Siheyuan: Stab at Louzi at the beginning

Chapter 280 What are you running from? Patrolling the streets, I found him again.

"What are you thinking about with your chopsticks? Why don't you eat quickly?"

"I'm wondering, is it my existence that blocks your progress?"

Qin Huairu and He Yuyu lowered their eyes and ate peacefully.

Lou Xiao'e: "What are you talking about? If you don't want to eat, go wash the pot."

"Eat, eat, eat."

Had dinner.

He Yuyu gave Xu Damao a look full of resentment, letting Xu Damao realize it for himself.

Maybe Yu Haitang took her to buy a new bicycle, which stimulated her again.

Xu Damao didn't take it to heart.

The world outside is so dangerous right now. I won’t go out until I can.

Qin Huairu also gave Xu Damao a enchanting look, seductive.

Ever since the last time they agreed to meet in the cellar, but Qin Huairu bumped into Bai Lianhua and indirectly released Xu Damao's pigeon, they haven't made a second attempt for so long.

But now Qin Huairu obviously couldn't bear it anymore.

How could you not want to sleep on his shoulder when you rely on him mentally and physically?

It's a pity that the old woman at home doesn't know what happened, or maybe Bai Lianhua woke her up that time, which caused her to take a rest in the morning and work overtime at night to paste matchboxes. Qin Huairu wouldn't stop until she fell asleep.

Just have surveillance written all over your face.

This left Qin Huairu with nothing to do.

Of course, I had already told Xu Damao about this matter. What could Xu Damao do? Find someone to clean up Jia and Zhang? To the hospital or to jail?

In short, after missing the opportunity last time, I really can't find another opportunity for a while.

In one sentence, it can be described that the man is in love and the concubine is interested, but God has to arrange some hardships in the process.

There is just no place to do anything.

Xu Damao pretended not to see it, and his heart stopped feeling itchy when he couldn't see it.

And Qin Huairu has shown her pregnancy now. Now that she has bad luck and bad luck, should she take the risk and change her fortune?

This is a question worth thinking about.

I went to Deputy Factory Director Li's office today and what I said was a hint to Xu Damao, both overtly and covertly.

They are their own people.

Never misunderstand something just because of a small thing.

You are trustworthy.

I'm trustworthy too.

Starting from today, we are still the same as before, hello, me, hello everyone.

In short, this is the attitude of Deputy Factory Director Li.

I don’t know what stimulated him. It seemed that the previous alienation was not caused by him.

Speaking of excitement...the only excitement is that today I received an award from the investigation team, received a broadcast of praise from the steel rolling mill, and posted a bulletin board.

The award said that Xu Damao was a steadfast and glorious socialist warrior who could not be corrupted.

Some people collect social welfare wool, and some people insist on guarding the bottom line.

Xu Damao promised well on the surface, but now he really doesn't want to break up with Deputy Factory Director Li, not because of him, but because of the people behind him.

But this kind of thing is like driving a nail into wood. Even if the nail is pulled out later, the mark will remain in place forever.

Xu Damao already understood that Li Huaide was unreliable and a stingy person without measure.

I can never be a capital person.

If you have the chance to get off this pirate ship, you must get off.

This is different from the Lin family. In the Lin family, if he wants to get off the boat, it doesn't matter what he says, and he can't do anything. It's really like dancing on the edge of a knife.

As for Deputy Director Li, let’s not talk about whether it’s his words or not. At the very least, he can actually do something.

"What's been going on with you recently? Have you learned to go to get off work on time? You used to leave early and leave early... Are you running away from something?"      Escape...what...

Xu Damao's words sounded very wrong.

"When it comes to escaping, every time you say no, you are escaping. I think you don't want to get out of bed tomorrow."

Lou Xiao'e's hands-on ability is indeed not strong. After so long, she has been able to cook and eat, and now she can skillfully remove the hot water kettle from the stove and pour the hot water into the basin to adjust the temperature.

I had just finished washing my feet and before I could lie down to do my business, the middle courtyard was noisy and exploded again.

"Is Yan Jiecheng, a mentally ill patient, your son?"

"Your son is being rescued in the hospital now. Whether he can be rescued or not is another matter. Go over there and keep watch."

"Even if people are dying, they can still see each other for the last time."

Yan Bugui is still looking for his fishing rod and his big boy. As a senior fishing professional, he doesn't believe that two little kids can catch so many fish with homemade fishing rods.

So be sure to ask for details, at least ask about the fishing spots.

As a result, before I even asked anything, the street patrolman from Nanluogu Alley came over and started talking to me. He said it once before, but this time he said it smoothly.

This immediately deceived Yan Bugui.

It also attracted a lot of people's attention.

"Yes, yes, Yan Jiecheng is my son...he...what happened to him?"

"What happened to him? He fell into the Qingshui River. You should watch a mentally ill person and not let him go out. This time he jumped into the river by himself. What if he hurts others next time? Can you shoulder this responsibility? ?"

Everyone doesn't want to cause trouble. They habitually turn big things into trivial ones. Let's first determine the nature.

When a mentally ill patient falls into the river, it's because his family doesn't take good care of him. Does it have anything to do with them patrolling the streets or being a police officer?

Now Yan Bugui stopped asking about fishing spots and patted his thigh anxiously: "My poor son... the plaster on his leg hasn't been removed yet... Even though one leg is crooked, it won't reach the end of the road." Go to the river?"

"My poor son."

The third aunt who led the patrol had already begun to cry.

"What the hell is going on this year? My family member has been seriously injured twice and is on the verge of death. Comrade, my family member's mental illness has long been cured. I originally planned to go to the hospital again after the plaster is removed, but who knows? Something like this happened..."

"Yes, yes, comrade, you must make the decision for us. There must be bad people who want to harm us."

"Whether there is a bad person or not, it doesn't matter if I say it or not. It doesn't matter if you say it. The comrades in the bureau have the final say. After all, he is still a little lucky. There are plasters on his arms and legs. If they hadn't been soaked in water, they would have dissipated. He couldn't float out either, so he sank to the bottom forever in the Qingshui River."

"The water is not that cold now in April, otherwise there would be no need for rescue."

A great drama ends as quickly as it begins.

The street patrol came in a hurry, and Yan Bugui hurried to the hospital.

Bai Lianhua's face turned red upon hearing this, and her excited face could not be seen clearly under the cover of night.

God is really wise. Before she could do anything, Yan Jiecheng fell into the river and it sounded like he would not survive.

This is divine punishment, this is retribution.

Such people really deserve to be blackmailed even when they earn their hard-earned money with the door ajar.

I am really not afraid of having children without sex.

"The two brothers, He Xiaojun and He Xiaoshuai, were peeking in secretly."

"What are you two looking at? The hot water has been poured. Why don't you go wash your butt and go to bed?"

"Ok."

The two brothers hurriedly retreated into the house and began to use ladles to scoop out cold water to adjust the temperature.

It's all little things.

When he was no longer as tall as the stove, he used a stool to boil steamed buns.

　If you don’t understand the transfer, think about it yourself and don’t ask random questions.

　　

　

(End of this chapter)