"Huh?" Even Wang Zhong was a little unsure of Wen Ju'an's thoughts. He tilted his head and looked up and down at Wen Ju'an, who was becoming more cheerful and lively, with a bit of confusion in his eyes.

Wen Ju'an's delicate face was not wearing any pink, but the girl's unique pink color was enough to outshine any decoration.

"Why do you ask this?" Wang Zhong asked.

Wen Ju'an gently helped Wang Zhong's arms and shoulders with an extremely skillful movement, "Uncle Wang, why are you so awesome? You can even design girls' clothes!"

There was some indescribable glimmer in Wen Ju'an's eyes.

"Let's get to the point!" Wang Zhong glanced sideways at Wen Ju'an.

Wen Ju'an kept moving his hands and said, "I'm going to be a sophomore soon, right? Our school is going to hold a welcome party, and I signed up for a program! I want to ask Uncle Wang to help me design an outfit."

"What program?"

"Sword dance!" Wen Ju'an said.

"Sword dance?" Wang Zhong turned to look at Wen Ju'an, his eyes moving up and down, "Just you?"

"What's wrong with me?" Wen Ju'an didn't feel anything was wrong at all.

"You are so dissatisfied with only one bottle and half the bottle is sloshing around. How dare you go to the party?" Wang Zhong said sarcastically without mercy.

"Ouch! Uncle Wang!"

"Uncle Wang Zhong!" Seeing that his attentiveness failed, Wen Ju'an rolled his eyes and immediately imitated Simei's behavior. He pushed Wang Zhong's arm and let out a tantrum, "Are you just going to design a set of clothes for me?"

"Besides, isn't there still three or four months to work on? If you teach me well, I'll definitely be able to do it."

"Stop shaking, stop shaking!"

Wang Zhong was a little helpless. He was a soft-spoken man, and he didn't want a girl to act coquettishly in front of him.

"Then you agreed?" Wen Ju'an stopped what he was doing and said with a surprised look on his face.

"Definitely!" Wang Zhong quickly got up from the recliner, "I promise you!"

"Let Sanli measure your size later."

Isn't it just a set of sword dance clothes? For Wang Zhong, it is something that can be easily grasped.

Wen Ju'an has a sweet appearance and is a bit less heroic than Simei, so she uses a softer, classic dress with a ribbon, and the sword dance and ribbon complement each other.

In just a moment, Wang Zhong already had a plan in mind.

It's just a university welcome party, not a big international event. Besides, the clothes are just a foil. The key depends on whether Wen Ju'an's sword dance is good or not. If it's not good, it doesn't matter how good it is.

Clothes are useless.

Wen Ju'an has been learning sword dance with Sanli and Simei for more than a year. At first, he was under great pressure when re-reading, so he asked Sanli for advice as a way to relax and exercise after studying.

That's all, but I gradually fell in love with it for some reason. Just after finishing the college entrance examination last year, I couldn't wait to visit Sanli for advice.

Sanli, who had already received Wang Zhong's permission, was not stingy. She did not hide any of her skills and experience and passed them on to Wen Ju'an without reservation.

The relationship between the two little girls has become more and more intimate, and they have gradually developed into hardcore best friends who talk about everything.

Even though Wen Ju'an is older than Sanli, his personality is not as mature as Sanli's. He is even on par with Simei. Perhaps it is Sanli's sensible and precocious personality, or his self-study and stability.

This gave Wen Ju'an, who had lacked father's love since he was a child and criticized his mother a lot, a sense of dependence.

"You two can chat slowly at home, and I'll go to the alley to watch people playing chess!" Wang Zhong waved the cattail leaf fan in one hand and held the purple-red ceramic teapot in the other, humming some unheard tunes in his mouth.

Youzai went out and left.

Wen Ju'an glared at Wang Zhong's back several times resentfully before running to Sanli's side.

"Sanli, why don't you go to the medical clinic today?" It's only the afternoon now. If at this time normally, both Wang Zhong and Sanli would be in the medical clinic.

"Last night, my uncle relapsed and fainted. My second aunt and cousin wanted to take my uncle to the hospital, but after he woke up, my uncle refused to go. He had to ask my cousin to come over and invite my uncle there. It was a big hassle.

In the middle of the night, around five o'clock in the morning, my uncle came back from my second aunt's house and slept at home all morning, so the medical clinic simply closed down!"

"Ah? So, is your uncle okay?" Wen Ju'an also became nervous, as if Sanli's uncle had become her uncle.

"It's not a big problem, it's just that my uncle was scolded by his brother-in-law all night."

"Scolded all night?" Wen Ju'an was even more confused.

Sanli explained, "Actually, my uncle has been suffering from this disease for several years and has been receiving treatment from his uncle. According to my uncle's estimation, as long as my uncle follows his doctor's orders, he should be cured, not to mention cured. But my uncle's condition

He has always been restless, worrying about things at home and outside the home. He was exhausted mentally and physically, and became ill from overwork. My brother-in-law scolded him all the time."

"But after this incident, things should get better in the future!" As she spoke, a smile appeared on Sanli's face.

"How do you say that?" Wen Ju'an became more and more curious.

"My uncle has decided to get medical treatment in the next few days, and let his second cousin work in the factory to cover his shift in the future. If he doesn't go to the factory to work, he won't have the burden of work, so it should be easier."

When she said this, Wen Ju'an could feel that Sanli was happy, happy from the bottom of her heart, happy for her uncle, and happy for their family.

"By the way, didn't your cousin graduate from master's degree this year? With your cousin's education and ability, if he joins the workforce, your uncle will no longer have to worry about the family's income."

"I have graduated and even passed the civil service examination!" Sanli felt proud when talking about this.

"What about Brother Yicheng? Where is he going to work?"

"It should be the TV station!" Speaking of this, a hateful figure could not help but appear in Sanli's mind. That person also wanted to go to the TV station and had made an appointment with her elder brother.

"TV station? Are you a reporter?" Wen Ju'an's eyes suddenly lit up. "Brother Yicheng is really awesome."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Sanli said seriously, "This is my brother's ideal."

The fact that Yi Cheng is a reporter has long been no secret in the eyes of the Qiao family, and Wang Zhong will never force them to do this or do that. Wang Zhong has always supported their decisions and their ideals.

However, Wang Zhong had already said that he could provide for them to study and provide them with food and clothing when they were underage, but in the future when their brothers and sisters grew up, they would have to take responsibility for their own lives.

Like Yi Cheng, he started following Wang Zhong between Shencheng and Jinling early on, and worked as a dealer. In the past few years of going to college and graduate school, Yi Cheng has never been idle, and he has saved a lot of money in his bankbook.

Money, I heard from my uncle that he has even prepared the money for buying a house and wedding gifts in the future.

Now they are the top two. The top two are not as capable as 10%, nor as smart as 10%. After graduating from junior high school, they studied cooking with Wang Zhong and worked with Niu Ye in the video hall, but they still made money for several years.

With his salary, he has a small treasury. Last year, my uncle provided the money and lent it to the second strongman to open a restaurant.

As for myself, Simei and Qiqi, they are not yet adults. In the words of my uncle, it is not time to let go.

"By the way, aren't you busy there?" Sanli asked.

Wen Ju'an shook his head, "It has stabilized a long time ago. Just restock them at the beginning of every month!" Speaking of this, Wen Ju'an couldn't help but smile on his face, except for the first few months.

Other than that, the rest is basically just picking up money.

Now this income alone is enough to cover all Wen Juan's expenses at school, including tuition.

Especially being able to work with my biological father and spend more time together is the most important thing.

"How is uncle?" Sanli asked again.

"Very good. I'm in good health and in good spirits!" Speaking of this, Wen Ju'an felt inexplicably warm in his heart. Looking at the empty lounge chairs in the corridor, his face full of smiles had grown a few more without knowing it.

There is an inexplicable smell in it.

It's a pity that Sanli, who is still in love and has no experience in human affairs, didn't notice this at all.

At the beginning, Wang Zhong said that the help he gave Wen Ju'an was to open a branch of the video studio next to Jinling University, so that Wen Ju'an's biological father could work in the store and work with Wen Ju'an to open up channels in the school.

In the first few months, it was really tiring, but as the fame spread, there were many students from well-off families, as well as teachers from Jinling University.

Perhaps it was because Wen Qingxue's heart had opened up that she allowed her daughter to have contact with Wen's father, which made Wen's father's life flourish. There were more smiles on Wen's father's face, and he was very energetic when working.

I knew how to study, and in just a few months, I managed the branch in order.

During the Chinese New Year last year, the boss Wang Zhong gave him a large bonus, and Wen's father also moved from the place where he originally lived to next to Jinling University.

The store was busy, and sometimes Wen's father couldn't take care of eating, so Wen Ju'an packed meals from the canteen and brought them to the store to eat with Wen's father.

At first, she was a little reluctant and uncomfortable with Wen Ju'an and Wen's father coming into contact with Wen Qingxue, but when she saw the bright smile on Wen Ju'an's face that had not appeared for several years, she saw that since then, Wen Ju'an's love for Wen Qingxue

Although Wen Qingxue was still a little embarrassed about her obvious change of attitude, seeing the smile on her daughter's face and seeing her daughter working harder and harder in her studies, she let her go and did not stop her.

Originally, Wen Qingxue had the opportunity to be transferred to Yanjing last year, but for the sake of her daughter, Wen Qingxue gave up the opportunity for promotion and stayed in Jinling after careful consideration.

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In the evening, at the dinner table, the family ate the food brought back by the second strongman from the restaurant. There was only Simei, and they were a little unhappy.

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"Simei, what's wrong? Have you lost your appetite?" Ma Suqin asked with concern, thinking in her mind, it was not the day when Simei came to visit relatives.

"I'm in a bad mood and can't eat!" Simei fiddled with the rice grains in the bowl, not forgetting to glance at Qiqi next to her angrily.

Qiqi hurriedly explained, "Fourth sister, it's not that I don't want to accompany you, it's that I want to go to Teacher Chang's house to make up lessons!"

Twelve-year-old Qi Qi is only in fifth grade this year. It's not that he doesn't want to learn, but he just doesn't know how to learn. Just like the top two students back then, he only studied in first grade for two years.

"We're not going now, we'll go after the exams are over and we have summer vacation," Simei said.

Qiqi did not dare to argue with Simei, so she could only look at Wang Zhong and decisively chose to ask for help.

"Okay, isn't it Yanjing? When the time comes, your Aunt Suqin and I will take you with us!" After tossing this girl for most of the day, it's almost over.

After hearing this, Simei was immediately stunned on the spot, looking straight at Wang Zhong, still a little shocked: "Uncle, did I hear it correctly?"
To be continued...