After I went bankrupt, the school beauty became a CEO and wanted to support me?

Lady?

Looking at Yu Lingling's back as she walked forward with her arms and legs bared.

A bright and warm smile appeared in Chen Shuo's eyes.

Ok.

Who says there can only be gentle and quiet ladies in this world?

She is Yu Lingling.

Chen Shuo waved at Yu Lingling's back, even though she couldn't see him at all.

It was not until Yu Lingling walked into the village and could no longer be seen that Chen Shu turned around and walked towards the driver's seat.

Chen Shuo fastened his seat belt and recalled Su Qingwan's action of raising the car window just now. He took the initiative to explain to Su Qingwan:

"I just said a few words to Lingling."

"And I told her I was sorry."

Su Qingwan raised her eyebrows:

"You don't have to tell me everything."

"It's not like I don't trust you."

Chen Shuo fastened his seat belt and replied as a matter of course:

"But I want to say it."

Chen Shuo certainly knew that Su Qingwan would not misunderstand, but that was because he had gradually accumulated trust in her by actively sharing information with her every time he met Yu Lingling or other people.

Why do some people feel that their partner is unreasonable after being in a relationship for a long time? The other party always asks them about everything they do, as if they are not looking for a girlfriend, but a "mother" to restrain them.

Isn’t it because the other party feels the gap?

Especially when facing friends of the opposite sex, she may not ask, but you cannot not tell.

Only in this way can two people go on together for a long time.

Instead of you 'suddenly' discovering one day——

How did the gentle and pure girlfriend in my heart become a hysterical shrew?

What went wrong?

There's nothing wrong, it's just your love that's wrong.

A smile appeared on Su Qingwan's lips.

Just about to continue speaking.

Click.

Chen Shuo beside him suddenly unbuckled his seat belt, opened the car door, and said:

"wait for me a while."

"Ok?"

Su Qingwan didn't understand what was going on, and her puzzled gaze followed Chen Shu's figure.

He got out of the car.

First he took two quick steps, then he jogged.

Soon they arrived in front of an old lady who was pushing a tricycle with a hunched back not far away.

Thick piles of cardboard were piled on the tricycle.

Even the handles were hung with plastic bags containing beverage bottles.

Su Qingwan watched Chen Shuo say something to the other party, and then took the handle of the tricycle. The old lady next to him kept bowing and thanking him, with a big smile on her old and dry cheeks.

See this.

Su Qingwan got out of the car without any hesitation.

"Thank you, young man!"

"You are such a nice person."

Chen Shuo was pushing a tricycle with cardboard piled high on it, almost reaching his chest.

It even directly exceeded the old lady's height.

Chen Shu felt a little heavy even when pushing it.

Not to mention the skinny old lady in front of me.

Hard to imagine.

How on earth did she do it.

Chen Shu smiled and replied:

"You're welcome!"

"My grandma used to like picking up scrap too."

"is it?"

The old lady was a little surprised, but also a little envious: "She must be very happy to have such a good grandson like you."

"Yes."

Chen Shuo recalled how happy Grandma Cui was when she was picking up the bottles, and the smile on his face deepened a little: "But she passed away a few years ago."

"what……"

The old lady is hoarse.

Accidentally touched the other person's sore spot.

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

Su Qingwan walked closer.

When I heard Chen Shuo say these words, I knew that the person he was talking about was my grandmother.

She spoke with such a familiar attitude, as if she were his own grandmother.

Too shameless.

"No, no, it's fine if this young man comes."

The old lady felt that she was lucky today.

One by one, two of them came to help.

And she is so beautiful.

"Please help carry these plastic bottles."

Chen Shuo took the plastic bottle hanging on the handlebar of the tricycle and handed it to her. The old lady didn't know how she packed it, but the bag was stuffed full, squeezing the handlebar so that he couldn't hold the handle at all and could only push halfway.