Now that Su Zhaohai is in this predicament, what will he do?
We absolutely cannot think of him with ordinary human thinking, after all, he is the kind of person who would even harm his own son.
In other words, no one can threaten his safety.
There's no need to stir things up anymore; the conflict between them has already escalated beyond Wen Dajun's control.
Song Yan took the initiative to call Shen Changchuan, saying that his family was making dumplings today and asking if he could come home for dinner.
Shen Changchuan knew that Song Yan's question meant something must have happened.
Secretary Fang was always present when Song Yan had dinner at his house. She would also often bring some food home with her.
When Shen Changchuan arrived at Song Yan's house, Yueyue was running home like crazy, while Lao Zeng walked slowly behind her.
Shen Changchuan: "Big Brother!"
Secretary Fang: "Old Zeng!"
"Okay!" Old Zeng agreed.
Shen Changchuan picked Yueyue up first.
"Grandpa Chen! Grandpa Fang!" Yueyue's clear, childlike voice could sweep away countless worries.
Shen Changchuan: "Slow down! Look at that braid, it's about to come undone!"
"Grandpa Shen, comb my hair!" Yueyue hugged Shen Changchuan's neck.
"Don't you need my help?" Secretary Fang asked.
Yueyue turned to look at Secretary Fang, "Grandpa Fang, please comb my brother's hair!"
Several people couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Do you need to comb the baby hair of those two boys?"
Shen Changchuan was really clumsy. Afraid of hurting Yueyue, he spent a lot of effort and ended up with a crooked, upward-pointing stab.
Yueyue looked in the mirror. "Not bad!"
Yueyue ran to the kitchen and asked Grandma Wang to cut watermelon for everyone.
The bright green, thin-skinned watermelon had been washed clean. Wang Wenjuan cut it into pieces, and Yueyue carefully carried it out, distributing the pieces one by one to everyone.
Shen Changchuan and Lao Zeng each held a chubby little boy in their arms.
The two boys jumped up and down with envy when they saw the watermelon.
Di Minxia tried to carry them away, one in each arm.
"Ahhhhh..." I'm about to cry.
Shen Changchuan was getting a little anxious.
"Grandpa Chen, you don't need to worry about them!" Yueyue cut the watermelon into pieces.
Song Yan also told everyone to eat watermelon first.
The two boys shouted for a long time but no one paid attention to them, so they shouted at Yueyue again.
"You wait here!" Yueyue ran to the kitchen again and took out two cups, each containing about half a cup of watermelon juice.
Grandma Wang squeezed it.
Upon seeing the cup, the two children immediately became quiet.
Song Yan and Yueyue each fed one.
Zeng Yi and Wei Cheng sipped their drinks with a hissing sound.
After feeding her two younger brothers, she took the watermelon and sat down next to her great-grandfather to eat it.
Shen Changchuan: "Yueyue is such a good older sister!"
Yueyue raised her head, her mouth covered in watermelon juice, her head tilted to the side, "Of course!"
From now on, my younger brother has to listen to me too!
I want them to line up behind me.
Clearly, Yueyue included the two babies in her mother's belly.
Yueyue's words, coupled with her current appearance, made everyone laugh again.
Song Yan laughed too, wondering why Yueyue had this obsession, wanting her younger brother to stand in a row behind her...
Secretary Fang was quite full, and while Song Yan and General Shen were talking about Su Zhaohai, he had to walk around in circles to aid digestion.
Song Yan recounted what Wen Dajun had done.
Song Yan: "...These people have wronged my godfather, and Wen Dajun always wants to avenge him."
With him getting involved, I don't know what Su Zhaohai will do. I'm a little worried that I might anger Su Zhaohai...
Shen Changchuan: "It's not convenient for me to tell you how far things have progressed, but don't worry, it's completely under control."
What Wen Dajun did is not a big deal; this interference may not necessarily be a bad thing.
Su Zhaohai is getting really anxious now. Yuan Haiyan is his wife, and he must know that she knows something!
He took a pot of peanuts from his workplace that had been infested with bugs home, and he even bought pesticide…
Song Yan: Su Zhaohai is going to spray pesticides to kill the insects…
wrong!
If it were that simple, General Shen wouldn't have brought it up.
Pesticides can kill not only insects, but also people…
Song Yan looked at General Shen in surprise. Could it be what she thought?
Shen Changchuan: It seems Song Yan has thought of that!
Shen Changchuan: "It'll be soon. We can close the net when Su Zhaohai makes his move!"
...
Song Yan didn't receive any news from Su Zhaohai, but Xiaoxiao arrived instead.
Today is not Sunday!
Jiang Xiaoxiao: "Yuan Zhao gave birth last night, it's a girl!"
Song Yan: "She now has both a son and a daughter!"
In the original story, Li Yuanzhao went through great hardship to give birth to a son. At that time, family planning was in effect, so naturally, they could only have one child.
It's so good like this now!
Song Yan: "Let's go see her!"
Old Zeng had already heard their conversation. "What's the rush? I'll have a car take you there in a bit!"
Please bring me a gift as well.
Old Liao doesn't know yet!
It's inconvenient not having a phone!
Let's ask them to install a telephone next time!
The original plan was for Lao Zeng to go back after his yard was tidied up. Now he doesn't want to leave anymore.
Di Jianjun happily agreed, "Then I'll go call a car."
"I'll talk to the people in the retired cadres' office again tomorrow and tell them you want to install the phone here." Di Jianjun called to go to the nearby post office.
Li Yuanzhao had already rented a house near the school, and her husband arrived a few days ago, just in time to take care of her during her postpartum period.
It's said that her mother-in-law has also come these past few days.
When Li Yuanzhao gave birth, people like Aunt Wei, Aunt Cheng, Xiao Hu, and Youfu would all bring gifts to visit her.
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