Era: The naive beauty charmed the villain!

By the time the goods were received and the inventory was completed, it was completely dark.

Gu Qingsong looked at the records in his hand, silently checked them again in his mind, and after confirming that they were correct, he handed the paper and pen to the person next to him.

Li Hongjun took the paper and pen from Gu Qingsong and was about to go back to his room to put them away when he suddenly remembered something that had been bothering him for several days.

Next month, we had arranged for Ah Hai to lead the team to the south, but he broke his leg while visiting relatives a few days ago, so he definitely can't go.

Li Hongjun thought and thought, but still couldn't decide who to replace him.

Since Gu Qingsong happened to be here today, Li Hongjun asked, "Brother Gu, who do you think would be suitable to go to the south next month?"

Upon hearing this, Gu Qingsong thought for a moment and then frowned.

Everything has been arranged for the New Year, and everyone has their own things to do.

Ah Hai suddenly broke his leg, and he had to find someone to take over his work.

Other matters are easy to handle; if everyone shares the burden and takes on more responsibility, there shouldn't be any major problems. However, the matter of going south is proving difficult.

There are capable people, but none of them are familiar with the ways of the South.

There were people who had been taken to the south by Ahai before, but after careful consideration, Gu Qingsong felt that those people lacked experience and were not yet able to lead a team on their own.

Gu Qingsong thought for a while but couldn't come up with a suitable candidate.

I looked at the sky; it was already quite late.

Gu Qingsong turned around and patted Li Hongjun on the shoulder, saying, "I'll go back and think about it some more. If it really doesn't work, I'll go there myself."

Upon hearing this, Li Hongjun breathed a sigh of relief and readily agreed.

Ah Hai has been troubled for a long time since he broke his leg.

After much thought, it's not suitable for anyone to go to the South.

But the matter in the south was very important, so important that it concerned their livelihood for the entire following year.

Now that Brother Gu has agreed to go, he's relieved.

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It was already very late when Gu Qingsong got home.

When Lin Jincheng saw him return, she silently packed her things and went back to the next room.

Ever since Lin Jincheng's household registration was transferred to Lin An'an's name, Lin An'an took it upon herself to prepare a room for her.

Although she usually insists on going back to live there, she will change her mind if there are special circumstances, such as today.

It was getting late, and it wouldn't be safe for her to walk home alone at night, so she decided to stay at the Gu family's house for the night.

Gu Qingsong entered the room and found Lin An'an writing and drawing something at her desk.

When Lin An'an saw that the person had returned, she was about to say something, but before she could open her mouth, she yawned first.

When Gu Qingsong saw Lin An'an reading, he thought of the college entrance examination and felt a little heavy-hearted.

Seeing that the person's eyes and nose were red after yawning, I couldn't help but laugh.

Gu Qingsong stepped forward to help tidy up the books on the table, and didn't forget to remind him, "It's late at night, don't read too much, be careful not to damage your eyes."

Lin An'an gave a perfunctory reply, muttering, "I've wanted to sleep for a while, but I was waiting for you."

Gu Qingsong smiled and apologized repeatedly, offering a few words of comfort.

After tidying up her desk, I realized that Lin An'an wasn't reading any books for the college entrance exam.

Seeing that Gu Qingsong's gaze was fixed on her notebook, Lin An'an coughed twice, cleared her throat, and said proudly, "My novel is finished! I'm polishing it these past two days."

Gu Qingsong knew that his wife had been writing a novel, but he hadn't seen her put pen to paper for several months.

I thought he had given up halfway through writing, but I didn't expect him to finish it. He even said he was "polishing" it, which sounds like a very sophisticated word.

Gu Qingsong was immediately filled with respect, feeling the weight of the notebook in his hand grow even heavier.