Chapter 187 How to Use Your Husband's Correct Opening Method
"You are a teacher with a dirty mouth. I originally decided to apply for a sponsorship for this student's medical expenses. Now, if you don't pay for it, your school will have to pay for it."
After saying that, Ma Qijun hung up the phone. Ye Xiaomei was stunned for a moment as she looked at such a domineering man.
So handsome! So cool and shiny, my man is awesome.
Ma Qijun didn't put down his hand and continued to dial a series of numbers. He suddenly raised his eyes and looked at the woman's infatuated eyes looking at him. He was so proud in his heart at that moment - woman, you see, this is the correct way to use your husband.
"Sanmao, come to the dormitory." Then he hung up the phone.
Ye Xiaomei then sucked her saliva and put away her infatuated look.
Not long after, Zhang Sanmao came trotting over: "Boss, what's up?"
"I heard from your sister-in-law that there was a fight near No. 1 Middle School, and Jia Nannan was beaten by thugs outside the school. You are responsible for following up on this matter and helping the victim get appropriate compensation."
Ma Qijun's words were very clear. He glanced at the woman intentionally or unintentionally, letting her see what her husband was capable of.
"If students fight, we have to call the police first before the public security department can intervene." Zhang Sanmao scratched his head a little hesitantly.
"Fighting outside the school that causes serious injuries to others is not considered a social security management issue?" Ma Qijun said word by word with a gloomy face:
"The school has failed to raise students' awareness of self-protection. Isn't this a failure of duty on the part of the school?"
Zhang Sanmao stood up straight immediately. He was awesome. His former boss was awesome. He could take advantage of any loophole.
"Yes, the boss is right."
Ye Xiaomei looked at Ma Qijun and then at Zhang Sanmao. This was obviously a targeted move. If she wanted to attract the school's attention, she really had to do this:
"Brother Ma, I also think you are right. If the school is interested in teaching students some self-defense methods, it is also teaching self-protection awareness."
"See? Your sister-in-law reacts faster than you." Ma Qijunhuan crossed his arms and raised his chin.
"Thank you for your advice, sister-in-law. I will definitely follow up on this matter."
After dinner, Ma Qijun took Ye Xiaomei out of the Military General Hospital without hesitation, and without saying a word, he went out and hailed a taxi.
Suddenly, Ma Qijun seemed to remember something. He had no money and his passbook was with his mother. Xiaomei was forced to sell dumplings, and he was really reluctant to spend his hard-earned money on a taxi back home.
"How about driving the police car back?" Ma Qijun completely lost his previous confidence. It was really a matter of two cents that made a hero stumble. Anyway, Zhang Sanmao's broken police car should be retired. If it weren't for the lack of money, he would still be too lazy to drive it.
"I'm fine with either." Ye Xiaomei was even more reluctant to waste money on this.
On the playground of a middle school, two armed soldiers stood as straight as telephone poles, guarding the front and back of the helicopter.
As soon as school was over, the students who had been watching gathered around again, but no one dared to get close.
Even the people who were blocked by Mr. Hu outside the school had thousands of heads, a black mass.
Even Principal Wang was forced to go to the cafeteria to eat. There were so many people that the teachers who were off work couldn't squeeze out.
“Although the military cannot interfere with the education system, it is not a solution to keep the helicopter in the school forever.” Principal Wang looked worried.
At first, some teachers who had never seen an airplane thought it was just a fun thing to watch, but now it has become a nuisance.
Teacher Wang sighed and said, "The soldiers said that they would never carry out any orders without receiving them."
Principal Wang rubbed his face and said, "Why don't we contact Ye Xiaomei and ask her to tell her husband not to disrupt the order of the school? If someone doesn't know, they would think there was a murder case in our school."
Yes, the news that a helicopter crashed in a middle school one day spread throughout the city.
The textile factory workers who were unaware of the situation actually thought that there was something sensitive going on here.
Hongmei Village, Ma family.
After not seeing each other for a few days, Wang Lan had lost a lot of weight. Just after finishing her meal and leaving the house, she burst into tears when she saw Old Wu across from her:
"My aunt, I can't live like this anymore."
"What's wrong, sister-in-law? Did Qijun receive the letter and not come back? Or..."
Aunt Wu was holding a steamed bun in her hand, with a piece of pork belly mixed with pickled vegetables inside. She had to hold on to the top, and she looked as unsteady as a willow.
"Oh, I really don't want to live these past few days. My son doesn't behave like a son, and my daughter-in-law is disobedient. How can I live like this?"
When Aunt Wu saw this, she quickly put the steamed bun into her pocket and helped the man sit under the big willow tree at the door.
Now the willow trees have sprouted tea-like buds, and the evening breeze is not as cool as before.
Wang Lan, who had just sat down, covered her face and cried, holding Aunt Wu's hand tightly and not letting go: "My life is so miserable."
"Hey, Wang Lan, what's wrong with you?" The neighbors who were holding their bowls gathered around when they saw that something was wrong.
"What else can I do? I'm so angry at my son and daughter-in-law." Wang Lan said in a crying voice.
"Isn't Qijun quite filial?"
"Yeah, I don't think Qijun will be angry with you. She should be your daughter-in-law, after all, not his biological daughter."
"That makes sense. It's been several months since Ye Xiaomei's cousin ran away. They say people of the same family stick together. I don't think Ye Xiaomei is any better."
After being told this, Wang Lan stopped crying. She felt like she had met someone who understood her. She slapped her thigh and said, "Isn't that right? Don't be sad."
"Then why do you let her family live in your place?"
"That's right, how can a married girl bring her mother and sister along to hang out?"
Aunt Wu recalled what Ye Xiaomei had reported last month: "Isn't your daughter-in-law some top scholar in the imperial court? She will have great potential in the future, so just make do with her."
It seemed like he was just saying nice words to persuade people, but this actually set Wang Lan off to a rage.
Wang Lan was so angry that she forgot to cry. She jumped up and slapped her butt: "What are you talking about? What do you mean by compromise? I spent money to marry my daughter-in-law and you want me to compromise with her? No way."
Finally, he waved his hand and was about to leave. It was such a waste of mood and tears to talk to this bunch of scabby bastards.
"Wang Lan, where are you going? Maybe you'll feel better if you talk here. Old Wu, you too, why are you talking about something else?"
Just at this moment, a conspicuous white police car came into the village, driving slowly along the bumpy country road.
Wang Lan rubbed her face violently, trying to see the car clearly.
Everyone looked over and asked: "Why are the government officials here? Is there anything big happening in our village recently?"
“I don’t know.”
"That's right, what are you here for?"
A few little old ladies stood face to face, looking at each other, swaying their shoulders, as if there was more news to satisfy their hunger.
Just as I was thinking about it, the car stopped in front of the Ma family's door.
Ye Xiaomei got off the passenger seat. Wang Lan's eyes widened at that moment: "Ye Xiaomei, you still remember to come back."
Ye Xiaomei hasn't come back since the beginning of this semester, which really pissed her off.
But who would have thought that the next person to get off was Ma Qijun, who glanced at his mother across the car.
At that moment, Wang Lan's expression changed unpredictably.
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