Bai Fumei in the 70’s

When Jiang Jianjun heard this sentence, the green veins on his forehead popped 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 salaries 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 his people keep pressing Jiang Jianjun. He lit a cigarette beside him, and he remembered his wife's order to quit smoking when he finished. He has quit smoking for many years and has not even had a single cigarette on his body, but he is happy today and can't help taking a cigarette from his bodyguard. His whole body was mobilized with excitement at this moment, his slender fingers sandwiched the cigarette, and he breathed a sigh of relief looking at the sky.

He stayed in the dark for three years, collecting every little bit of thread to make a pile. When everything was mature, he gently pulled the thread in his hand, and the whole building will collapse. He used his kind of patience to win every 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 his light voice was full of joy, "Since you have been divorced, then get yourself together. As a man, don't be too ugly."

Jiang Jianjun's face against the ground was half-frozen, and there was a haze in his eyes, "Who are you?"

He Songbai did not fear him to come to trouble him. He generously took out his business card and handed it to him, smiled lightly, "Chairman of "Xiangbai," 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 it won't be so easy for me to get out today."

Jiang Jianjun suddenly came to her insanely, and his words were fierce, which was not what Zhao Lanxiang could imagine. Until now, she still has an unreal feeling. Her ex-husband, who has been as cold as a machine without emotion, will one day say that he loves her. This was undoubtedly more ironic to her rather than sweet. He dismissed her for seventeen years. Their child was gone, her dignity was gone, she polished the last touch of her emotion, but he regretted it.1

"Will you treat him with a soft heart?" Sister He took out a paper and pen and quickly wrote on a white paper to show to Zhao Lanxiang.

Zhao Lanxiang shook her head, "How could it be."

If everything could be forgiven with a light apology, how can she be worthy of her 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 indifference. A person can't be so stupid that she jumps into the same pit twice.

That's good. Sister He pursed her lips and smiled faintly.

Her silly younger brother has been guarding her for so many years, and finally, he can guard openly and see his moonlight.

Sister He paid the final payment for the custom-made dress she ordered. It was a sky-blue embroidered evening dress. The fund was very helpful 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, everything has emptied her savings, if it is not for the support of Sister He, a generous repeat customer, Zhao Lanxiang may have to eat bran and wild vegetables while working hard.

Sister He seemed to understand her difficulties. She smiled gently and wrote another sentence.

"The clothes look good. Many people asked me where to buy them. I said, "Lanxiang."

The implication was that she had recommended her ready-to-wear store. Zhao Lanxiang was pleasantly surprised.

Sister He's pen point didn't stop, and she paused and wrote, "If your ex-husband comes to harass you in the future, call me."

"I don't like to see men who bully women the most."

Her heart is very warm. It is not easy to meet these kind-hearted people after a divorce. This made her eyes felt 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 this God's arrangement? She has to help her brother take care of his wife.

Sister He smiled deeper.

"No need to thank me. It's better to cook for me."

...

On the weekend, Zhao Lanxiang really invited Sister He to eat. She started preparing early at home, planning a hearty meal.

Sister He came as promised. She did not come by herself but brought a thin and elegant man. Zhao Lanxiang recognized him from 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 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 her ended in such a hurry.

Sister He pinched the suit jacket he was wearing and glared at him.

He Songbai strode into the kitchen. The fair-skinned woman was lowering her head to tidy up her apron. The faint expression on her face was enough to make him feel familiar to his long-lost wife. He Songbai's heart softened, and his 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 help 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 repeatedly said, "No need."

"How come I 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 would be more delicious 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 slicing sound. 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 when he saw the side dishes she prepared.

It recalled He Songbai's memories. One year during the Spring Festival, the whole family was shrouded in 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 white porcelain plate. The white, tender, and translucent fish flesh is like a little flower blooming on the light snow.

In his last life, she tried to make him happy. So active and enthusiastic as the sun, dispelling the haze of his life. He had low self-esteem, a coward, and weak, but was accompanied by her no matter whether he was poor or rich. In this life, it was his turn to protect her and warm her.

He Songbai felt that the arrangement of fate was very intentional so that he could return to her previous life and repay her after death. Although each other's feelings were unfairly blank for a certain period of time, she had the courage to love him when he 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 be startled. She forgot to stop this man who was too enthusiastic about working.