I pampered my mother in the nurturing game

Seeing it, Yu Peng was about to stretch out his little hand from the quilt to make sure.

Yu Feiwan stopped her with quick eyes and hands, "I think it's a lie that you want to guarantee, but it's true that you want to take the opportunity to cool off."

"If you are not honest, I will tie you up with the quilt."

Yu Peng smiled stupidly, looking like he was finally alive.

"Sister, I had a dream last night."

"I dreamed that I was captured by the big old cat. It was you who suddenly fell from the world and fought with the big old cat for three hundred rounds before you rescued me."

Yu Feiwan stretched out his hand to tuck the corners of the quilt, raised his eyebrows, and pretended to be surprised, "Am I so powerful?"

The big old cat in the story about adults scaring children would tear her to pieces with one claw.

Still fighting for three hundred rounds...

In the end, did he look down on the big old cat too much, or did he think highly of her too much?

Yu Peng nodded happily, "Very, very, very good."

"Sister Feiwan, I will protect you in the future."

Yu Peng's childish voice sounded almost like an oath.

Yu Feiwan's heart softened. The person she was protecting also loved her.

"Wait until the candy is gone before you go to sleep."

"Don't be confused."

Yu Feiwan ran his hand along Yu Peng's messy hair.

It was dark and there was no bright moon.

The small courtyard gradually became lively.

Yu Ping and Yu Fengjiao returned home hand in hand, holding a familiar lunch box in their hands.

"This?"

Yu Feiwan didn't understand.

Yu Ping put the lunch box into Yu Feiwan's hand, "Shi Yu asked me to bring it to you. He said he had promised it a long time ago."

Yu Peng, who was wearing thick clothes and leaning on the soft cushions, his eyes suddenly lit up: "Sister Fei Wan."

Just four words, a thousand twists and turns.

"A piece of pastry and a glass of water."

"Any comments?"

Yu Feiwan looked at Yu Peng fiercely.

When you are sick, you should drink more water, but Yu Peng complains of extreme pain as soon as he drinks water.

Yu Peng nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, couldn't wait to twist a piece, and started eating it in small bites.

Yu Feiwan: I was careless. If I had known that the temptation of cakes was so great, I should have said two glasses of water.

"Sister Zhang, Sister Zhang."

Outside the courtyard gate, Uncle Shen's voice sounded.

Yu Ping put down her schoolbag and trotted to open the door.

Behind Uncle Shen, there was also Old Man Shao.

Yu Feiwan slapped his forehead and then remembered it belatedly.

According to the old lady’s original plan, she was going.

Yu Peng must not be able to take care of this.

The old lady was leaning on a cane and standing under the eaves, her brows and eyes filled with eagerness, "Come into the house and talk."

Through a wall, the sound of conversation reached my ears clearly.

"Sister Zhang, Lao Shao and I copied a few more copies of what you wrote, and posted one on each entrance and exit gate of the factory. I was worried that no one would notice, and I even asked my guy to fuck the Dong family yesterday at the main entrance. I told you all the dirty things."

"By now, even the workers who take turns know this." "The Dong family cannot get along well."

At this moment, Uncle Shen seemed like an old boy, his words were full of joy.

Then, the old lady's voice came, "I have to thank you very much for this."

Uncle Shen didn't care and said, "Thank you, thank you. Your family has been implicated by me."

The old lady was noncommittal and changed the topic, "Did you find out any news?"

"It's really rewarding." Uncle Shen slapped his thigh and continued, "There are also many workers in the factory who can't stand Dong Chen's father. When they see the excitement, they talk a lot, but the truth or falsehood has yet to be considered. .”

"I'm afraid the person above is not Dong Chen's father, but his wife."

"Workers in the factory said that Dong Chen's mother was confused with their workshop director and deputy director. Someone even saw her coming out of the deputy director's office disheveled."

The old lady coughed twice and said, "Keep your voice down, the walls have ears too."

Yu Feiwan, who was eavesdropping seriously:...

Isn't this really calling her name?
It is true that walls have ears.

Ahem, the old lady really understands her.

Uncle Shen lowered his voice thoughtfully.

Yu Feiwan simply put his ear against the wall and continued to eavesdrop on Daye with peace of mind.

"Sister Zhang, this matter has spread widely, do you think it is true or false?"

Yu Feiwan couldn't help but the appearance of Dong Chen's mother appeared in his mind.

It's not that she dislikes ordinary-looking people, nor does she look down on middle-aged people.

Who hasn’t grown old yet?

In fact, from the perspective of a rich and powerful person, even if they engage in shameful things, they should be picky about food.

Not to mention, being infected with Dong Chen's mother is equivalent to being infected with a bad gambler like a bottomless pit.

If you can be the deputy factory director, you don't have the ability to avoid risks, right?
What does the deputy director picture?
Does Dong Chen’s mother look mean in the picture?
Or is it because Tu Dongchen’s mother is cruel?
Or do you have too much money and too little to burn, just want to add to the bottomless pit?
Do not understand, do not understand.

Maybe because she is not a rich person.

Of course, it may also be the love-hate entanglement between the white moonlight and cinnabar moles of the previous generation.

"I don't know if there is any shady affair."

"But there is no smoke without fire. It is a sure thing that the deputy factory director and workshop director are biased towards the Dong couple. Otherwise, there wouldn't be those random speculations."

"Then what are the backgrounds of the deputy factory director and workshop director?"

This time, it was Old Man Shao who answered the old lady.

"Sister Zhang, I know this matter better."

"The deputy director's surname is Qian. He is in his forties this year. He joined the factory from his father's class. Although his father did not become deputy director before, he can still be regarded as a senior manager. This generation has Personal connections are a deep-rooted tree in the factory.”

"The wife I married is the daughter of the former deputy factory director. A few years ago, she brought her children to visit my lover."

"Qian's ability to secure the position of deputy factory director is due to his father's protection and support from his father-in-law."

"As for the deputy director of the workshop, he is considered a general under deputy director Qian."

"You also know that in the past few decades, when employees in the factory retired, their children could take over and join the factory to work. Most of the positions were filled by their children."

"Over time, it is inevitable to focus on human relationships and forming cliques, one after another."

"Ordinary workers want to enjoy the shade under the big trees."

"When a leader has more young people under his command, his position will be more stable, layer by layer, and deeply rooted."

Based on the fact that Old Man Shao could send his children away in that era, it is not difficult to see that when Old Man Shao was young, he was doing well, had money and connections, and he knew these things well.

"How is the relationship between Deputy Factory Director Qian and his wife?"

"I'm not sure about that." Old Shao paused and continued, "I guess it's pretty close."

"After all, there is support and support, so how could it be any worse?"