The girl Song Lan once liked, and still likes now, has a calm and serene gaze, yet reveals an undeniable determination. She exudes an elegant and composed aura, and gives off an impression of unparalleled nobility.
In short, in his eyes, Song Lan is now like a walking beacon of light, unconsciously attracting his attention and making it difficult for him to forget her!
"I'm not arguing with you!"
Yuan Xiaoya grabbed Chen Dongze's hand and cried uncontrollably: "You said you wouldn't do that again, that you wouldn't ignore my feelings anymore, and then... I'll let you go to work!"
"..."
With his lips pressed tightly together, Chen Dongze remained silent for a moment before speaking, "Okay, I agree." At this moment, all he wanted to do was quickly appease Yuan Xiaoya so that he wouldn't continue to be the laughingstock of everyone.
You have to keep your word!
Yuan Xiaoya emphasized.
"Um."
Chen Dongze nodded.
Yuan Xiaoya released his hand, but Chen Dongze didn't stop for a moment and quickly walked away.
At this moment, Song Jiaojiao walked up to Yuan Xiaoya and said sarcastically, "Chen Zhiqing will never like you. No matter what you do, in his heart..."
Before Song Jiaojiao could finish speaking, Yuan Xiaoya slapped her across the face: "Who gave you the audacity to be so sarcastic in front of me?" As soon as she said this, she slapped Song Jiaojiao across the face again.
"Yuan Xiaoya, I'll fight you to the death!"
Having been slapped twice, Song Jiaojiao was furious. At that moment, she couldn't care less about anything else and grabbed Yuan Xiaoya's hair while kicking her.
Soon, the two were wrestling on the ground.
Song Lan rode her bicycle back to the machinery factory, unaware of what had happened in Shisong Village, unaware that Yuan Xiaoya had argued with Chen Dongze because of her, and unaware that Song Jiaojiao and Yuan Xiaoya had gotten into a fight over a disagreement.
Well, even if Song Lan knew, she probably wouldn't react at all.
reason?
What does it have to do with her what other people do?
In other words, in Song Lan's heart, whether it's Chen Dongze, Yuan Xiaoya, or Song Jiaojiao, they are all just irrelevant people!
Machinery factory.
Old residential area.
"Some people are like hogging a toilet without doing their business. Do they think they're so great?"
The person muttering curses was a woman in her forties named Zheng Laidi, who lived next door to Song Lan. Since the courtyards here were separated by wooden fences about a meter high, it was not difficult to see the courtyards of the two neighbors from her own courtyard.
At that very moment, Zheng Laidi stood in the center of her yard, launching into a veiled attack on Song Lan's yard.
Okay, to be more precise, starting yesterday evening, this guy has been standing in the yard cursing and swearing, and he doesn't utter a single clean word.
If Wu Dong hadn't stopped him, Qin Boyan would have rushed out of the house and gone next door to beat up Zheng Laidi.
This wasn't Qin Boyan acting impulsively, nor was it Qin Boyan looking for trouble. It was because Qin Boyan realized from Zheng Laidi's insults that the person being insulted was mostly his older brother.
Even though Zheng Laidi didn't name names, Qin Boyan felt that his guess was probably correct. Otherwise, why would the other party be cursing at his yard for no reason? Why would she say things like "occupying the toilet without doing anything" or "who knows where she came from"?
Although Wu Dong asked Factory Director Zhang to process Qin Yanzheng's onboarding procedures in private, and it could be said that few people in the machinery factory knew about it, Qin Boyan overheard Wu Dong telling Song Lan about it.
Based on this, Qin Boyan knew that his elder brother was currently the deputy director of the machinery factory. Even though he was still in a coma and not on duty, it was a fact that his elder brother held a position in the factory.
Unexpectedly, everything was fine when his family moved into the residential compound, but on the very night he learned that his older brother had become the deputy director of the machinery factory, they suddenly heard veiled insults coming from next door.
Qin Boyan was so angry that his eyes were practically spitting fire.
Wu Dong advised from the side: "There is a sick person at home, and the other party did not name names. It is best not to act impulsively, so as not to make a big fuss. If the other party denies that they made veiled accusations, they will become the party in the right."
In short, if Wu Dong hadn't tried to persuade and stop her, Zheng Laidi would definitely have been beaten to a pulp by Qin Boyan.
But right now, Qin Boyan is at school, well, it's Qin Boyan, Qin Yaxin, and the two younger ones who are all at school, while Wu Dong and Qin Yanzheng, who is still in a "coma" lying in bed, are at home.
He could faintly hear Zheng Laidi's cursing voice again, and Wu Dong's brows furrowed so deeply they could almost trap a fly.
However, he was bound by discipline, and his words and actions could not be casual.
This really stifled Wu Dong!
He's not stupid; he could tell which one Zheng Laidi was cursing.
"Say something! Why aren't you saying anything? Tell everyone why you're hogging the toilet without doing your business! Bah! You shameless bastard, you just popped out without a word and stole my land, look how big you are!"
Zheng Laidi stomped her feet and cursed incessantly in the yard, completely ignoring the people peering into her yard.
"My man has both seniority and ability. This job should have been his, but you shameless bastard stole it from him. Let me tell you, if you don't want me to yell at you every day, you'd better go back to where you came from and stop acting tough in our machine factory!"
"Mom, I want to eat cookies."
A little boy, about four or five years old, with dark skin and a chubby build, ran into Zheng Laidi's yard, covered in sweat, and asked Zheng Laidi for food.
His name is Cui Jiabao, and he is the youngest son of Zheng Laidi and her husband.
"Eat, eat, eat! What do you know besides eating? You're just occupying the toilet without doing anything! Get out of my way, you good-for-nothing!"
She scolded her youngest son, whom she always doted on, but wasn't this just Zheng Laidi making veiled criticisms all along?
"I'm going to tell my dad that you insulted me, that you're a bad person, a wicked woman, and that when he gets home from get off work, I'll have him beat you to death!"
Cui Jiabao had never been scolded before. This was the first time he had ever been scolded, and it was by his own mother. The chubby boy couldn't stand this injustice, so he put his hands on his hips and glared at Zheng Laidi.
"Little brother, Mom didn't scold you. Come on, come to your room with your third sister. Your third sister has something fun for you."
Zheng Laidi's third daughter, Cui Sanya, came to the courtyard, picked up her younger brother, Cui Jiabao, and went back into the house.
"What good things do you have for Jiabao? Go away, get out of here, put my Jiabao down, I'll take him to get some cookies."
Upon hearing Zheng Laidi's words, before Cui Sanya could even put Cui Jiabao down, Cui Jiabao struggled violently, shouting, "You worthless thing, let me go! I want to eat cookies!"
Just as Zheng Laidi turned to chase after her daughter Cui Sanya, intending to take her precious son from her arms, Song Lan pushed her bicycle to the gate of her own yard. Seeing several middle-aged women standing outside her gate, she couldn't help but ask, "Aunties, what are you looking at?"
Nothing happened at her house!
"Who are you……"
One of the women watching the commotion turned her gaze to Song Lan. Seeing that Song Lan was an unfamiliar face, she couldn't help but guess Song Lan's identity.
"My name is Song Lan, and this is my home."
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