My Best Wife

Chapter 352 I'm Getting Married (13)

Fang Zhiqiang was angry for a while, then became sleepy, lying in the car seat, wrapped in a coat, and fell asleep.

He didn't know how long he had slept, he only woke up when he heard someone driving the door. When he got up, he saw Huang Wanting opened the door and sat in.

"Why didn't you leave? Sleeping here?" Huang Wanting sighed, rubbing her hands and asked Fang Zhiqiang.

"Anyway, I’m alone, I’m going to sleep when I go back. It’s better to just sleep in the car and wait for you. The temperature is so low at night that it’s inconvenient for you to wait in the car and it’s cold to walk. I’ll wait for you to go back together. Are you finished singing?" Fang Zhiqiang asked as he moved his seat.

"It's getting late. It's two o'clock in the morning. I stayed in it for three hours." Huang Wanting said.

"Ah, it's two o'clock, I feel it's only a while. Did you sing for three hours?"

"How can I sing for so long? I sang three songs at the beginning, and then I was ready to go. The boss told me that someone asked me to add a show and asked me to order songs, but I didn’t leave. I sang the song several times and added a few more." Huang Wanting said lightly.

Fang Zhiqiang smiled and asked while driving, "Then the income should be good."

"It's okay, I took eight hundred yuan tonight. It's still a little far from five thousand."

"Well, it's not a problem, you will have five thousand singing in two days."

"I won't come again when I sing for five thousand yuan. I really hate this kind of place and it's disgusting." Huang Wanting said this with deep disgust in her tone.

When I woke up, I was hungry. Fang Zhiqiang remembered that he hadn’t eaten dinner and Huang Wanting hadn’t. It’s unlikely that there would be a barbecue supper this season, especially at this point. The two of them finally found a family. KFC, which is open for four hours, had a KFC meal.

Fang Zhiqiang sent Huang Wanting home at three in the morning. After Huang Wanting got off the car, Fang Zhiqiang said, "Thank you."

"Then you help me sell vegetables every day, should I also say thank you every day? Okay, go to bed early, and I will go back to sleep for an hour." Fang Zhiqiang smiled, and then drove back to his home. , As he said, he really went home and slept for an hour, then got up again, went to the food, and restarted his work day.

The days continued. Fang Zhiqiang was desperately selling vegetables every day, and his daily income was the driving force behind his struggle. Huang Wanting accompanies him to sell vegetables every day, and no longer leaves at noon, every day at 7 o'clock in the morning, has been helping Fang Zhiqiang to sell to the stall, and then closing the stall with Fang Zhiqiang, everyone thinks Huang Wanting is Fang Zhiqiang Wife, because everyone in the vegetable market is a couple who run a stall. Every time a familiar customer asked Fang Zhiqiang if Huang Wanting was his wife, Fang Zhiqiang had to explain to others every time at the beginning, but later he was too lazy to explain, because no one believed the explanation, and Huang Wanting listened every time. When someone said this about her relationship with Fang Zhiqiang, she just smiled and never explained anything. Fang Zhiqiang thought to herself, since Huang Wanting had no objection, he was even more lazy to explain it. Others can understand what they like.

Every day the two of them went to the central square to sing after collecting the stalls. After singing, they would first find a place for dinner. After dinner, Fang Zhiqiang sent Huang Wanting to the bar to sing again. Huang Wanting went in to sing and he was in the car. Sleeping until Huang Wanting finished singing, the two people got in the car and went home to sleep. The next day, they repeated. Although it was hard work, both of them felt quite fulfilling. At the beginning, Fang Zhiqiang would say thank you to Huang Wanting after selling the dishes. Huang Wanting would also say thank you to Fang Zhiqiang every day when Fang Zhiqiang sent her home to sing songs, but the two of them never said again. After that, the two of them were used to it, and both took it for granted.

Just a few days before the New Year, Fang Zhiqiang drove Huang Wanting to the Central Plaza again after closing the stall.

"Today is the last day here, and I won't go to the bar tonight, because I have made five thousand yuan, and I still make some money. This month's pocket money is enough." Huang Wanting sat in the car and said to Zhiqiang.

Fang Zhiqiang was a little stunned. Huang Wanting didn't miss the opportunity to make money like this. She said that she only made five thousand. Then, thinking about Huang Wanting's character, it doesn't feel strange. In fact, when he thinks about Huang Wanting, he should also think about himself, because at this point, he and Huang Wanting are almost the same kind of person. All have their own deep persistence, a persistence that outsiders cannot understand.

The two of them sang there, unlike the others who sang there. The two of them were almost playing music. They were almost not concerned about the external environment, and both were silent in their own musical world.

After Fang Zhiqiang finished singing, Huang Wanting would give Fang Zhiqiang a smile. After Huang Wanting finished singing, Fang Zhiqiang would also give Huang Wanting a smile, a smile that only the two of them could understand.

However, from beginning to end, Fang Zhiqiang found that there was a middle-aged man in a coat and glasses standing there. He did not speak or applaud, and he did not pay for it. He just put his hands in his coat pockets and listened quietly. Huang Wanting was singing, Fang Zhiqiang seemed to be a little impressed, the man seemed to be there last night.

The man stood there and listened from the very beginning, until Fang Zhiqiang and Huang Wanting were ready to close the stall.

This made Fang Zhiqiang very surprised. According to this man, he seemed to like to listen to Huang Wanting singing, but he was so stubborn that he still stayed here.

Just as the two were packing their things, the middle-aged man suddenly walked up to Huang Wanting and asked, "Are you two married?"

For this abrupt sentence of the middle-aged man, both Fang Zhiqiang and Huang Wanting were very surprised and inexplicable.

Fang Zhiqiang stood up directly, stood in front of the man, and asked coldly: "What do you want to do?"

The man was stunned, then smiled, handed a business card from his body to Fang Zhiqiang, and said, "This is my business card. I think she has some technical flaws in singing, but it's very timbre. Not bad, and also very talented in creation, although these songs feel very young and immature, I like her very much. If you two are not married yet, and if you are interested, let her come to the company to find me tomorrow Well, maybe this is an opportunity for you, but it’s not necessarily. I asked if you two got married. It’s just that the company has company regulations. It’s best for the artists to be single because you all understand the market economy, fan economy. need."

The middle-aged man said, handing out a business card to Fang Zhiqiang who was between him and Huang Wanting, then turned and left.