Wang Yaowen couldn't control his temper and wanted to leave. At first, he thought that since he had explained it so mercifully, others would have to accept it.

He is Wang Yaowen, and he is quite famous here. Everyone knows that he never does these empty things.

Song Songbai really didn't know. After all, how could Song Songbai expect a second-rate thug to have any good moral qualities?

That's obviously impossible.

This is what he thought and how he expressed it.

This expression made Wang Yaowen want to beat someone up, and he almost turned around and left.

But after he turned halfway, he thought, this arrogance, maybe they just want to deliberately anger him and leave, so that they can put the blame on him and investigate this and that.

So I endured the anger a little and asked someone to investigate further, but it still didn't work. Some of the things he did couldn't be made public.

"Where should I write it?" Wang Yaowen rarely gave in.

Upon hearing this, Song Songbai lowered his head, smiled slightly sarcastic, took out a notebook from his bag, and began to look for a pen. However, the pen he usually used was the one that An An gave him at that time.

Not giving up, I searched my bag again but couldn't find any other pens.

Song Songbai didn't want to give the money to others, and he hesitated for a moment, which was rare.

Wang Yaowen had no idea about the twists and turns, he just saw the man stopped halfway through taking the thing.

"Are you going to write it or not?" Wang Yaowen asked impatiently. If he didn't want to write it, that would be fine. His patience had reached its limit today. If things were like this, he could investigate if he wanted to. The worst that could happen was that both of them would be destroyed.

Song Songbai realized that this time the man's temper had probably reached its critical point. Thinking that reporting was the most important thing, although he felt a little reluctant, he still handed over the notebook and pen.

Wang Yaowen wrote in a flamboyant manner on the blank page over there.

When Song Songbai saw this, he reminded him, "Write well."

What a mess of words.

Wang Yaowen wanted to fight again, but at least he wrote two words in capital letters seriously - get out.

Of course Song Songbai would not leave. He took back the notebook and pen without changing his expression, having already made up his mind.

Zhou Yian also came out with Aunt Wang, who was helping to carry two chickens in her hands.

Although I could feel the tension between the two of them, I didn't know what to say in this situation, so I simply went back to Aunt Wang's house and took her three chickens with me. The five chickens fluttered around, which looked quite funny.

When they got home, Zhou Yian was about to ask, but Song Songbai seemed to know something and told everyone directly, "That person is Wang Yaowen."

Zhou Yian suddenly understood, "So that's how it is. The look in his eyes doesn't mean he knows we're investigating him."

"Probably." Song Songbai nodded. Judging from his reaction, he must have known it.

But now it has been explained clearly. Song Songbai took out the words on the notebook. The more he looked at them, the more annoying they became. He simply tore off the entire sheet of paper and compared it with the letter of accusation he got back from the Revolutionary Committee.

Zhou Yian joined in the fun, "How about it, did you figure it out?"

Song Songbai shook his head, "No."

"Huh?" Zhou Yian initially thought it must be this person, but now, after comparing the handwriting, it's not him. "Could it be a ghostwriter?"

"The probability is not high." Song Songbai thought about what he knew about Wang Yaowen's temper, and it didn't seem like that. Moreover, if that was the case, the range of the shooting would be even larger.

This time the biggest suspect has been half-innocent, and the remaining two, who also had bad reputations and had not yet married, were both investigated, but the results of the investigations were not satisfactory.

Now for the two of them, this matter can only be put on hold slowly, because the current suspects have been verified.

We can only take action again when a new suspicious object appears later.

Keep this matter in your heart, but don't forget it.

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In the past two days, Zhou Yian felt that her belly was getting bigger and bigger. Since both of them were novices, it was normal for their belly to get bigger. In addition, although Zhou Yian ate and drank well, she was not obviously fat.

It seems to be a physical problem, so I got fat in the belly. Zhou Yian certainly feels good about this situation, otherwise it would be troublesome if I got fat.

Until I ran into Aunt Du, whom I hadn't seen for a long time.

She looked at Zhou Yian's belly with a little surprise. A lot of it was gone. When she saw it at first glance, the shock was much greater.

At first, Zhou Yian thought that Aunt Du was also trying to guess the gender of the baby by looking at the shape of her belly.

To be honest, Zhou Yian felt that she was only four months old, so there was no need to guess the gender now.

But Aunt Du was not interested in that. She asked, "Aren't you only three months old?"

Zhou Yian nodded, "Auntie, it's been four months."

"Then your size has been off for the past four months." Zhou Yian was petite, so her belly looked bigger on her side. "Isn't it too big?"

"Is there?" Zhou Yian was puzzled. She actually felt fine. Now that Aunt Du said this, she wondered what the normal size should be.

In fact, other people also thought it was a bit big, but after seeing how much she ate, they all thought that the child might have eaten too much and just looked fat.

Aunt Du didn't know so much, and it was obvious at a glance, "Yes, let's go to the hospital some other day."

"Okay." Zhou Yian nodded. She usually wouldn't refuse such well-intentioned suggestions.

Aunt Du was quite satisfied. She always had a better impression of people who listened to her advice. "Then can you still handle the work?"

"No problem, it won't delay the mission." Zhou Yian immediately nodded and assured. The more she did this job, the easier it felt to do. Sometimes her throat would be a little tired, but it was decent and relaxing. Sometimes when she went to other places in the factory, as soon as she spoke, everyone knew she was the one who sang and told stories.

Aunt Du was amused by her confident yet nervous look. "This job is definitely yours. Don't worry. If you feel tired, just take a rest."

"Thank you for your concern, Auntie." Zhou Yian felt relieved. Just don't mess with her work.

However, after receiving advice from Aunt Du, Zhou Yian thought that he should go to the hospital. Of course, Song Songbai also agreed with this suggestion.

The two of them took advantage of their day off to go to the county hospital again. Regardless of their medical skills, at least they knew something about pregnancy.

But the conclusions they reached also surprised and astonished the two people.

"Two?" Zhou Yian's voice was a little louder. "Am I so awesome?"