."Josson replied, feeling strange in his heart.Because Chen Jing was also a righteous daughter of his own mother at the beginning.

In fact, they know each other that the so-called daughter is just a different name.The two of them...others don’t know, but Josson knows his mother and treats them as daughters-in-law.

This birch is also clear, and he knows that he can go to the house of Josun, but he cannot accompany him.

For more than three days, Josson remained in the dry water county.Together, the two of them carried out a thorough combing of the Anfield trade.

This will be the peak season for liquor sales, and with the efforts of the two, sales will still grow this month.In this way, at least the economic pressure of birch has been reduced a lot.

On the fourth day, when he did not go out in the morning, Jossong received a phone call from his third sister.

"Gentleman, a female customer said, bought a hundred pounds of wine from our store."

“The fuck!”

“It is a liar!The woman seems to be honest, but there is a reason to give money first under the world, and then let the wine come."

"No, no, we really owe people a hundred pounds of wine."This will be how Qiao Song remembered that it should have been sent to Yanbei a long time ago, and sent the 100 pounds of sorghum wine.

The money has been collected, because Yanbei said that he believes in this society and has integrity.The key is that in order to send combs to Chen Jing and birch, he has long forgotten this thing.

Then he continued on the phone: "Three sisters, I will give you the address, and quickly send the wine to the family."

"A hundred pounds of wine, my brother feels the movement I take?"

"Don't worry, I'll be back today."

As a business owner, we are sincere and trustworthy, which is the basis for future growth and development.Josun does not want to violate this principle, not to mention that the customer is Yanbei!

After hanging up the phone of the third sister, Qiao Song directly opened WeChat and sent a message to Yanbei: "Sorry, sorry, some things have been delayed recently, I sent you the wine today."

“Oh!Don’t worry, you can do something first.I'm just passing by your shop, without a hurry."

"I'm going to send it to you today."

"Okay, contact me in advance."

After communicating with Yanbei, Qiao Song found that Yanbei did not send himself a WeChat to rush.This woman is funny.

Then the birch came over and said, "You have something to do in the winery, go back early."

“Hmm.”

“Slow down the road.”

"Well, give me your car keys."

“Huh?”

In a question about birch, Josson put the Jetta car keys in the hands of the birch.Jetta can’t compare with Mastilla, but at least the steering wheel has a boost.Unlike the car, it is very difficult to drive.

“Joss, I’ll make the bread.”

“Do you think the car can deliver?”

“Can’t.”

"I'm going to use a van."

In fact, a hundred pounds of wine, Jetta car is no problem at all.This is a clear point, but the two people did not say much, and then after exchanging the car keys, Josun walked out the door.

Watching him leave behind, Bai birch held the Jetta car keys in his hand, and stood in the same place in some daze.As before, Joss was always so attentive.

And this will be Josson, skilled in driving a van, more than a child back to his own shop.And this is the third sister, is playing with chicken is not happy.

"Huh?"Is this CS?”

“Ccutting!”

White glanced at the old hat, Qiao Song, the third sister did not take care of it.It was not until after the battle that she turned to see this Josson and said, “How many days have you gone?”

“The old house.”

“Going home to the girls?”

"Three sisters, in your eyes, there is nothing else but a girl?"

"No!Just look at you now so handsome, I don't worry about going out."He put the phone aside when he spoke, and the third sister also got up and trodden on Choson.

Young girls, like the maturity and vicissitudes of men.Even if it hurts Josson, the more the three sisters look at it.

Then, without warning, she remembered the former female customer.Looks like it . . . barely as beautiful as herself, but she precipitates, melancholy temperament, and now Josson seems to be.Such a woman, with a refined taste, has a transcendent charm.

“Gentleman, brother!You don’t even have female customers to hang out together.”