The Rebirth Wife Of The Seventies (MTL) ✓

CHAPTER 63

Ye Qingshui did not easily ignore what Xie Tingyu said, because he was not the kind of person who said these things casually.

    But why he still embarked on that path after he didn't like to be in politics after a few years, Ye Qingshui was puzzled and had to let it go.

    She arranged the sewing machine and motioned to Xie Tingyu with her eyes: "Take this back to Dongmei."

    Xie Tingyu said seriously, "It's not necessary, you use it."

    Although the conditions of Xie's family are good, Xie Jun treats the children. It is the hard and simple way of education, he rarely gives pocket money to the two children. Xie Tingyu inherited his mother's fortune, and has plenty of money on hand.

    If you are serious about it, Xie Tingyu borrowed money to buy this sewing machine from his sister.

    Ye Qingshui mocked and said: "I don't dare to use it. The rest of this suit can be sewn by hand. You can return it soon, so as not to make people unhappy."

    Ye Qingshui has already sewn the important part with a sewing machine, and the rest is The finishing touch is just fine. It is not too difficult to use purely hand-made stitching for Zhongshan suit. It just takes time and patience.

    Xie Tingyu put his hands on the little girl's shoulders, pressed her down and sat down in front of the sewing machine. He said warmly,

    "Don't punish yourself with other people's mistakes. This is because she did not do it right. If you use your hands to sew this dress, wouldn't it be very tired? I can't bear to..."

    "How about I call Dongmei up again to make you vent your anger?"

    Ye Qingshui laughed. She said, "This will offend all your family members."

    Before Ye Qingshui came. She was ready, she had learned what Xie family was like in her previous life. This time I should come to the capital to find a bicycle ticket.

    Don't worry about other things. After the college entrance examination, she will return to the bridge with Xie Tingyu. She has not put herself in the position of Xie's wife, and naturally she will not be angry about it.

    The value of a person depends on where he stands and what he does. The few words of others are really irrelevant.

    When Xie Tingyu saw the little girl's eyes, there was really no anger, and for a while, he didn't know if he should be worried or relieved.

    ...

    Ye Qingshui was finally persuaded by Xie Tingyu to use the sewing machine. Anyway, this suit was made for him.

    Ye Qingshui made a pair of trousers efficiently. She ironed the trouser legs straight with an iron, which was wide and neat. After doing these things, she stretched.

    Xie Tingyu was already asleep. In the winter afternoon, the fire in the house was very warm, in sharp contrast with the cold wind roaring outside.

    Ye Qingshui flipped out the wallet from his luggage, it was hard and strong, with five hundred yuan lying quietly in it.

    She put on a cotton-padded coat, wrapped a scarf and a hat, and went out in the piercing cold wind.

    Xie Dongmei was crying silently in the house, Xu Maofang poked her forehead, hating iron and steel, and said:

    "Your brother said what's wrong with you, you can't write two words of thanks, you are still the daughter of the Xie family. "