"Yang Peifeng, from today on, you are the general manager. Do your job well."
Yang Peifeng was so happy in his heart. The general manager's annual salary was 300,000 yuan after tax, which was more than enough to support a family of five.
From that day on, Yang Peifeng felt that he had endless energy and was full of vigor, and his work became easier.
Zhao Hairong's case is still under investigation, but the company's bad debts were discovered. Song Xijiao took the opportunity to steal the company's loopholes and handed them over to the police. This was a considerable gain.
Song Hua cursed so filthy that the bulletproof glass shook. If they hadn't stopped her, she would have rushed in and beaten Zhao Hairong up.
Zhao Hairong refused to give in and started swearing at Song Hua through the glass.
"I didn't lie to you. You wanted to do it. You're stupid, but you blame others."
Zhao Hairong lives next door to Lin Qingrou, who adds fuel to the fire.
"He lied to you. He would have ordered some girls a long time ago. I'm just one of them."
If Lin Qingrou doesn't have a good life, no one else will have a good life either.
Even if I die, I will annoy them for the rest of my life.
"He also said that after giving birth, your belly was so loose and flabby that it looked disgusting, and that your breasts were shaped like two old pumpkins, and he couldn't kiss them..."
“…”
“…”
Song Hua was so angry that she almost vomited blood. She had not forgotten what a mess she had made with her family because of Zhao Hairong.
The three of them exposed each other's shortcomings, which made the police laugh.
Song Xijiao also told Zhao Hairong a secret, "Zhao Ruobin is not Cao Weixiong's child, nor is he your child. He is the child of Lin Qingrou and Cao Weixiong's assistant. The last paternity test was changed by the assistant, and this time it was changed by me. If I don't let him in, how can I disrupt the game?"
"Song Xijiao, you are such a disobedient person."
"I should have killed you in the first place, you ungrateful bastard."
Zhao Hairong roared and tried to rush over, but there was a sharp crackling sound on the glass. He was pressed down on a chair by the police, with two policemen holding down his left and right arms respectively.
He struggled, but to no avail.
Zhao Hairong and Lin Qingrou were sentenced to life imprisonment. If nothing unexpected happens, they will spend the rest of their lives in prison.
Chen Huo invited Pei Zhiting to dinner. There was another woman sitting next to him, and he served the food to her like a gentleman.
Song Xijiao was horrified when she thought about it. Perhaps in his eyes, Lin Qingrou was just a white shirt that could be discarded and replaced at will.
Song Xijiao touched the corners of her eyes, where there were already faint fine lines. She had been with Pei Zhiting for four years.
"Pei Zhiting, will I become an inconspicuous white shirt in your closet?"
"No, you are unique, a limited edition."
Song Xijiao burst into laughter. She took off her glasses and wiped her eyes. "I'm old, and there are wrinkles around my eyes."
Pei Zhiting came closer and said, "I am old too, so I am just the right age to match you."
Song Xijiao's face turned slightly red, which was the shyness of a young girl.
Time flies by, and in this era of rapid technological development, everything is becoming more and more extreme, such as skin care products, which aim to stop premature aging before a certain age and avoid accelerated aging after a certain age.
But no matter what, I can't stop the passage of time. The once youthful face is no longer there. Standing in front of the mirror, I can only sigh that no matter how well I take care of myself, it can't resist the passage of time.
And Song Xijiao finally lived her own life.
She no longer depends on anyone and can stand on her own.
It was raining, another summer thunderstorm. The rain hit the windows with a crackling sound, and the raindrops as big as beans hit the windows, splashing water.
The persimmon tree has grown again, the mud house is about to collapse, and there are only a few people guarding the village.
Song Xijiao knelt in front of the mourning hall, listening to the mournful songs played by the suona.
Fortunately, public housing was built in the village.
She ran from one end of the village to the other, and then walked from the upper village to the lower village, knocking on the doors of every household.
There are so many houses, but only one old man is left alone.
They seem to have been forgotten by this fast-paced era, and just sit at the door in a daze every day.
Song Xijiao was walking on the path with emotion when she saw a family of four coming towards her. She spoke tentatively.
"Gou Dan."
Zhao Zhihu is the kid next door, and we played together when we were young.
He took a step back, "Who... who are you? How do you know my name is Goudan?"
When he was born, he was very small. The old people in the village said that a humble name would make it easier to raise a child. But so many years have passed, and few people know that his name is Goudan.
"I'm the one whose braids you pulled."
"Oh, Zhao Xijiao."
What did she eat? The big black girl grew into a white door panel.
Song Xijiao recalled that when she was little, she was in the same class with Zhao Zhihu. During recess, she took out a full jar of snot bubble gum and blew a big bubble. Zhao Zhihu saw it and insisted on pulling it out. She quarreled with him while pulling the bubble.
"This is your child!" She took out two red envelopes and stuffed them into Zhao Zhihu's hands. "Take this and buy some candy for your child."
Zhao Zhihu hurriedly refused, "No, no, this is not good."
Song Xijiao sighed, "Just take it if I tell you to. Besides, I need your help with something. My grandmother passed away, and she wants to be buried with her family. But I don't really understand the funeral process. Can you help me?"
Zhao Zhihu didn't even think twice and said, "Okay, leave it to us."
“Mom, Mom…”
Song Xijiao looked up the hillside and saw two people and a cow running towards her along a winding path.
After Doudou came here, he would climb every tree he saw. His father Pei Zhiting also climbed trees with him. Whenever he saw a blade of grass, he would take out his mobile phone to identify it.
Pei Zhiting had never lived in the countryside before, and he had never imagined that there was such a paradise outside the world. There was no car exhaust, no noise, no bright lights and no shopping malls. There was only curling smoke from cooking...
"What did you do?"
Pei Zhiting started to argue, "Maodou asked me to roll around in the fields with him. I refused, so he pushed me in."
Doudou and Maodou turned around with contemptuous looks on their faces.
Song Xijiao saw through it but didn't say anything. She held back her laughter and looked at Zhao Zhihu.
"Does your house have solar power? I might need to use the bathroom to take a shower."
Zhao Zhihu laughed and said, "Yes, yes, I'll take you there."
The solar panel in Zhao Zhihu's house is quite big and new.
Pei Zhiting was basking in the sun in the yard, and Maodou put his head on his lap and slept quietly with his eyes closed. Before he knew it, the surroundings gradually became noisy. It turned out that the children around him had got up to watch the fun.
"You can pet it and sleep on its belly. It won't push you."
Still a clingy monster.
The children were curious and lay on Maodou, touching him and even riding on him. Maodou whimpered in comfort, his eyes narrowed into slits and his little tail swung back and forth.
"What's its name?"
“It’s called edamame.”
"Does it like to be clean?"
"It's very clean and takes a bath every day."
"Does it like to eat carrots?"
"Well, it only likes to eat grass, and the tenderest parts."
Zhao Zhihu married his wife, Wenli, from the next village. He prepared a large table of dishes for dinner.
"These are all specialties of our place, please eat more."
Song Xijiao smiled and said, "Okay, thank you, sister-in-law."
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