After tossing and turning, Lin Mumu felt dizzy and wanted to sleep.
Yesterday, Lin Mumu was tossed around by Yun Ting and slept very late. Today, she didn't slack off for a nap, so she was really sleepy now. She could fall asleep as soon as she was given a pillow.
"Xiao An, see Mumu out." Professor Lin didn't hold back at all when ordering people around.
"No problem," An Mingxuan agreed with a smile.
"No need, I'll wait for Yunting, he'll come to pick me up." Lin Mumu quickly walked a few steps, wanting to break away from An Mingxuan's care.
Speaking of which, Lin Mumu originally had a good impression of An Mingxuan and felt that he was a good person. He was cultured and polite, and he was very loyal.
However, he seemed to be too interested in her, which made Lin Mumu feel somewhat disgusted.
For example, in this short opportunity to send her off, An Mingxuan once again mentioned Lin Mumu's ability:
"Actually, in the restaurant just now, you could make the spider plant bloom instantly. Am I right? "
"Are you crazy? That spider plant didn't even have a bud. It blooms in April, how could it suddenly bloom? "
"Your eyes tell me that you can."
"…"
Being stared at by such a person was really not a good feeling.
Lin Mumu sped up a few steps and deliberately pulled away from An Mingxuan.
Unfortunately, she hadn't gone far and hadn't even reached the school gate when Lin Mumu's phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number.
"Excuse me, is this Boss Lin?" The voice on the other side of the phone sounded a little nervous.
"I'm Lin Mumu."
"Come back and take a look. Something happened in your shop. There's a shrew making a ruckus in front of your shop."
"Alright, I understand."
Lin Mumu couldn't understand. Other people didn't encounter any problems even after opening their shop for a year, so how come when it was her turn, someone would come to make trouble every three or five days?
It wasn't easy to open a shop.
But Lin Mumu couldn't not go. Recently, Wang Xiulan had been guarding the flower shop at night. Accommodation in Beijing was expensive, and Wang Xiulan wanted to save some money, so she simply stayed in Lin Mumu's flower shop and helped her look after the shop.
In the middle of the night, if something really happened to Wang Xiulan, Lin Mumu wouldn't be able to explain it to Xiao Du.
Lin Mumu knew that this wasn't the time to be pretentious, so she pulled An Mingxuan and said:
"Let's go, accompany me to the flower shop."
"Are you not going to wait for Yunting?"
"I lied to you."
Yun Ting didn't say that he would pick her up. Just now, Lin Mumu sent a text to Yun Ting, but he didn't reply. He should still be busy.
Now that the flower shop was in trouble, it was more important to deal with the matter at hand.
…
When she arrived at the entrance of the flower shop, Lin Mumu was also shocked by the lively scene in front of her.
Her flower shop was really popular. It was already past nine o 'clock in the evening, but it was still surrounded by people.
The person who was surrounded wasn't anyone in their shop, but a middle-aged woman who was sitting on the ground and singing.
It would not be accurate to say that she was acting. It was the kind of people who used dialects, singing long and drawn-out voices, and scolded while telling stories.
"My daughter, she's killing me …"
Currently, the common language used in China was Yanjing City's Mandarin. Many dialects in the north were similar to Mandarin. Even if the intonation was different, the sentences were not hard to understand.
Lin Mumu leaned close to the crowd and listened carefully. She basically understood what was going on.
This woman was actually Wang Xiulan's mother.
She repeatedly sang and sang about how unfortunate she was. Her husband died early, she didn't have a son to support her, and her only daughter, Wang Xiulan, was unfilial.
She ran away from her marriage, disfigured her face, and refused to marry a rich businessman. She insisted on coming to Beijing City and eloping with a poor soldier. She even intended to abandon her mother, who had endured hardships to raise her daughter.
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