Song Lan suggested that Li Jumei stay.
"How come your dad and I are alright?!"
Li Jumei said, "Your dad is the brigade accountant, he's busy every day. I have to go to work in the fields, otherwise, our family won't get much grain when it's time to distribute it."
Seeing Song Sanhe come out of the living room, Li Jumei said to Song Lan, "Take good care of yourself, go to work with peace of mind, and live a good life with your son-in-law. If anything happens, just call our brigade headquarters. Your dad is usually at the brigade headquarters."
Seeing that her mother was determined, Song Lan did not try to stop her. She nodded and smiled, saying, "Okay."
After seeing Song Sanhe and his wife, along with Song Qingbin, off to the gate of the courtyard with Qin Yanzheng, Song Lan watched as Song Qingbin carried his elderly mother on a bicycle, while his elderly father rode alone, and Qin Boyan and his sister rode away into the distance. Then, Song Lan turned her gaze away.
"It's getting late, I have to go to work. What about you?"
Song Lan turned her gaze to Qin Yanzheng and Wu Dong and asked.
"You go ahead, Wu Dong and I will take Xiao Wu and Xiao Liu to kindergarten, and then we'll go to the office."
Qin Yanzheng responded with a gentle look in his eyes and a smile on his lips.
"Okay, I'll go get the car. Don't forget to lock the door when you leave."
Song Lan gave instructions.
Qin Yanzheng nodded to indicate that he understood.
Goodbye, sister-in-law!
Like lucky cats, the two little ones waved their little hands at the same time as Song Lan pushed her bicycle out of the courtyard gate.
"goodbye."
Song Lan smiled, said goodbye to Qin Yanzheng and Wu Dong, and rode away on her bicycle.
"Let's set off too."
Qin Yanzheng spoke.
Wu Dong responded.
The two little ones stood on either side of Qin Yanzheng's wheelchair, carrying small schoolbags, looking incredibly well-behaved.
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Watching the two little ones being led into the kindergarten gate by their teacher, Qin Yanzheng looked away and was pushed by Wu Dong towards the machinery factory.
In fact, his office was not located inside the machinery factory; the so-called office was merely a facade, just as his position as deputy director of the machinery factory was nominal.
Qin Yanzheng's actual workplace at the machinery factory was located in an underground factory on the back mountain of the factory.
There is a special route to this place, which is known only to the people working in the underground factory; no one else in the machine factory knows about it.
When Qin Yanzheng arrived at his office building, a Jeep was already parked there. This car was specifically for taking Qin Yanzheng to the underground factory.
After sitting in the back seat, Wu Dong folded up the wheelchair and placed it in the car. Once Wu Dong was seated in the passenger seat, the car started and quickly drove away.
"Engineer Qin is here!"
"Um."
"Hello, Engineer Qin!"
"Hello."
"Mr. Qin, do you think this assembly is done properly?"
The underground factory occupies a considerable area, and all the workers, technicians, researchers, and others inside, including Qin Yanzheng, have signed confidentiality agreements.
Wu Dong was no exception.
Not far in front of Qin Yanzheng, there was a large machine being assembled, which looked like an airplane.
Okay, it is indeed an airplane, but a special type of aircraft.
It is worth mentioning that a force of a thousand men is stationed near the underground factory, and there are also dedicated guards at the entrance and inside the underground factory.
In short, the security was very tight, which shows how highly confidential the contents of the underground factory were.
It is often said that men are most charming when they are working, and this is certainly true.
For example, if Qin Yanzheng were to work so diligently right now, it would surely amaze countless young girls in modern times, making them infatuated, shouting that they wanted to have Qin Yanzheng's babies, and regarding Qin Yanzheng as their male god.
Unfortunately, this famous plant already has an owner!
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Staff hospital.
Song Lan had just removed the IV needle from a patient who had finished their IV drip in the late afternoon when the head nurse called her to her office.
"Nurse Song, do you know why I called you over?"
The head nurse was a middle-aged woman in her forties. She wasn't very tall, about 1.6 meters, and slightly overweight. At first glance, she seemed very kind, but in reality, she wasn't easy to get along with.
"have no idea."
Song Lan responded.
"Are you sure you don't know?"
Zhang Hongying stared at Song Lan with a stern expression: "You are very beautiful, that's common knowledge in our hospital, but you can't be arrogant just because you're beautiful, argue with your colleagues over trivial matters, and make a scene in the hospital."
Upon hearing this, Song Lan felt bewildered. She asked, "I wonder who the head nurse heard this from? First of all, I have never been arrogant because of my appearance, nor do I think that being good-looking means I can do whatever I want. Besides, appearance is given to me by my parents, and it is not a capital for me to show off or ignore others."
Secondly, I have never initiated any arguments with any colleagues, nor have I ever caused a scene in the hospital. If the head nurse wants to reprimand me, she can simply explain the situation clearly. If it was my fault, I admit it; if it wasn't, please don't wrongly accuse me.
"I didn't expect Nurse Song to be so quick-witted."
Zhang Hongying had no good feelings towards women who were too good-looking, believing that all beautiful women were vixens who only thought about seducing men.
reason?
Her husband cheated on her ten years ago, and even though he later apologized, they are still married.
But Zhang Hongying felt disgusted whenever she thought about how her husband had been involved with other women, and found him utterly repulsive.
He betrayed her simply because another woman was prettier than her, not only having an affair with that woman but also getting her pregnant.
To avoid embarrassment for both of them, the mistress was paid off, and the couple watched as she went into the operating room and had her unborn child removed.
But marriage is like a mirror; once it's broken, it's broken. Even if you glue it back together, the cracks will still remain.
It's simply impossible for the couple to return to their previous relationship.
Therefore, Zhang Hongying blamed all the problems in her marriage on the woman her husband was having an affair with.
She thought the other woman was being shameless, taking advantage of her looks to seduce her man.
But why doesn't she think about the fact that it takes two to tango?
If her husband wasn't a womanizer, who could have seduced him?
"Is it true that you had an argument with Nurse Wang?"
Is it true that you were making noise in the hallway?
She's a vixen; she doesn't look respectable at all. I don't know how such a slut became a nurse.
“Head Nurse, it’s not that I want to argue with Nurse Wang, it’s that Nurse Wang picked a fight with me for no reason that day. Should I just put up with it and let her slander and defame me?”
Furthermore, I didn't speak loudly at the time; I only argued with Nurse Wang for a couple of minutes and asked her to apologize. Quite a few people knew about this that day. If the head nurse doesn't believe me, she can go and ask around.
Song Lan said calmly, "If the head nurse has nothing else to do, I need to go to work."
Turning around, Song Lan prepared to leave.
Did I tell you to leave?
Zhang Hongying slammed her hand on the table and said sternly, "I'm the head nurse. Do you think I can't tell you what's wrong?"
Song Lan turned around, her eyes calm and indifferent. She said expressionlessly, "As the head nurse, you have the right to finish speaking, but only if I was in the wrong first. I have already explained to you that I did not have an argument with Nurse Wang."
I merely argued with her about her slander and defamation of me, and asked her to apologize. If anyone is at fault in this matter, shouldn't it be Nurse Wang?
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