The tycoon's wicked wife from the era of literature has been reborn.

Chapter 77 is making a racket! (Seeking monthly votes)
While Gao Qinghe was sizing up others, others were also sizing her up.

The woman sleeping on the opposite bunk woke up rubbing her eyes, disturbed by the noise of the child.

She sat up while fixing her hair, and just then, the child opposite her was looking at her. She immediately made a face at the child.

The child shuddered and shrank back into the blankets in fright.

Unable to resist his curiosity, he peeked at her with his eyes.

The woman chuckled, her gaze shifting downwards to Gao Qinghe, who had already taken off her shoes and was half-lying on the bunk.

"Are you going there to work too?"

He's a straightforward person, around thirty years old, and not shy at all.

Gao Qinghe glanced at her, her tone indifferent: "No."

Not wanting to say much, I picked up the newspaper I had bought in advance and held it in front of my face to read.

The mother, who had originally planned to ask if she could sit in her bed, awkwardly licked her lips.

She hesitated for only a moment before turning her gaze to the bespectacled man in the lower bunk opposite her.

The person opposite seemed indifferent and didn't pay much attention to the people who had just boarded the bus.

But as soon as the child's mother spoke, he nodded and agreed.

He is a person with a cold exterior but a warm heart.

Gao Qinghe is different; she is cold on the outside and cold on the inside.

The woman in the bunk across from her invited her to go to the toilet together, but she didn't say anything.

After being refused to communicate twice, the woman rolled her eyes in exasperation and never spoke to Gao Qinghe again, only chatting with the child's mother.

The other three passengers in the same carriage chatted back and forth and soon became acquainted.

Gao Qinghe was all alone, and seemed out of place.

But she saved herself a lot of unnecessary trouble; she slept well and ate well, and ate well and slept well.

There were no valuables in my luggage, only a bag full of buttons and two sets of clothes to change into, so I wasn't worried about going to the toilet alone.

However, it's mainly because the system is keeping an eye on things; otherwise, Gao Qinghe wouldn't dare to adopt this cold and aloof persona.

The journey was long, and the train kept stopping and starting, making the carriages increasingly lively.

Gao Qinghe sat on a small stool by the window and watched a verbal battle, two fights, and three chases after a missed payment.

The little boy on the upper bunk stood next to her, laughing heartily.

Hearing the laughter, Gao Qinghe looked down in surprise and realized that there was a child next to her at some point.

She waved her hand, "Go find your parents."

The child couldn't understand Mandarin, blinked his big, confused eyes, and sniffed the snot that was about to fall into his mouth.

Gao Qinghe: "."

I don't care.

The little boy stared longingly at the spicy crispy pork in Gao Qinghe's hand, licking his lips every now and then.

I don't even know how much snot I licked into my nose.

Gao Qinghe looked around, but couldn't see his parents coming to look for their child.
Suddenly, seeing something, the little boy took two steps and tried to run.

Gao Qinghe coldly shouted: "Stop!"

Although the child couldn't understand the content, he could understand the tone of voice.

He's exactly the same as when his mother scolds him!
The little guy trembled, stopped in place, hesitated, looked behind him, and then glanced at Gao Qinghe.

"return."

Gao Qinghe took out a crispy pork strip and waved her hand. The little boy pounced on her in a flash.

Gao Qinghe smiled slightly and raised her hand, but he couldn't reach it no matter how high he jumped.

The child was almost crying from hunger, looking at Gao Qinghe with a mournful expression.

But this beautiful older sister had no sympathy at all.

Just as the child was about to burst into tears, the couple finally came looking for him in a panic.

The couple were both surprised to see Gao Qinghe.

Looking at my own drooling, dirty child, I felt ashamed.

"thank you."

The man nodded to Gao Qinghe, stopping his wife who was about to hit the child in anger, "Alright, alright, it's good that you found him, don't scare the child anymore." The woman got angrier and angrier, but still grabbed the running little one and gave him two hard spanks.

"Serves you right for running around and disobeying me! You scared me to death, I thought you'd been kidnapped by human traffickers!"

This time, the little guy really couldn't hold back and burst into tears.

Gao Qinghe suppressed a laugh and got up to leave.

The little boy looked at her with teary eyes. He could smell the crispy fried pork in her hand but couldn't eat it, and he cried his heart out.

The woman was startled, thinking she had hit her too hard.

Who knew that the little boy would point his chubby little finger ahead and shout in his dialect, "Gaga, gaga (chubby)!"

When the family of three returned, the little boy, with snot and tears streaming down his face, was holding a fragrant roast chicken in his arms, looking completely satisfied.

The young couple opened the roast chicken they bought at the platform and shared it with everyone in the same carriage.

Urged by his mother, the little boy reluctantly handed Gao Qinghe a large chicken leg.

"Here you go!" he said angrily.

The small hand holding the chicken leg made the chicken leg look much bigger.

Gao Qinghe peeked half her face out from behind the newspaper. "You eat it yourself. I've already eaten."

The little one was quite blunt, glancing back at his mother as if to say: She doesn't want it.

So he opened his mouth wide and took a big bite of the chicken leg, stomping his feet because it smelled so good.

His mother raised her hand slightly, wanting to slap him twice more.

The woman on the opposite bunk got a deck of cards from somewhere and invited everyone to play.

The bespectacled man shook his head and refused, while the young couple joined in somewhat hesitantly.

The three of them occupied the bespectacled man's bed and fought for four or five hours at a small table by the window.

Around 9 p.m., Gao Qinghe shouted, "You're all making a racket!"

The three of them then calmed down.

The bespectacled man breathed a sigh of relief and quickly led the little boy in through the aisle.

The door closed, leaving only a dim overhead light in the carriage.

The train crew came in to check tickets in the middle of the night, waking everyone up once. After that, the train seemed to stop for a long time, but all Gao Qinghe could hear was the clanging sound.

I didn't sleep well that night, but the passengers were excited as the train was about to reach its destination and they prepared to get off.

At 2:35 PM, the train pulled into the station; we had arrived in Yue City.

Gao Qinghe picked up her luggage bag and followed the crowded flow of people off the bus.

The woman in her thirties from the same carriage pressed herself against me. She had long, wavy hair and smelled strongly of perfume.

Gao Qinghe frowned slightly, but there were too many people to avoid, so she could only follow the flow of people and slowly move out of the station.

The woman leaned close to her ear and asked, "Little sister, where are you going? I know this place very well. My boyfriend is picking me up at the station. If it's on his way, he can give you a ride."

The motorcycle taxi driver was soliciting customers nearby, but the woman refused in broken Cantonese and tried to push Gao Qinghe to a less crowded area.

Gao Qinghe turned around abruptly, swung her duffel bag aside, and said in a local dialect that was much more fluent than hers, "No need, thank you!"

The woman paused, watching the person walk away, then curled her lip indifferently and muttered to herself:

"A local, no wonder he's so pretentious."

It's such a waste that she doesn't work as a hostess with such a pretty face.

Little did she know that Gao Qinghe had just learned her dialect from the system.

"Little system, you can speak dialects too?"

After exiting the station and getting into a taxi, Gao Qinghe tentatively asked in her mind.

The system arrogantly declared: "Dialects are nothing! I know all the languages ​​in the world; otherwise, how could I lead the host to complete the mission!"

Gao Qinghe was ambitious. "Then this trade fair is all up to you."

The bad woman finally acknowledged its value!

The system was both excited and smug: 【No problem at all~】

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