"Really? That's too cheap. My dad doesn't even have a big student who has returned from studying abroad to be his assistant."

Song Xin, who was observing Zhao Xinyi's reaction, saw that Zhao Xinyi had no other thoughts about being Jiang Xiaobai's assistant, and was just stunned.

In his expectation, Zhao Xinyi might be angry, pretended not to care, or ignored him.

But unexpectedly, Zhao Xinyi really had no sign of anything.

Song Xin looked at Zhao Xinyi, who was still smiling, and sighed in her heart.

She is indeed not as good as Zhao Xinyi. When she was in school, Zhao Xinyi took her with her every time she came into contact with Jiang Xiaobai.

"Xinyi, congratulations," Song Xin said with a smile.

"Sister-in-law." Li Xiaoliu looked at Zhao Xinyi and Song Xin coming out, stepped forward and met him two steps.

"Xiao Liu," Zhao Xinyi's face turned slightly red, obviously she was still a little uncomfortable with the title of sister-in-law.

Song Xin stayed in Longcheng for two days before going back with Li Xiaoliu.

Time passed day by day, as Jiang Xiaobai’s wedding approached.

More and more people know that Jiang Xiaobai is going to get married, although Jiang Xiaobai has not taken the initiative to promote it.

However, all the agents knew about the marriage, Jiang Xiaobai told Longcheng's agent Liu Fei alone.

This was the last time because of time, Liu Fei blocked Longcheng Railway Station. Jiang Xiaobai didn't want the agent to feel that he was pretending to be a sceptical, so he said something.

Of course, this matter was definitely not what Liu Fei said, and Liu Fei wished he could hide this news.

How could I tell others the news? The news was spread by other delivery personnel in the factory.

Which agent does the canned factory deliver the goods to go to? It is not a good food and drink.

So some news was inevitably leaked.

However, it will be leaked out, and Jiang Xiaobai doesn't care, nor is it a big deal.

In fact, according to Jiang Xiaobai's idea and according to the customs of later generations, if you want to get married, you must call your friends and notify everyone who can notify them, and then hold a wedding in a grand manner.

After all, there is no shortage of money, but people are very low-key in holding weddings at this time.

If you have to greet three or five colleagues from the unit for a meal and give two wedding candies, you will be considered getting married.

Some are more lively, just a few relatives have a meal.

So Jiang Xiaobai was also ready to keep a low profile, but unexpectedly, someone still knew about it.

However, it is limited to people who have a relationship with Jianhua Village. As for the original college classmate of Normal University, Jiang Xiaobai is not going to notify him.

Everyone is not together, so it is too difficult to come once.

Only by chance, you will find that you are married and your children are so old.

This is the norm at this time, with inconvenient transportation and inconvenient communication.

"Hey, Xiaobai, when will you come back? Only half a month is left," Zhao Xinyi said on the phone, humming and acting coquettishly with Jiang Xiaobai.

"I know, I know, isn't this the factory busy? The clothing factory wants to sponsor the clothing for the Olympic Games this August, so I can't leave. I'll go back and finish the wedding.

I'll take a walk with you. At that time, we will go to the south to see the red flowers and the fire, go to the northwest to see the lonely smoke in the desert, go to the grassland to ride horses, and let's go to the beautiful rivers and mountains of the motherland..."

As Jiang Xiaobai said, Zhao Xinyi was immediately fascinated. The two of them held hands and stayed by their beloved, walking across the country where the motherland was burning.

The picture, even if you think about it, feels romantic and can't breathe.

"Okay, I'll be waiting for you in Longcheng." Zhao Xinyi hung up the phone and it took her a long time to come back to her senses.

Zhao Xinyi calmed down, her face was still red, and she pushed the door out.

Han Lin sat on the sofa and saw her daughter coming out. She asked with a smile: "Xiaobai said when will she be back?"

Zhao Xinyi called Jiang Xiaobai just now and asked him to ask.

"Ah, no, I have to wait." Zhao Xinyi shook her head.

"Ah, then why are you happy?" Han Lin was stunned. Looking at the unconcealed joy on her daughter's face, she thought it was Jiang Xiaobai who was coming back.

"Ah, is there any? No?" Zhao Xinyi said, touching her face. Is her performance so obvious?

"It's so good. If you look in the mirror yourself, you'll be happy. I really don't understand what kind of ecstasy medicine Jiang Xiaobai has given you, and you'll be so happy if you don't come back."

Han Lin said speechlessly, "You little white man Jiang doesn't come back, how excited are you?"

"Mom, what are you talking about?" Zhao Xinyi leaned against Han Lin and shook Zhao Xinyi's hand and said relentlessly.

"What did he say? Are you so happy?" Han Lin asked curiously.

"I didn't say anything, it means that after getting married, we will go out for a walk when we have time."

Zhao Xinyi said.

"He can have time, probably to fool you." Han Lin is worthy of being a veteran, and you will know what lies are when you hear it.

"He said it himself." Zhao Xinyi said, he still believed Jiang Xiaobai.

Han Lin looked at her daughter like this and didn't want to say anything anymore. People in love have simple minds.

After hanging up the phone here, Jiang Xiaobai went to the clothing factory.

The Sports Bureau determined that the meeting on clothing, beverages, etc. was held in late May, and it has not been long since then, so there is a lot of preparations.

Not only the clothing you need to prepare, but also the problems encountered when preparing to open various stores.

Jiang Xiaobai had to make plans for many things himself, so he couldn't leave for the time being.

After working in the clothing factory for a day, Jiang Xiaobai looked at Song Xin and asked, "What's the job tomorrow morning? Can you push it and sleep in?"

Song Xin opened the book and looked at it and said, "It won't work tomorrow. The village processing factory opened in the morning. I sent you an invitation and you personally agreed."

After Song Xin said this, Jiang Xiaobai remembered that Zhang Baoguo's processing factory opened and personally invited him to participate.

I have indeed agreed, and it is not good not to go.

"Hey, this day, I'm so busy," Jiang Xiaobai sighed and said. He had realized that no one who succeeded casually succeeded.

I don’t know how much more labor I put in every day than others.

"However, the opening time is set at 10 o'clock, and you can get up at 9:30." Song Xin looked at Jiang Xiaobai like this, smiled and said.

She has truly experienced the hard work of Jiang Xiaobai as an assistant now.
Chapter completed!