As it got late, Aunt Li and several women in the village who were in charge of cooking for the construction team came over with buckets for the evening's meals.

Seeing Song Laohan sitting on the side of the road smoking dry cigarettes, and there were blood marks on his face that were scratched out by Lu Youshan, no one dared to speak out.

Hey, the first time I saw Song Wenjun's father, she married Lu Yunting three years ago, and she came here with a burden, and her parents never came.

This old man, eighty percent saw that his daughter was developed, and came to ask Wen Jun for money.

Every family has a scripture that is difficult to read, and outsiders can only guess, in this case, what should Wenjun do?

"Girl, shall I send that old man for you?" Lin Deshui said.

"Don't worry about him, he likes to sit there, just let him sit enough, go, eat."

She plans to make a steaming and baking machine, and tomorrow she plans to go to the provincial capital to see if she can buy all the parts she needs, make a sample first, and try to sell it.

"Okay, I know what to do!"

Lin Deshui wanted her to have an attitude, and he also knew a lot about how the old couple of the Song family treated Song Wenjun.

The eccentric eye is biased to the horizon, why is the girl bad? He likes girls, and when he gets married in the future, he will have girls, and he doesn't like boys yet.

"Eat and eat, hurry up and wash your hands and eat, everyone has worked hard today." Lin Deshui greeted the people in the house.

He walked up to Old Man Song and stood a few steps away.

"Uncle, you sit on the side, here we have to set the table."

"What about Song Wenjun? Is she hiding from me? Tell her to come out, I'm her father, she treats me like this, aren't you afraid of thunder and thunder? ”

"I said, uncle, what's the matter with you? If you talk about something, Sister Wenjun is so busy all day and night that she can't even eat, this person wants to see her, that person wants to see her, they all come like this, how can she have time to do her own thing? ”

"What are you talking about? I don't understand a word. ”

"That's it, if you want to see Wen Jun, make an appointment when she is not busy, from now on, I will be Wen Jun's secretary, if you want to see her, you have to arrange it through me."

Old man Song trembled angrily.

"Okay, tell me, when will she have time?"

Lin Deshui took out a Tianzi grid book from his trouser pocket, crumpled and crumpled with a list of materials he had purchased to build the factory these days.

"I'll see...... Emma, Wenjun is too busy, you can come back after the New Year. ”

What!

Isn't that too much deception?

"Who are you? Did Song Wenjun ask you to say this? ”

"My name is Lin Deshui, and Sister Wenjun told me to leave you alone, but I saw that you were an eyesore, so I wanted to be angry with you."

"Lin, Lin Deshui?"

Isn't the daughter-in-law's own brother called that?

"You're Qianqian's younger brother?"

"Yes, my sister is Lin Qianqian, but I don't like her, and she doesn't like me, so we don't get along."

Okay, no wonder his in-laws came to the island and didn't live at his house, this was deliberately giving him eye medicine.

How? Are he and his wife bad for Lin Qianqian? It's almost in the palm of your hand, what do you want!

Daigo was empowered, and he finally knew why the dead girl suddenly became angry, and he didn't even call his father, but called him "uncle".

It turned out that Lin Weidong and his family were playing tricks behind their backs, maybe Song Wenjun gave them the money to build a house.

The more I thought about it, the more I realized that it was possible, Song Laohan's face was as black as the ash at the bottom of the pot, and he couldn't help grinding his back molars and said, "You wait, I won't just forget it." ”

Lin Deshui touched the back of his neck suspiciously, why did the old man look like he had picked up his ancestral grave when he left?