I'm Chasing Rough Guys at 80

Chapter 358
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 an Arhat 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?"

Click.

The phone hangs up.

Yu Jingting sneered, with such a little mental capacity, he dared to run to his wife to play tricks.

Walking out of the office humming a ditty, 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 thinking about it, I still reported it 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 out of the leader's mouth, 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, who were only in their early twenties, could find him.

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.

"No need to check, she 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, his heart fluttering, waiting for the leader's next instruction.

It took a long time for Fan Huang to close the document.

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

"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 his teacup and blew lightly a few times, "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 and unable to understand the mind of the leader.

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

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 20 years old and already had such abilities.

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

Old Yujia at this time

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 her heartburn.

"I don't get paid for nothing, 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.

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

It 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?"

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

"Little brat! I told you to study hard, you are disobedient, do you regret it now?" 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."

Jiao Jiao 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, how can I have time to watch this stuff?"

"You don't understand, do you?" Jiaojiao 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 who have the most tricks when they scold people."

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

"The poem is about Ziu losing his mother and crying 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, and she shook Suizi's arm.

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

Suizi smiled without saying a word, looking at Jiaojiao at a loss, why is sister-in-law so generous?
There was only one answer, and Yu Jingting was right.

In this poem, the first half talks about the pain of birds losing their mothers, 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 pleases 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, and it was better to persuade Chen Lijun than to waste time with her.

In addition, he secretly satirized Fan Huang. Since he chose to be a foolish and filial Fan family member and 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 in the poem, "his heart is not as good as a bird", just like an animal.

Wang Cuihua clutched her heart and watched Suizi put the letter and furniture coupon 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 given 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 return it, you will meet and return it later.

As for whether Fan Huang would dare to see her in the future, it was hard to say.

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

"What the hell does that mean, Suizi?"

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

He still has a little understanding of the "early words" of cultural people.

Wang Cuihua put down her hand covering her heart, and smiled brightly. If she had to say that, she would not feel so uncomfortable.

　Release one update first, and two consecutive updates in the afternoon. By the way, I will post the poem written by Suizi. 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, mute and wailed.

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

　　Cry every night, the one who smells it is Zhanjin.

　　As told in the sound, it did not feed back.

　　There is no mother for a hundred birds, and you have a deep sorrow.

　　It should be the mother's kindness, so that you will not be sorrowful.

　　There was Wu Qi in the past, but the mother's death will not come.

　　Sighs are disciples, and their hearts are not as good as birds.

　　Ciwu Fu Ciwu, the one among the birds has participated.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)