Song Zhichao basically didn't dress up much, so he just wore a piece of clothing, squeezed a pair of slippers, and went out of the dormitory door to find "Tian Xiaoli" who was calling him downstairs just now.

This surprised Zhu Fugui. You should know that Song Zhichao liked being so pretty before. As soon as he heard Tian Xiaoli look for him, he would dress up for a long time, either applying snow cream to his face or dipped a wooden comb with water to combed his hair neatly to expose his scalp.

Under the toy factory dormitory building—

Song Zhichao met Tian Xiaoli.

This is a girl with a good look, wearing a brand new floral skirt and a pair of high-heeled sandals underneath. Her eyes were black and bright, and she had two small braids on her head, which was a standard girl style for the 1980s and 1990s.

While waiting for Song Zhichao, Tian Xiaoli was frowning, rubbing her flower skirt with her fingers, and gently kicking the stones under her feet with her toes. The stones rolled on the ground, just like her heart, and also rolled around.

Until Song Zhichao appeared.

"What's the matter with me?"

Tian Xiaoli raised her head and looked at Song Zhichao. She refused to say what she thought immediately, but looked at Song Zhichao's haggard face and said carelessly: "Have you drunk?"

"I drank a little." Song Zhichao did not deny it.

Just as Tian Xiaoli was about to speak, a young worker passing by saw them and teased with a smile: "What are you guys doing? This guy is in broad daylight, it's not dark yet, you're so warm!"

The other workers also laughed.

For these young people, working day and night in the factory, not understanding Cantonese, and cannot integrate into the lives of the locals. They basically waste their youth here, and they get nothing except a little salary. Compared with those who have no girlfriend and are used to slow motion of left and right hands, only those workers who are in love and have girlfriends are the real "kings" here.

"If you want to be intimate, go to the house! We are so uncomfortable to see this here!"

"You have to endure the pain, but who can't do it? At worst, you can go to the video hall to watch the night market after work!"

"Yes, I asked the boss to change the film in the middle of the night. When I asked what I was doing, I said I wanted to satisfy my cravings! Hahaha!"

Tian Xiaoli's face turned red when she heard these crazy words mixed with Cantonese vernacular.

Song Zhichao made jokes with those people indifferently, and said that he would call him when watching the video.

Someone began to compliment Song Zhichao again, saying that he was about to become a supervisor and that he would take care of himself more in the future.

Song Zhichao smiled and said, "This is a no-brainer, and I will talk about it when it's confirmed."

Tian Xiaoli knew that Song Zhichao had been tricked by Zhao Jinbao, and he could not be the supervisor anymore.

Seeing Song Zhichao like this, Tian Xiaoli felt a little distressed for him. After all, the two of them had a partner, and Tian Xiaoli was not the kind of person who was so kind. However, whether from the perspective of economic conditions or status, Song Zhichao was far behind Zhao Jinbao by 108,000 miles.

Song Zhichao came from the countryside like himself. Although his high school education was amazing in the village, he admired him very much at that time, but he was nothing when he got here.

That’s right, it’s very valuable to have a literary recruitment now. Many migrant workers graduate from elementary school, junior high school, and some even illiterate. You can compete for supervisors in high school culture, but you also need to have a backstage. If the superiors don’t give you a chance, even if you are a college student, you have to work hard again.

Besides, Song Zhichao's family is too poor. He is just one of the hundreds of thousands of workers. He only earns sixty or seventy yuan a month. He doesn't look like Zhao Jinbao. He has a strong backstage. He is the factory director's brother-in-law and the production department manager here. His monthly salary is at least 13,300 yuan. He knows how to make himself happy. He spent about 30 yuan to buy this skirt yesterday - that's his half-month salary.

Regardless of the horizontal and vertical comparisons, Tian Xiaoli felt that Song Zhichao could not compare to Zhao Jinbao, so her relationship with Song Zhichao must be broken quickly, and she cannot be dragged down by Song Zhichao anymore.

"That, it's too noisy here... Why don't we go to the small playground in front?" Tian Xiaoli thought in her heart, bit her lip and said to Song Zhichao.

"No need, just say anything if you have something to say - is it related to that person?" Song Zhichao asked.

"Did you see it yesterday?" Tian Xiaoli lowered her head, her voice like a mosquito and flies.

"Well, I saw it. When I went to the mall, I happened to see you with him." Song Zhichao did not hide it. Anyway, the girl in front of me was not the person I really like.

Tian Xiaoli's breathing was a little rapid.

"He bought this skirt for you. It looks quite expensive, ten yuan or twenty yuan? I can't afford it." Song Zhichao said in a joking tone.

Tian Xiaoli's cheeks turned red, she grabbed her skirt with her hands, plucked up her head, "He and I..."

"I know he is chasing you, and you have a good impression of him. Otherwise, you wouldn't meet him alone. Besides, although we are childhood sweethearts, we can't force our relationship, and you have the freedom to choose." Song Zhi quickly cut the mess, feeling awkward, and wanted to get to know this relationship as soon as possible.

Tian Xiaoli didn't expect Song Zhichao to say this, and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes. She seemed to have unexpectedly thought that Song Zhichao would let go so easily, and she was vaguely uncomfortable.

"You are right... But I always feel a little sorry for you. You are so kind to me." Tian Xiaoli calmed down and organized the words in her heart and said them.

Who is Song Zhichao? Suddenly, he smiled and said, "No need to say these polite words. If you really feel sorry for me, you won't deliberately wear this outfit to stimulate me. Tell me, what's the matter with me?"

Tian Xiaoli was seen through by Song Zhichao, her eyes were a little flustered, and she hurriedly said, "It was me who came in a hurry and didn't have time to change her clothes - Zhao Jinbao wanted to invite you to dinner, but I don't know if you want it."

Song Zhichao knew that Zhao Jinbao was the guy who prying his corner, he was also the production manager of the toy factory and the factory director's brother-in-law.

Tian Xiaoli looked at Song Zhichao with some anxiety. She thought Song Zhichao would refuse on the spot, but she didn't expect him to say, "Okay, when, what to eat, and where to eat? By the way, I will tell him, I wish you happiness."

Tian Xiaoli was a little confused. She stared at Song Zhichao wide, as if she wanted to see through him and see through him. Finally, she said: "It's at the Li Ji food stall near our factory, at 8 o'clock tonight."

Song Zhichao nodded, "Well, I remember. Can I bring someone?"

Tian Xiaoli was stunned for a moment.

"I can't go out to eat alone and throw my cousin into the house alone... Since Zhao Jinbao is willing to buy such an expensive skirt for you, it should be fine to eat multiple people."

Tian Xiaoli felt that Song Zhichao was jealous when she said this, but his expression was a little different. Instead, she seemed to have lost some burden and looked very happy. So the discomfort in her heart became even stronger.

"Well, it's okay, you can bring him with you."

"That's thank you." Song Zhichao turned around and was about to leave after saying that.

But suddenly he was stopped by Tian Xiaoli behind him.

After hesitating for a moment, Tian Xiaoli still widened her eyes and asked, "Is it true that you do this?"

Song Zhichao looked back at her and said frankly: "Of course it's true."

"Why?"
Chapter completed!