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Chapter 91

"Second brother, have you forgotten that we still made money?" Xiang Wan stood still and reminded Xiang Kesong, "And this recorder is not only used by you!"

"I..." Xiang Kesong looked at Xiang Wan. He wanted to say that he could not spend money by making money like this. But he had no nerve to say that after all, that money was not what he earned.

He pursed his lips vigorously, Xiang Kesong pondered for a moment and asked Xiang Wan: "Xiaowan, are you sure... do you want a recorder?"

"Well, I want to use it." With Xiang Wan's English proficiency, he could only buy a tape recorder as a decoration, but Xiang Kesong has been wanting a tape recorder for a long time.

Xiangwan knew that in a carton under Xiang Kesong's bed, there were dozens of tapes piled up there, including English and music, all of which were not given to him by his classmates. Unfortunately, there was no recorder at home, and the tapes became a pile of useless waste.

Xiang Kesong saw Xiang Wan's serious look on his face. After a while, he gritted his teeth and finally compromised: "Okay, then... give it money!"

Xiang Wan pursed her lips and smiled, her eyes narrowed into crescent moons. This feeling of being able to fulfill her wish for the caring person is really good, although the other party is never willing to admit that this is his wish.

At fifty-eight, the money from Xiangwan's initial selling handkerchiefs and the money from selling on the road this time were all posted.

According to Xiang Kesong's initial idea, the number of second-hand ones will not exceed twenty at most, so they can still leave a lot of money. However, Xiangwan insisted on asking for a new one, and his brother was unwilling to ignore his sister's wishes, and finally watched his sister spend money like water.

But in the end, he was the happiest person.

On the way back, Xiang Kesong always hugged the recorder tightly in his chest, looking alert and dangerous. Those who were unknown, thought he was holding a huge sum of 100,000 yuan.

It was just after noon when the two arrived home, Xiang Qiaoyun went to work after lunch.

There was leftovers on the stove, and when Xiangwan looked in, it was still hot, he called Xiang Kesong to come over to have a meal.

However, Xiang Kesong had no idea about eating at this time. As soon as he entered the house, he directly liberated the tapes he had collected under the bed, plugged the recorder into power, and soon, music from this era was happily transmitted from the house.

Xiangwan chuckled softly, and did not disturb Xiang Kesong again, and served the meal.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, it was Xiang Qiaoyun's time to get off work. Yesterday, she was still scared. Xiang Wan and Xiang Kesong came to the door of the carton factory five minutes in advance to wait for Xiang Qiaoyun.

As usual, Xiang Qiaoyun came out with the others. However, today Xiang Qiaoyun's expression was obviously different from usual. She was confused and looked at something. She kept looking down and thinking about something, but she didn't even see Xiang Wan and Xiang Kesong who came to pick her up.

"Sister!" Xiang Kesong called Xiang Qiaoyun, Xiang Qiaoyun came back to her senses, and looked up and saw them.

"You are back!" Weird and doubt disappeared instantly when they saw the brother and sister, and their smiles came from the heart, "Are you here to pick me up?"

"Well, sister, what were you thinking just now? We were standing in the middle of the gate. If the second brother hadn't called you, I'm afraid you wouldn't look at us!" Xiang Wan pouted and said with a little coquettish look.

"Ah, sorry, I just got distracted. Actually, I... today..."

"Qiaoyun, are you here to pick you up home?" Suddenly, a person from the same factory greeted Xiang Qiaoyun. Xiang Qiaoyun said halfway and turned his head, "Ah, yes, they both rest today."

"Haha, it's pretty good!" The man smiled and waved goodbye to Qiaoyun. Xiang Qiaoyun also waved his hand, and also greeted several other colleagues.

He didn't finish his words, but Xiang Qiaoyun didn't want to say anything outside. She grabbed one with one hand and said, "Let's go, let's talk to you again when you get home!"
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