I squatted at the train station for three days, worked as a porter for three days, and earned three yuan.

Sleeping in the bridge cave at night, cold cakes in the well water during the day, and finally waiting for Sun Lili on the third day.

From a poor egg to a little rich woman overnight, Sun Lili's approach is the same as that of most material women, first go to the store to consume, then perm her hair, and dress up brightly.

"Sun Lili, where are you going? What about my design? ”

Suddenly clamped by a big hand, Sun Lili's first reaction was to run away.

"What are you doing? Who do you want to scare to death? Finding out that it was her own man, Sun Lili gave him an angry look.

"Why are your paws so dirty? Stay away from me and don't stain my clothes. Sun Lili took two steps back in disgust and dusted off her body.

"Stinky, where did you get the money? Did you sell the design draft? Sold to whom? What about money? ”

Yu Fuhecai didn't care about her newly bought clothes and new hairstyle, pulled her freshly permed hair curls, dragged them aside, and slapped her up, which made Sun Lili dizzy.

"You—you hit me?" Sun Lili covered her face, like crazy, and scratched Yu Fuhe's face with her long nails.

"I'll fight with you!"

The two in-laws staged a full martial arts line when they didn't agree with each other, this is Rongcheng, a metropolis, and the people on the street looked at them in surprise, and no one stepped forward to persuade them.

Seeing that there were many people in front of him, Qiu Jianhua said to himself, "What's wrong?" What's going on? ”

Today, Song Wenjun is going home, she upgraded the Feiyue brand TV set of the eighth factory to be remotely controlled, with eight more channels, and the workers are full of admiration and enthusiasm, after all, the economic benefits are good, and their pockets are also bulging.

"Manager Qiu, it seems to be Yu Fuhe." The secretary next to him said in surprise.

Squeezed into the crowd to take a look, isn't it, Yu Fuhe was pressed under his crotch by his wife, and his face was about to be scratched into a blood gourd.

"Comrade Song, look at this ......"

He took the initiative to admit to Song Wenjun that he did see Yu Fuhe holding her lost design draft and persuaded her to report the case, but Song Wenjun said no.

If she didn't report such a big incident, she must have taken care of Yu Fuhe's face, after all, they were all from the same place.

"Oh, let's stand over there and watch the fun."

Song Wenjun found a step, anyway, there is still some time before the train departs, it is not bad to watch the fight, and it is good to relax appropriately.

Qiu Jianhua couldn't cry or laugh, it seems that she didn't treat Yu Fuhe as a fellow countryman.

That guy almost killed himself, he didn't care, just follow the fun.

In the end, it was the comrades from the station police station who came over and took the two of them away, and order was restored to the surroundings.

"Manager Qiu, Director Lu can't come over often, the eighth factory is actually managed by you, you have to spend more time, and I will come back in a month to bring new products to the eighth factory."

"Comrade Wenjun, hard work!"

Now Qiu Jianhua has completely let go of the burden in his heart, and he is completely convinced of the two of them, the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, he sighs to himself, and being in a high position will only make people laugh.

After a week of leaving, the foundation of the family's house was laid, and the materials for building the house were piled up everywhere.

"Mom, Zhiqiang is sick with you, you are a son, you are angry with him, who do you find to give you a pension?"

Zhao Yuqin's brain hurt, knowing that her mother-in-law was not a thing, she didn't want to be like her, and the quarrel between the two could only block Lu Zhiqiang.

But Wang Cui'e went too far, in front of the villagers, she poured water on her own son, and made him sick and couldn't get up from the kang.

"I'm, I have to bear it for me to beat him and scold him."

"Wenjun asked Zhiqiang to manage the construction of the house, but he didn't let you take care of it, you don't know a single big character, can you understand the drawings? Zhiqiang said that you don't want to listen, just splash him with dirty water, are you still his own mother? ”