That night.
When Cen Yue returned home, he discussed with Song Minghui, "Dad, I'm going to take Yiyi back to live in the city."
Song Yiyi originally planned to stay at home for a few more days.
Or Cen Yueting goes to work.
She lives at home.
But now, having a madman like Song Qiong living next door is always a hidden danger.
Cen Yue is about to go to work.
I don't feel at all comfortable letting Song Yiyi stay in the village.
"OK."
Song Minghui thought for a moment and said, "Come back on the weekend if you want."
Song Yiyi wanted to stay in the village because she had something to do.
But she cares more about her own safety and that of her children.
So I didn't object.
So that night, Song Yiyi pulled Song Minghui aside and talked a lot to the pile of peasant paintings and wine jars.
The two of them were mysterious.
Song Minghui's laughter can be heard from time to time.
Back in the room, Cai Mengjun looked at Song Minghui and found that Song Minghui was visibly in a good mood.
Cai Mengjun asked: "What are you talking about with Yiyi? You look so happy."
Song Minghui kept it a secret, "Big news!"
I didn’t expect that this last night would not be peaceful either.
Sleep until midnight.
Song Yiyi vaguely felt some movement beside her.
"Shhh."
Cen Yue leaned close to Song Yiyi's ear and whispered, "The thief is here again."
Song Yiyi didn't move.
Cen Yue quickly got out of bed in the dark.
Two minutes later, there was a crackling sound outside the yard, as if something was breaking.
This was followed by a man's miserable cry.
Song Yiyi then slowly got up, turned on the light and got out of bed, not forgetting to put on her coat.
Cen Yue is here.
She didn't have any emotional fluctuations throughout the whole process.
Besides, she had discussed with Cen Yue that this thief was most likely not a thief who stole things.
This time the noise was too big.
The neighbors were all alarmed.
Song Minghui opened the gate before anyone knocked on it.
The neighbors swarmed in.
As soon as Song Yiyi went out, she made two "tsk tsk" sounds.
What a pity for her jar of homemade wine.
At this moment, it has been crushed to pieces by the 'thief'.
The wine spilled all over the floor.
The whole yard is filled with the aroma of wine.
The thief was lying on the ground, half of his butt was wet, and he was shouting "ouch ouch".
Maybe it hurts too much.
He tried several times but couldn't get up from the ground.
"Village Chief, what's going on?"
Someone rubbed his sleepy eyes, pointed at the person on the ground and asked, "Who came to your house to steal things?"
As soon as these words were spoken, someone immediately grabbed the hoe from the corner.
Someone was looking for a hemp rope.
"Alright, he stole things and came to our Songjia Village! He didn't ask before coming here. Let's beat him up first!"
"Tie him up first and send him to the police station tomorrow morning!"
Everyone started talking at once and rushed towards the thief.
"I'm not!"
Before Song Minghui could say anything, the thief on the ground shouted confidently, "I'm not a thief! I was next door and was thrown over here!"
The thief also felt aggrieved.
He's not here to steal anything.
He was originally living next door, and he had to climb over the wall to get out. He was flipped over the wall and thrown over here!
The wine jar was smashed.
His waist is about to break.
"Stealing is against the law! I didn't break the law!"
The thief held his head and yelled, his voice full of grievance.
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