Chapter 1229

Name:Dear,You Lose Author:Ning Meng Wan
Walking in the street, Yin Qiqi saw a lot of people around in front of her. Out of the girl's gossip heart, Yin Qiqi came over and found a woman was selling herself to bury her father. Looking at her, Yin Qiqi was very unhappy, and suddenly thought of her parents, so he came up to the girl and said, "girl, I'll give you the money to bury your father. How about you follow me?"

"Thank you, miss. I'll be yours from now on." The woman was very grateful to Yin Qiqi and cried for his kindness.

"Well, when you find a piece of good feng shui, bury your father, and then come back to me!" Yin Qiqi helped the girl up, gave her money and left.

A few days later, Yin Qiqi was standing in the accounting room, and the waiter came to the accounting room to report, "Miss Yin, someone outside reported your name and said that he came to see you."

When Yin Qiqi heard this, he could not help frowning, put down his account book, and went out with Xiao Er, thinking who would come to her.

Seeing the girl outside, Yin Qiqi remembered what happened a few days ago. She was so busy these days that she had forgotten about it.

"Miss, Ling Yu is here." Ling Yu's cheeks turned white, but she politely saluted Yin Qiqi.

"Oh, don't call me miss. Just call me miss Yin as they do. I'm not used to calling me miss, and don't give me gifts. I hate these manners." Yin Qiqi looked at Lingyu with a smile. In fact, she only did what she could to see the poor girl that day.

"OK, Miss Yin!" Yin Qiling was very satisfied with the change.

"Lingyu, come in with me. I'll tell you something."

In the accounting room, Yin Qiqi drank tea and asked, "Lingyu, do you want to learn some skills?"

"If you go back to the girl, Lingyu Ling Yu wants to learn Although she was surprised at the questions asked by Yin Qi, Lingyu answered them according to the facts.

"Well, these days, you learn to do business with me. When you do well, I'll leave some things in this restaurant to you."

"Girl, this..." Hearing this, Lingyu looked at Yin Qiqi with tears in her eyes. She couldn't believe it.

In recent days, Yin Qiqi has been teaching Lingyu how to do business. This Lingyu seems to be submissive, but she is also competitive. Her mind turns very fast. Many things can be done by Yin Qiqi at one point, and she can come up with some new ideas from time to time, which makes Yin Qiqi very surprised and exclaim that her luck is too good, even unconsciously I picked up a treasure.

After a few days of teaching, Yin Qiqi decided to give some things of the restaurant to Lingyu for the time being.

After Yin Qiqi handed over these things to Lingyu, the restaurant gradually stabilized, everything was in order, and Yin Qiqi's time was free. She was relieved to see that song Wenqing was not different recently.

After thinking about it for a long time, Song Qing decided to go back to the same village to see her.

Big and small bags of Yin Qiqi arrived home with things, but found that Yin Qiqi had come back.

"Yan'er, have you finished school so early today? Come and have a look. What good things did my sister bring you? " Yin Qiqi could not empty his hands, so he kicked open the door of Yan Yangyan's room.

When Yin sat on the table and cried, she found that he was not right.

"Yan'er, what's the matter with you? Why are you crying? " Yan Qiqi asked eagerly. He didn't understand why he hadn't seen him for several days. He could cry so sad.

Yan Yangyan looked up and saw that Yan Qiqi was back. He quickly dried his tears, pretended that nothing had happened, and said with a smile, "sister, you are back!"

Then he jumped out of bed and hugged Yin Qiqi.

Yin Qiqi felt Yan Yangyan's exposed emotion, so she had to let Yan Yangyan hold it. She just saw her brother wiping tears, and knew that she couldn't ask anything at this time, so she picked up the things on the table and laughed at Yan Yangyan, "Oh, Yan'er, what a big man these are. Come and see what my sister bought for you."

Yin Yangyan just left Yin Qiqi's arms, took the things in Yin Qiqi's hand, and said with a smile, "don't look, I can guess!"

"Oh? And guess what they have? "

"There are sweet scented osmanthus cake, mung bean cake, Lily cake, and a new dress called Huaji." Yin Yangyan gave Yin Qiqi a white eye and a triumphant expression.

"Ah, my Yan'er is so smart. How can I know my sister so well?" Yin Qiqi was very happy, looking at his brother's lovely appearance, he liked it more and more.

"It's not that I know you. It's my sister. You buy the same things every time. I've already remembered them."

"Ha ha ha ha..." When Yin Qiqi heard that, he felt a little embarrassed and could only smile to ease his embarrassment.

"Ha ha, come on, our family Yan'er is so smart. Today, my sister will give you a reward for cooking, OK?" Yin Qiqi changed the topic, thinking that he would knock the side drum later to ask the reason."Good!" Yan Yangyan happily agreed that he was now studying in the town and had been living with Yin Qiqi, so he naturally depended on her more and more.

During the meal, Yin Qiqi pretended to be nothing happened and asked about Yan Yangyan's recent situation in the school. Sure enough, she asked about Yan Yangyan and shed tears again.

Yan Qiqi looked at Yan Yangyan and said that he was not distressed or fake. Although he came through, Yan Yangyan was the younger brother of his original master. Moreover, in these days, Yin Qiqi had found that Yan Yangyan was a child with unusual real temperament.

At least, he is very sincere to himself, like is like, don't like is don't like, also is really his sister when Pro sister.

Because of this, Yin Qiqi not only had a kind of responsibility to bear as his sister, but also had more love in it.

Looking at the grievance of Yan Yangyan wiping his tears, how could it be that there was nothing?

"Yan'er, tell your sister honestly, are you really OK?" Yin Qiqi asked suspiciously, obviously did not believe that he had nothing to hide from her.

"It's OK, sister, I'm ok..." Yan Yangyan said, wiping his tears, and squeezing out a smile that was uglier than crying.