The Rebirth Wife Of The Seventies (MTL) ✓

CHAPTER 35

Ye Qingshui went to look at Xuexueshuang and Baique Ling.

She went to the skin care products counter, and there were only a few simple skin care products under the glass cover. The packaging is very simple, and the free space on the counter is still affixed with female celebrity posters. At this moment, Ye Qingshui has a real sense of age.

The shaggy-haired actress, her face is round and her eyes are smoky, her natural beauty is amazing. The crude picture quality still can't conceal the delicate beauty.

The rough quality of the film, the simple and childish packaging, and the short-selling goods are all the feelings of the 1970s. Ye Qingshui took out two dollars and successfully bought what Xie Tingyu wanted, and also paid two cents of fruit candy.

Throwing fructose into your mouth, the thick taste of saccharin, the flavor of the age is stronger.

It's rare for a salesperson to meet such a generous customer. She thought that this customer would have to hang on for a long time! Although these two skin care products are not expensive, the sales in the county town are not very good. It is very good to be able to sell one box a day. What's more, the dress of this customer is so out of place compared to other customers in the department store.

The salesperson raised her eyelids, and a handsome man not far away looked at the female customer silently, dressed more vigorously than the people in the city, and suddenly understood, she couldn't help frowning.

The salesperson seized the opportunity to say, "Little girl, don't just hurt the man. You don't accept it, but you do it like a dog."

Ye Qingshui laughed.

"It's not what you think."

She wanted to say that she was not a target, but she wanted to explain why she should explain to someone who was not relevant.

When Xie Tingyu heard these words, he couldn't help touching his nose, carrying a cloth and a set of clothes in his hands, feeling a little hot in his heart.

Ye Qingshui came over and took what he was carrying. "Will you go to Zhang Yuanchao or sit with me to see Teacher Zhou?"

Xie Tingyu hesitated, but still said, "Come with you."

He asked. Ye Qingshui, "Why did you want to watch it for so long just now?"

Xie Tingyu asked this sentence naturally, and in his eyes, it would be no problem to buy it. He thought of his sister's dazzling dressing cabinets, and then looked at the lonely mirror and comb in Ye Qingshui's room. They were also girls about the same age, too far apart.

Ye Qingshui was stunned. He didn't expect Xie Tingyu to ask.

She explained: "The posters of the actresses are very beautiful, and I am confused." Ye

Qingshui paused, and said with emotion: "People in the city can really dress up." Xie Tingyu struggled for a while, then said softly, "You It's also pretty."

You look better.

Xie Tingyu was quite reserved and thin-skinned, this level of words could have killed him. He hasn't said it yet, but his face is already hot, his heart is beating a little faster, and his palms are also hot and sweaty. This time, my back hurts, my legs hurt, my brain hurts, but my heart is happy.

Ye Qingshui was stunned, feeling that Xie Tingyu was still weirdly polite.

She said to him: "Thank you."

Xie Tingyu's white face was slightly red, he coughed, and said faintly: "You will come down soon, I want to go back to sleep."

Ye Qingshui came to Zhou's house, Zhou Ke happened to be back after selling the buns.