Chapter 358 Spike Words

  Meng Jun on the other end of the phone asked who to look for twice, but Yu Jingting didn't say anything.

   Just when Meng Jun thought it was a wrong call or a prank, Yu Jingting finally spoke.

   "There is no need for the Luohan bed."

   "Who are you?!" Meng Jun's voice became tense, full of vigilance.

   "I'm Yu Jingting, Meng Wenshu, your memory isn't that good, didn't you have a good chat when you came to my house before?"

   click.

  The phone hung up.

  Yu Jingting sneered, with this little mental capacity, he dared to run to his wife to pretend to be a ghost.

   Humming a ditty and walking out of the office, he must tell his wife how he took down the enemy general in one round.

  Meng Jun hung up the phone, his face turned pale.

  After much deliberation, I still reported this matter to the leader.

   "Leader, I'm really careful. I even went to the person in charge directly for the delivery coupon. I don't know what happened. Yu Jingting knew it."

  Fan Huang was reviewing the documents. Hearing this, he just paused his hands slightly and didn't raise his head, but Meng Jun knew that he must be listening.

  The leader's speech speed is not fast, and the reaction speed can even be said to be slow.

  But as long as it comes from the mouth of the leader, every word is heavy.

   "I'm going to investigate now."

  Meng Jun was worried, wondering if this was a stain on his career.

  He really didn't expect that Suizi and his wife were only in their early twenties, and they could find him here.

   What's even more frightening is that Meng Jun still doesn't know whether it is only Yu Jingting who knows about it, or Suizi also thought of it.

  He knew nothing about the young couple.

   "There's no need to look it up, she already knows."

  Fan Huang commented on the document stroke by stroke, as if the matter of Suizi was not important to him, he didn't take it to heart, and just said it casually.

   "Could it be that the principal and his wife betrayed me?" Meng Jun still doesn't know why he was exposed.

  Fan Huang stopped talking, and the only sound in the office was the rustling of pens falling on paper.

  Meng Jun stood with his hands down, feeling agitated, waiting for the next step from the leader.

   After a long time, Fan Huang closed the document.

   "Leader, how do you think the follow-up should be handled?" Meng Jun speculated carefully.

   "No need to deal with it, just wait for the registered mail."

   "What. Registered mail?" Meng Jun didn't understand.

  Fan Huang didn't answer him, but just looked at him meaningfully.

   "Xiao Meng, how long have you been with me?"

   "Uh, three years."

   "It's been three years. Then why are you still so ignorant?" Fan Huang picked up the teacup and blew gently, "There are no two young people in their early twenties who have enlightenment."

  Meng Jun was so frightened that he didn't dare to show his anger. As long as the matter of Suizi and his wife was involved, he felt powerless because he couldn't understand the leader's mind.

   "Maybe it's because Director Chen has better genes? Leader, you also know that my ancestors were all educated, so I'm stupid."

   The corners of Fan Huang's mouth curled up, and he drank the tea in one gulp.

  Lijun educated Suizi better than he could have imagined. He was only twenty years old and already had such abilities.

   I really look forward to this girl, what kind of surprises will she give him in the future.

  At this time, Lao Yu’s family

  Wang Cuihua patted her heart.

   "Emma, ​​I can't do it! Jiaojiao, scoop up a ladle of cold water for my mother, I will be defeated!"

  Suizi put the furniture pick-up coupon in an envelope, and she wanted to mail it back to Fan Huang.

   "Suizi, tell mother, what on earth are you thinking? So much furniture, if you say you don't want it, you don't want it?" Wang Cuihua drank cold water, but still felt burning.

   "You don't get rewarded for your merits, and I don't know who he is, so I have no reason to take his furniture." Suizi was about to seal the envelope, but after thinking about it, she felt that something was missing, so she ordered Jiaojiao to bring her brush and paper.

   Spread it on the table, pick up a pen and swipe.

   is a long poem, Bai Juyi's "Ziwu Yecry"

  Jiao Jiao leaned over and looked at it for a long time, until her little face was wrinkled into a bun.

   "Sister-in-law, what are you writing about?"

  Jiaojiao felt that she had learned all the poems and songs for nothing during this time. Not only did she not understand the poem written by Suizi, but she also didn't know many words.

   "Little poor boy! I told you to study hard, you are disobedient, now you know you regret it?" Yu Jingting passed by with his daughter in his arms, grabbed her chubby hand and patted Jiaojiao's head.

   "Luoluo, study hard when you grow up, otherwise you will be like my aunt, an illiterate."

  Jiaojiao was so angry that she pointed at him and jumped.

   "Then look! Explain to me what you mean!"

  Yu Jingting stretched his neck and took a look.

   "Yo, Bobo woke up too. I'm a busy person, so I don't have time to watch this stuff."

   "You don't understand, right?" Jiao Jiao regained her mental balance.

   She owes brother Baden, she runs away if she doesn't understand, and despises him!

   "Heh, why don't you understand this? Your sister-in-law must be hurting people. They are cultural people, and they have the most tricks when they scold people."

  Suizi blew the ink on the paper, admiring her beautiful handwriting, and explaining the meaning of the poem to Jiaojiao by the way.

   "This poem is about Ziu who lost his mother and cried in grief."

   "Eh? Brother! Didn't you say that my sister-in-law was cursing in secret?"

  Yu Jingting only left Jiaojiao with a back view and a humble sentence:

   "Little girl, you don't know anything about your sister-in-law's vileness."

  Jiaojiao's small mouth turned into an o shape, shaking Suizi's arm.

   "Sister-in-law, he said you are bad! Get rid of him!"

   Suizi smiled without saying a word, looking confused, why is sister-in-law so generous?

   There is only one answer, and Yu Jingting hit the mark.

  In this poem, the first half talks about the pain of a bird losing its mother, and the second half satirizes that human animals who lose their mothers are not as good as livestock.

   Such a poem is fine for ordinary people, but it is full of ridicule for Fan Huang.

  Everyone understands why Fan Huang flatters Suizi.

  Suizi used this poem to tell him that she only had one mother, and she planned to carry on her filial piety to the end. It was useless to please her, because she only cared about Chen Lijun’s feelings. Instead of wasting time with her, it’s better to persuade Chen Lijun.

   In addition, Fan Huang was secretly mocked. Since he chose to be a foolish and filial Fan family member, and he was reluctant to let go of the power and wealth in his hands, he should not try to get anything from her, including emotions.

   No matter how many things you send, in Suizi's heart, he is just like the poem, "his heart is not as good as a bird", just like an animal.

  Wang Cuihua clutched her heart and watched as Suizi put the letter and furniture coupons into the envelope and sealed it.

   "Huh? You only mailed back the furniture voucher, and the pearl—?"

   "There is no direct evidence that it was given by him, and it is more valuable. I need to confirm whether it was sent by him, and I will consider whether to give it to him when I have a chance to meet."

   Suizi speaks impeccably.

  She only got the furniture coupons, but she has no direct evidence to show that the big yellow croaker and pearls were given by Fan Huang.

   If you really want to pay it back, you have to meet and pay it back.

   As for whether Fan Huang will dare to see her in the future, it's hard to say.

  Wang Cuihua had a question mark all over her head, and when Yu Jingting came over to nurse her baby, she asked him.

   "What does Suizi mean?"

   "She wants to take it all for herself." Yu Jingting translated.

  He still has a little understanding of the "spice language" of cultural people.

  Wang Cuihua put down her hand covering her heart, and smiled brightly. If you say that, she doesn't feel so uncomfortable.

   Release one update first, and two consecutive updates in the afternoon. By the way, I will post the poem written by Sui Zi. Because it is too long, it will not be included in the charging section of the main text. (Put this for free!)

   Ciwu lost his mother, and uttered a mournful sound hoarsely.

   Do not fly day and night, keep the old forest for years.

   Crying every night in the middle of the night, those who hear it will be stained.

   The sound is like telling, not enough to feed back the heart.

   How can a hundred birds have no mother, you alone mourn deeply.

   It should be the mother's kindness that makes you feel sad.

   In the past, there was Wu Qi, whose mother died and died.

   It's a pity that you are a disciple, whose heart is not as good as that of a bird.

   Ciwu complex Ciwu, Zeng Shen among birds.

  

  

  (end of this chapter)