80 widows in the control group, eating melons and raising cubs are poor and happy

"Shrew, you are such a shrew, how could there be such a shrew..." Song Weidong gritted his teeth in anger and complained to the other end of the phone, "She actually dared to hit me in the face. When have I ever been wronged like this?"

Not sure what the other person said, Song Weidong's anger subsided a little.

"Continue? There is no need. I will never continue talking to this woman. Talking to her is a shame!"

"Why didn't I mention anything serious? Lu Fei... Well, I met Lu Fei. He just looks a bit like Song Jiaying, but not Song Jiaying at all. They are both different in height and appearance."

"It's impossible to admit my mistake. Song Jiaying and I have known each other for so many years. Dad, what are you thinking? I think some people are just following the wind. Those people who said the two portraits are deliberately trying to make us mess up."

Song Jingzhang on the opposite side was still worried and asked for many details, but was dismissed by Song Weidong's impatient tone.

Finally, it was mentioned that Song Weidong should continue to stay and observe.

"I won't stay, I want to go back. People in this small county are all sick, and they still applauded Bai Liu for beating me...I told you, Lu Fei is not Song Jiaying..."

"Okay, I promise, but Dad, don't forget to tell Mom, Tingting has already given birth to two sons, our staff room is too small, and I want to live in Mom's old house..."

Later, Song Weidong was extremely flattering and began to ask for benefits from Song Jingzhang.

Separated by a wall, Bai Liu and Song Jiaying looked at each other, and at the same time they could see a trace of amusement and... thoughtfulness in each other's eyes.

"Your brother is interesting. When did he meet Lu Fei?" Bai Liu lowered his voice with a hint of ridicule.

There were cracks on Song Jiaying's calm face. He didn't want to admit that such a fool was his brother, and he was worried that he didn't die thoroughly enough and was not worthy of being his family member.

"I must have seen it in my dream," Song Jiaying mocked Song Weidong, "When I was a child, I used various reasons to defraud my parents of money, and I still deceive them now... but it's a good deception for us."

Bai Liu started making trouble mercilessly and revealed the bad things. It happened that many people in the family's courtyard went out to help find Wei Jianxin. There were not many people left. These days, a distant relative is not as good as a close neighbor.

When the uncles and aunties heard that the brother-in-law of the man in front of Bailiu intended to make his sister-in-law a widow, how could they bear it?

In short, no one sympathized with Song Weidong. When he was angry, he spoke in a very unpleasant way. In his words, he dismissed everyone as vulgar country people, which angered the bystanders in the family home.

In the end, Song Weidong was almost kicked out of the family home, and Bai Liu and Song Weidong also completely broke up with each other.

This happened to be the plan that Song Jiaying and Bai Liu had planned in advance, and they had no intention of exchanging their feelings with the Song family.If the Song family was in love, breaking off the relationship would be a bit decisive, but Song Jiaying was sure that the Song family came at this time with no good intentions.

Fortunately, the sent Song Weidong was cunning and looked down on Bai Liu from the bottom of his heart, so he didn't worry too much. He hurriedly reported to Shanghai without even exploring the true identity of "Lü Fei".

Song Jingzhang, who was on the other side of the phone, seemed to be only slightly worried, and because he believed in his old son... he really deserved to be deceived.

"But why did they come all the way?" Bai Liu was very confused. "Isn't it a good thing that Song Jiaying died? Who else revealed the news?"

When they received the news of Song Weidong's arrival, they were prepared in a hurry. They could only deal with the immediate predicament and had not yet sorted out the entire incident.

Now it seems that the Song family's attitude is also very problematic.

Song Weidong looked down on Song Jiaying and Bai Liu, but he had to come, and it was Song Jingzhang who ordered him.

So what is Song Jingzhang afraid of?
Is it your father?

"Let's send Song Jiade away first, ah, no, Song Weidong," Song Jiaying said in a low tone, almost whispering, "As for other matters, I will deal with them slowly."

"It's not an old house...how dare you promise to live in it for him?" Bai Liu wanted to ask something, but then remembered that this was a guest house. If there were ears in the wall, it would be better to go home and talk.

And the moment Song Jiaying finished speaking, Song Weidong next door also said with a smile that he was about to hang up the phone.

"Dad, don't worry when I do things. It was in the past, and it is now. I am a father and must be reliable... Okay, then I will go back. There is nothing to discuss with the Hongxing Textile Factory business. Whatever good things the country people can come up with are all lies.”

"Okay, I'll leave today."

Song Weidong happily hung up the phone, rubbed his hands, and hummed a tune in a good mood.

Probably because he could leave this miserable place soon, Song Weidong was in a good mood and went straight to his room, packed his things and prepared to leave directly.

Bai Liu was worried that something unexpected would happen later and wouldn't let Song Jiaying leave, but she immediately went out to find Guilan.

On the phone just now, she vaguely heard Song Weidong and Song Jingzhang opposite talking about the textile factory. If Song Weidong came in the name of cooperation, there would always be some benefits to the Red Star Textile Factory.

"Song Weidong is leaving. This side of the factory -"

As soon as Bai Liu spoke, Xiang Guilan showed an expression of relief: "I expected it, let's not talk about this cooperation, look at his uneducated look, it's not a good thing at first glance... Ah no, I didn't say sugar. It means Dou’s biological father.”

Xiang Guilan only realized something was wrong when he was half-way scolding him. Although Bai Liu and Song Weidong had a bad relationship, he insisted that it should be done for the sake of Tangdou.

"It's okay," Bai Liu didn't care. "Their relationship was very bad back then. Tangdou is nine years old, and this is the first time we've met."

"As you can see, they don't sincerely come to visit relatives with us."

Xiang Guilan nodded when she heard the words. Song Weidong's words were really uncomfortable. She endured it again and again. Because he was a guest from afar, she didn't kick him out directly.

In addition, Song Weidong came to see his niece but didn't care about Tangdou at all... It's no wonder that Bai Liu kicked Song Weidong out.

"When he came, he said that he wanted to discuss cooperation with us on behalf of the No. [-] Textile Factory in Shanghai. I don't think he was sincere in talking about it, so forget it." Xiang Guilan thought for a moment, "The foreign trade company in Hong Kong City is still going through the business process. The department contacted us. If it weren’t for the fact that Shanghai is a big city, which facilitates competition and dialogue, I would not have thought about cooperation.”

Bai Liu is also a little worried about the future development of Hongxing Textile Factory, which is his future job.

However, she shouldn't get involved too much, as many things are related to higher-level connections.

"My sketch is finished, and I will start making the finished product in the next few days... I will leave the channel to you." She comforted Xiang Guilan, "There is no end to the road. If you really want to cooperate with Shanghai City, I will think of another one." method."

Xiang Guilan didn't care much: "Are you going to ask Song Weidong to apologize? Can you forget it? We can't be so aggrieved as human beings. I'll think about it again. If not, I'll go to Shanghai. There are always other textile factories -"

"Wait a minute," Bai Liu suddenly remembered something, "In your last sentence, you said, didn't you need the third textile factory?"

"Yes, others are fine too."

That's easy, she has connections.

Happy Mid-Autumn Festival~
I am honored to be able to gather with you all on August [-]th of the Year of Guimao. Cheers to our reunion~
Remember to eat reunion cake tonight~ Let me take a bite for you first.

Ouch~heehee