Era Space: The darling of the rough man is sweet and flirtatious

Chapter 87 Then I will act bravely

Pan Wenhui raised one eyebrow and snorted contemptuously due to the poor quality of the fabric, the large patches on the elbows and the fringe of the cuffs.

"This is between me and Meixia, who are you?"

The strength of the swing just now still made his waist throbbing, and he didn't intend to have a physical confrontation with this kind of brute force farmer.

Song Yi's face was as heavy as water, and he didn't feel that he was a head lower than him because of poverty. The glory of the proletariat made his gaze firm and his waist straight.

"It doesn't matter who I am, but the day you sat in the dock, I was the witness."

The ability to make people vomit blood with a single sentence echoed in Pan Wenhui.

He took a deep breath, the flesh on his cheeks trembled a few times due to convulsions, he barely raised the corner of his mouth and looked at him slightly, "Then what do you want?"

For this kind of thing, even her uncle knows how to calm things down, why does this poor and reckless man want to stop him like a madman? !

Song Yi's bushy eyebrows frowned, like a sword drawn out of its sheath, and his rough and strong fingers pointed to the bed, "Apologize to her and write a letter of repentance."

The sobbing in the quilt paused for a moment, and then the sobbing became louder. It was the kind of crying that was wronged only after being bullied and protected. It made people feel sad.

The elegant smile on Pan Wenhui's face collapsed, and a hint of sarcasm curled up on the corner of his mouth, "Say, if this incident breaks out and I suffer, will she be fine? I really like her, and I can't help but have nothing to regret Woolen cloth?"

Apologies aside.

The letter of repentance is tantamount to asking him to write out his crimes and to hold them in the hands of others.

How stupid is he to do such a thing?

"Okay, then I'll do what's right for you." Song Yi retracted his fingers and hit his chin with an uppercut.

After a burst of harsh wood rubbing against the ground, there was a bang of heavy objects falling to the ground and the overturned rattan chair.

Pan Wenhui never thought that this rude man would really dare to make a move. Before he could react, he was thrown to the ground, and there was no time to grab anything useful!

He fell firmly to the ground, his jaw hurt and his head buzzed.

With this fall, I lost all face!

Song Erdou swallowed hard while hugging the hot water bottle. Compared with this, he felt that his uncle's beating him could be regarded as tickling. The man on the ground had his glasses flying off.
"You, you..." Pan Wenhui covered his chin with one hand, pointed at Song Yi with a shaking hand, and roared angrily: "Intentionally hurt and beat others, you wait and sit in the prison!"

Song Guifa, who stood aside and stared in a daze, immediately came back to his senses, and glanced back at the closed door.

"Hmm! He tui!" He spat on his hands and rubbed them, and smoothed the hair hanging by his ears on the top of his head. The old god took a sip from the teacup on the table and smacked his lips.

"Oh, that. Pan Wenhui, you should apologize seriously to girl Meixia, and then write a letter of repentance. Otherwise, my eldest nephew will act bravely when he sees criminals, and I will be hard to persuade, right?"

The door is closed, who can prove that this act of righteousness started as soon as he entered the door or is it now?
This kid deserves a beating!
He put down his glass and walked over to pick up the broken glasses and handed them to him.

"You have to realize your mistake, how can you not help your fiancée? If you can't help it, you have to be married, right? My nephew has a bad temper, so don't be stubborn with him, he is so fierce in fighting , even the production team’s cattle can’t bear it.”

Song Yi was too lazy to talk nonsense, he rolled up his sleeves and walked towards Pan Wenhui.

The strong and sturdy arms showed beautiful muscles, and the blue veins on them made Pan Wenhui's heart skip a beat.

"Civilized, civilized, you know!" He subconsciously pushed the mirror frame on the bridge of his nose, pulled Song Guifa in front of him, "You told him not to come, I promised him!"

Song Yi stared at him coldly, then waved his hand back, "Get the pen and ink pad."

"Oh." Song Erdou held the thermos bottle, opened the door and ran out.

Pan Wenhui closed his eyes deeply, and cursed a curse word in his heart.

Fuck you, just write it, and you have to press your fingerprints!
I have never been so humiliated in my life!

He clenched his fist, walked to the bedside, lowered his head, gritted his teeth and said, "Meixia, I'm sorry, I hurt you on impulse, I apologize to you!"

The only response to him was still crying.

It's just that the voice is much lower than before.

Song Erdou came over with paper, pen and inkpad, put them on the table and stepped aside, curling his lips secretly.

This man looks like a dog, and he speaks slickly. After all, is he against the wishes of women?
If they didn't come in, wouldn't Yang Meixia be ruined?
Pan Wenhui didn't dare to sit down, so he leaned on the table and wrote a letter of repentance.

"Avoid the important and take the light, not deep enough, rewrite!"

A sonorous and forceful sentence reminded Song Erdou of the situation when the commune members wrote and handed in the self-criticism, and shrank their necks.

As expected of uncle
Strict requirements as always...

Song Guifa next to him glanced at him, pointing to the words on the paper with one hand on his waist, frowning and staring at Pan Wenhui.

"What are you writing about, huh? You have to explain the cause and process clearly, be deeply aware of your mistakes, and deeply reflect on the impact you have caused!"

Fingers as rough as dry bark knocked on the table, and the cadres of the brigade were full of style.

Pan Wenhui ground his molars, grabbed the paper, crumpled it into a ball, and wrote a new copy with a sullen face.

If it weren't for the fact that these two countrymen really dared to report the crime, he would have quit writing!

But he knew that they also had concerns. A woman's reputation was more important than her life. She had come to ask him to withdraw from her marriage today. If she really wanted to report the crime, she would not be able to withdraw.

A hero doesn't suffer from immediate losses, he has a lot of opportunities to get back the humiliation he suffered today!
Retire?No way!

All the invitations have been sent out, and all the things for the wedding have been arranged. Now tell him that he wants to withdraw from the marriage?
How do relatives and friends explain?

Where to put his face!

Where to put the faces of the family members!

Although the newly written letter of repentance also cut out a lot of words, it at least explained the facts of the crime clearly. Song Yi held the paper and put it on the bedside, "Yang Meixia, take a look for yourself and see if there is anything you want to add."

"Tell him to go, I don't want to see him again." There was some weakness in the crying voice.

Since the rightful owner had no objection, they released Pan Wenhui. With such a letter of repentance, they could trip him up at any time.

Song Yi saw that there was nothing wrong with him here, so he packed up his things and said, "Cousin, please enlighten her, Erdou and I are going back."

Yang Meixia pulled down the quilt, revealing a sweaty face, eyes swollen like peaches from crying, eyes full of fear, her voice trembling slightly.

"Uncle Song, can you let him stay here? Just for a while. Can you?"

"Song Yi, don't go, I... I'm a little scared, can you stay a little longer, just sit there, please."

The helpless begging makes people hard to refuse, especially for a woman who has experienced the plight of not being able to respond every day and not being able to work.

"Just stay a little longer, we'll leave when she calms down, it's so pitiful." Song Guifa sighed and patted Song Yi on the shoulder.

Song Yi frowned and thought for a while, "Okay. Erdou, bring my things here, I'll write here."

(End of this chapter)