Of course, Meng Weijun knew who Wang Zhengguo was. Wang Zhengguo's eldest brother is from the county party committee! Their father is a student of his grandfather, and this old man Wang has everything he needs to do with the Song family. If it weren't for the Song family's strict management in this regard, he would have gone to this old man to find some benefits Xiaorong's boyfriend? Wang Zhengguo?!! Wang Zhengguo is already married!!

Song Ersheng continued, "A few days ago, when I went to pick up my sister from school with Sister Nana, I saw a person wearing a red turban at my uncle's grave, and we all saw it. It turned out that it was Sister Rong, I saw that red bandana in her today, Brother Dajun, is this grave really blown up by Sister Rong? I don't tell the police uncle, am I a bad boy?"

Meng Weijun's head buzzed, and his back was numb. Xiao Rong got together with Wang Zhengguo's married man, and they went to the grave for a tryst? So the person who blew up the grave and the one who buried the dead cat, aren't they alone? Could it be that someone discovered Xiao Rong's ugly story and warned them? Or did someone on Wang Zhengguo's side make trouble?

Song Ersheng looked at Meng Weijun's frantic eyes, and his heart was very calm. He continued to say cautiously, "Actually, I picked up this at my aunt's door just now, I thought it was waste paper and wanted to light a fire for Sister Rong, but Sister Rong ignored me, so I took it back." But just now I found out that there is a red handprint on it, Brother Dajun, is this waste paper? Can you help me put it back? It's right there in front of my aunt's house."

Meng Weijun was in no mood to look at these things at all, but he really needed to do something to calm himself down and distract himself now, so he took it mechanically, and after glancing at it, the whole person lost his strength and sat down on the ground

It's over.

Xiao Rong's ugly story was known. This is Xiao Rong's handwriting

Meng Weijun suddenly came to his senses, grabbed them and looked at them carefully, and after that, he was covered with cold sweat.

It's really over.

If Xiao Rong is poked out, her own job will not be saved, and even his and Xiaozhu's mother's jobs will not be saved. Xiaozhu Ma's unit is now grading the house, and it's the time when the key is going to die!!

Meng Weijun's back was wet, and he swallowed several mouthfuls of spit, calm and calm. Since this thing was written by Xiao Rong, it is impossible for her to tear it off and throw it around, so it should be torn off by her mother. In addition, if you get this, why do you blow up the grave and bury the dead cat? Just take this, it's the best evidence!!

Yes, yes, there is still a chance to save it, Mom knows? Otherwise, she wouldn't have let Xiao Rong go home, why was she so confused!! Xiao Rong was so shameless!!Did the person who did this kind of thing want to scare people and warn people? Or did she want to do something? No, it was Xiao Rong who blew up the grave, Xiao Rong's red turban, Xiao Rong's red turban! Wang Zhengguo, this bastard thing, just bullied my sister!! why did Xiao Rong blow up the grave? Did she blow it up? Who did the dead cat?

Meng Weirong's brain capacity was insufficient, and he thought about it a lot one after another.

Song Ersheng lowered his head and seemed to say to himself, "If I don't tell the police uncle about the red turban, then Sister Rong won't be taken away by the police uncle? If she is taken away, is it the same as the one who played on the point, and she has to be handcuffed? I don't want Sister Rong to be handcuffed, Sister Rong works so well, and she is taken away by the police uncle, what should I do with my work?

At this time, many factories are facing closure, and many public units have greatly exceeded the number of employees required for actual positions due to previous historical reasons. Under these circumstances, being able to fire employees openly and without paying any compensation is the dark and careful wish of many leaders that Wang Zhengguo will not be able to keep his position, let alone herself, with the bad degree of Meng Weirong's matter.

And Meng Weijun and his wife and Meng Weicheng, even if they themselves are not wrong, there are people who want to squeeze them out and report to the leaders. Gently pressing the hand above, the future of this work is basically wasted. The issue of style is originally big or small, and there are too many articles that can be done

What is the style of the Song family, everyone knows very well. Meng Weijun definitely didn't dare to expect that the Song family would reach out to help when the time came. It would be nice not to kill them

Song Ersheng pinched Meng Weijun's weakness -- his work prospects.

Even if the aunt didn't agree to go to the thunder, she wanted to use other methods, such as threatening Wang Zhengguo and the like, as a reason for their family to get out. But Meng Weijun, who is cautious and can't afford to lose, will not agree. He will never allow the slightest flaw in his work prospects

Yes!!What should I do at work!!!What should I do at work!!Meng Weijun's eyes flashed a hint of fierceness, Xiao Rong can't have anything to do!! If she has something to do, the whole family will be finished! Xiao Rong's ugly thing must not be exposed! What should I do? What should I do and ask her if she blew up the grave? Now it's all spreading, everyone is asking about it, and if there is a little rumor, it will be ruined

What to do

Meng Weijun raised his head and looked at his mother, who was sitting with his grandmother and aunt, bowing his head and not speaking, since his mother knew about Xiaorong, why didn't he stop her? Looking at the current situation, someone must be hiding in the dark in the palm of his hand, waiting to see the jokes of their family, waiting to see their family lose their jobs and die

Absolutely not!!!

Meng Weijun stood up, touched Song Ersheng's head casually, and said gently, "How can you lie to the police uncle? Sanqian is so smart and sensible, you should tell the police uncle everything you know, these waste papers are useless, big brother help you throw them away." Tell the police uncle about the red turban you saw in the graveyard, as it was, 1510, and tell the policeman, do you know?

Song Ersheng smiled slightly, "Okay~~~"

Meng Weijun came back with Song Ersheng in his arms, and after putting her down, he called Aunt Song away. Song Ersheng didn't look at their mother and son.

"Grandma, where is my uncle?" asked Song Ersheng. (To be continued.) )