Chapter 200： Feelings

The shop that Fu Yi helped Zheng Junqi talked about was on the opposite side of Wuwei Buzhuang. The other party heard that he wanted it, so he gave a favorable price.

However, because the location is too good, even if the price is not low, Zheng Junqi knows the number and feels distressed for a while, almost equivalent to the income of the Zhengjia workshop for half a year. Fortunately, the income of cotton is really high, not two. The month should be able to get the cost back.

Zheng Junqi attaches great importance to Bu Zhuang, so he will come and work in person every day.

Fu Yi stood at the door of his own cloth and looked out to see Zheng Junqi's busy pink figure in the shop. He couldn't help but smile. He told the shopkeeper and walked away.

The treasurer should look at his back and look down. He always feels that Mr. Fu is getting close to him. When he looks back, he sees the actor’s expression of a thief’s smile. He can’t help but smile.

"Look at what, not fast!"

The buddy was not scared off, but instead came over. "The treasurer, you said that Mr. Fu has been running so frequently in the past few months to see the big lady of Zheng family. Is it true that Miss Zheng Jiada?"

"The matter of the master is what we can talk about, to do your business." The shopkeeper was stern, but his face was smiling.

The man is just like the owner. He said: "I think the two look very good, but the age seems to be too different. Otherwise, it is definitely a good marriage. I don't know what Miss Zheng Jia thinks. She is actually quite young, just don't know that she can't see Mr. Fu."

The treasurer was said to be crying and laughing, and he guessed that he was really told by him seven or eight.

I am afraid that the age is the biggest problem between Mr. Fu and Zheng. As for the two feelings, this question is really not a problem.

He is also a person who came over. He can see that both of them have a good impression on each other. They just don’t know why, neither side seems to have taken the initiative to cross the hurdle. This problem can not help others, only they can defeat themselves.

Diagonally opposite--

The sale of cotton cloth is even better than Zheng Junqi imagined. Just put a bunch of cloth today and sold it in the morning.

While Zheng Junqi was delighted, he felt that he couldn’t sell another morning for another afternoon, and a fabric was a bit monotonous. So he decided to go into a batch of silks. The quantity would not be too much. The silk was more expensive. She worried that the dumbs were clumsy and they came in person. Have a look.

"Mr. Fu!"

The gang who was being transferred by Zheng Junqi to see the group turned into a figure, because he had been there several times, the man recognized him and immediately called his name.

Zheng Junqi turned around and it was Fu Yi. He immediately squatted down and walked over to him. He surprised: "Fu Brother, how come you?"

"I heard that your cloth has entered a batch of silk for a few days, so come and see." Fu Yi said with a smile.

"Right, you are an expert in this area, come over and help me see how to put it, and what to pay attention to when buying and selling silk." Zheng Junqi is like an oasis in the desert, and hurriedly pulled him in.

The shop was filled with all kinds of silk items. Because it was the first time to run silk, some did not get used to it. Zheng Junqi still wanted to ask him to come and see it. He hadn’t spoken yet, and he came over himself.

Fu Yi looked around for four weeks. He had already seen this shop before he bought it. Even if the rain is a lot of spring, it will not be too humid. Just pay a little attention.

"The problem is not big, just be careful not to get water."

Zheng Junqi nodded and wrote down one by one. When he suddenly thought of a question, he asked: "I heard that I have to prevent insects. Is there any way to do this?"

"This is easy. Wait a minute, let me send some spiritual herbs."

"Ling Herb?"

"Ling Herbs will emit a special medicinal aroma that can prevent insects. Many books in the bookstore save the books by using the herbs. It can be applied to silk. Many pharmacies can be bought. It is not very expensive. A batch."

Hearing this, Zheng Junqi suddenly was a little embarrassed, "Fu brother, this..."

“Hmm?” Fu Yi turned to look at her.

Zheng Junqi thought about it and still didn't say it. "Thank you, Fu Da Ge."

Fu Yi flashed a smile in his eyes.

Fu Yi then let Zheng Jiabu Zhuang's buddy go to Wu Bu Zhuang to find the treasures of the vanilla. After a while, the work took a half-pocket spirit vanilla, and according to Fu Yi, the spirit vanilla was placed in every corner. The faint scent of the medicine will not smell like a nose.

When the sun went down, Zheng Junqi felt that it was better to hit the sun on the day of the election, so he fulfilled his promise to stay at the Anjia Restaurant on that day and asked Fu Yi to go to dinner. Fu Yi had no reason to refuse, so he let a buddy go to Fuwangfu to inform them that they had no dinner. Go back and eat.

The two still went to the Anjia Restaurant, but this time not as lucky as last time, Zheng Junqi only booked a herringbone room.

This time, Zheng Junqi arrogantly called a table of signature dishes, although expensive, but the mind is more important, she does not want to leave her own stingy image in Fu Yixin, not to mention the opening of Zhengjiabuzhuang, she is now more The more you come to the bottom.

Zheng Junqi gave Fu Yi and himself a glass of wine, and said his cup: "Fu brother, I will respect you for this glass of wine."

"What kind of wine does the girl drink?" Fu Yi shook his head in disapproval.

Zheng Junqi said with disappointment: "Who said that the girl can't drink alcohol, and this is not my first time drinking, rest assured, my drink is not bad, will not give Fu big brother trouble."

Fu Yi laughed. "You know that I don't mean this."

Zheng Junqi certainly knows that she deliberately said this, "You will smash my wish, drink a cup with me." Then he put the wine glass in his hand.

Fu Yi is not her, "only drink a cup."

Zheng Junqi smiled and did not respond, a cup of belly, his face was red.

Fu Yi looked at her cheeky cheeks, frowning her eyebrows inadvertently, and her face was red.

Zheng Junqi noticed his gaze and licked his hot cheeks and explained: "Don't look at me like this, it's just a matter of physical condition."

"No matter whether it is an institutional problem, don't drink any more." Fu Yi held her hand holding the jug.

Zheng Junqi’s attention focused on the hands of the two people, which is the first time they realized the touch between the skin, Fu Yi’s hand...the warmth that she expected, the thought just flashed Zheng Junqi retracted his hand like an electric shock.

"...then listen to Fu's brother, don't drink."

After that, neither of them opened their mouths. Zheng Junqi hid his mind and didn't know what to say. Fu Yi seemed to have something to worry about. He was always absent-minded, and nearly ate for a meal.

The two men came out of the Anjia Restaurant, and the days outside were already dark. Only the lanterns on both sides of the street illuminate the dim light.

"I will send you back." Fu Yi said to Zheng Junqi.

Zheng Junqi refused to subconsciously, but saw that his eyes were very firm, and swallowed the words of rejection and turned into a dry ‘good’ word.

The two walked down the street.

Zheng Junqi looked up and looked at the sky. "This year's moon is so round."

Fu Yi heard her words, "Today is fifteen."

"Ok……"

Silk incomprehensible man.

I originally wanted to talk to him about some topics. After this conversation, Zheng Junqi couldn’t help but rest his mind, and the two went to the Zhengjia Gate.

"go in."

Zheng Junqi carried his hand and turned to look at him. "Then I went in, see you tomorrow."

Fu Yi nodded and watched her walk in before leaving.

Zheng Junqi looked back at the back of his departure, slowly closing the door, and a hint of sorrow as he walked away slowly.

Not long after returning to the room, Zheng Junqi, who heard the knock on the door, ran out to open the door. The person standing outside the house was Zheng mother, and could not help but wonder.

"Mom, it’s too late, what's the matter with you?"

Zheng mother walked into the house and thought about it for a while before she cautiously said: "The person who just sent you back is Fu Yi of Fu Wangfu?"

"How do you know?" Zheng Junqi stunned.

"Guess." It was so dark outside, Zheng mother did not have such good vision, because her daughter now has business dealings with Fu Yi, and she started to do business a few days ago. Before dinner, someone came over and told her daughter to go out to eat with friends. So she guessed that it must be Fu Yi, and only him, she was relieved that her daughter went out with him.

Zheng Junqi was bored and said, "What else do you have?"

She knows Zheng mother very well. If it is not so late to bother her, there must be other things to say.

Zheng mother hesitated and said: "Jun Qi, can you be with the Fu Guanjia?"

Zheng Junqi was almost picked up by his own saliva, and he said with a red face: "Mom, what are you talking about?"

"Mother is not worried about you, you said that you are all twenty-seven old girls, and then do not find someone to marry, who has dared to marry you after 30? Even if it is true, it is not a good man, mother is not looking at that Fu Guanjia is very good to you, you really have to look right, then hurry to marry." Zheng mother said with anxiety, she was afraid that Fu Yi had no idea about her own prostitute.

Zheng Junqi's face changed. "Mother, don't say it, I am with him...just a friend."

Zheng mother, "Is it really a friend?"

Zheng Junqi thought of Fu Yi’s attitude today and nodded.

Zheng mother sighed.

"Jun Qi, in fact, one thing has never told you that she had thought that you and Fu Guanjia should be able to make it, so I didn't intend to tell you, but I thought about it in two days."

"what's up?"

Zheng mother sighed: "Three days ago, Zhang Jingpo came to the door to talk about the media, saying that the big man who wished the family wanted to marry you. At that time, you were not there. Later, when I saw you, I seemed to get along well with Fu Guanjia. I thought I could do it. You said."

"Mother, don't have to refuse."

Upon hearing this sentence, Zheng mother looked up at her daughter with a sly look, but found that her expression was not moving, her eyes were very firm, as if she had made up her mind.

"Jun Qi, are you really not ready to think about it again?"

Zheng Junqi shook his head. "I don't have to think about it. I have already decided, but don't agree directly. I want to take a look at the character of the big man, and then make a decision."

"Well... that mother will let people reply to Zhang Yepo tomorrow." Zheng mother listened to her tone and had to agree, but it was a pity that she could not marry Fu Wangfu. She thought her daughter liked the Fu Guanjia.

The next day, Zheng mother explained it.