The Rebirth of 88 Begins with a Carpenter

Chapter 857 Although formalistic, but the effect is good

With the help of Ma Mingchao, nearly half of the generous gifts returned to the trunk of the car.

Song Chun and Hong Niang sent out the door.

Holding the two children, caressing and loving them, she was reluctant to let go.

The neighbors of the third team were alarmed.

The door of the Bentley Mulsanne opened.

Seeing this, Yueyue in Wang Feng's arms said obediently, "Goodbye, grandma."

Xiao Jiang in Song Chunhong's arms also imitated: "Goodbye godmother."

Then the chrysalis landed on the ground and got into the car.

Wu Yuan first protected his wife and went to the back row, then waved at Song Chunhong and the third team, got in the car and left.

Watching the taillights of the Bentley Mulsanne drift away.

It wasn't until they disappeared into the boundless night and saw the last couple of Song Chun and Hong Niang that they turned around and returned home.

As soon as she entered the main room, Song Chunhong couldn't wait to say: "Mom, quickly take out the tofu, I'm starving to death."

Wang Feng smiled and said, "Let's eat some pickled vegetables to deal with it. The two children like fried tofu, and they ate them all in one sitting."

Song Chunhong couldn't laugh or cry and said: "These two little greedy cats have no strength, so they really can't be their godmothers."

Pickles are actually not served with rice.

But if the rice is soaked in boiling water, it will be much better.

While planing water to make rice, the two mothers crunched pickled lumps while biting.

Wang Feng smiled and said while eating, "Did you see it? The clothes the two children are wearing today are clothes made by you."

Song Chunhong nodded.

Wang Feng continued: "On this point, Luoyan's mind is stronger than yours. No wonder you and my uncle are not destined to be together!"

"mom!"

"Okay, okay, let's not talk about this." Wang Feng planed a mouthful of rice and said, "But I only accepted the gift because of this."

"Really?" Song Chunhong teased: "I thought you didn't eat and didn't have the strength to push and push with others, so you made such a bad move."

Wang Feng ignored her daughter's ridicule, and chewed a piece of shredded pickle in her mouth, "Luoyan is right, I have to take care of myself, so that I can watch the two children grow up healthily."

on the way back.

In front of the two children, the couple didn't say anything.

After all, now children can speak and learn to speak.

How much still have to pay attention to some.

Back at the small building of the Wu family, Yang Zhishu was still there.

For the old couple, one is sitting on one end of the sofa, and the other is sitting on the other.

No one suffers.

Seeing Wu Yuan and his wife come back, Zhishu Yang shook the coat on his shoulders, got up and said, "I'm leaving."

Liu Hui was busy taking the two children to take a bath and sleep, and had no time to talk to him.

Wu Yuan had no choice but to follow him to the village road behind the small building before turning back.

Silent night.

Liu Hui and the two children went to bed early.

In the bedroom on the first floor, the couple snuggled up together.

Wu Yuan said with lingering fear: "I thought there would be a fierce battle tonight, but in the end..."

Before he could finish speaking, his daughter-in-law Yang Luoyan stepped forward.

The battle is coming!
Wu Yuan wanted to explain, but that's not what he meant.

But when things come to an end, stretching your head is also a shot, and shrinking your head is also a shot.

There is no way to explain the fact that the bullets are not finished.

After the magazine was emptied, Wu Yuan didn't bother to explain, and slept until dawn.

Dawn is the Mid-Autumn Festival, which falls on the fifteenth day of the eighth month in the lunar calendar and the third day in October in the Gregorian calendar.

Although it is one of the four grand festivals in the countryside.

But the class photo is on, and the school photo is on.

Even the reunion dinner of the whole family is scheduled for the evening.

Compassionate, Wu Yuan drove straight to Panpan Furniture Factory early in the morning.

During the festival, he can give himself a day off and not work.

But as a boss, condolences still have to be brought to the front line and down to the grassroots.

It may seem like formalism, but the effect is still good.

Therefore, as soon as the Bentley Mulsanne arrived at the gate of the factory, the door guard Xiaowei was very excited. He stood at attention and saluted, which was very smooth and standard.

Even Lao Su, who was usually squatting in the reception room, stood at the factory gate today.

Seeing the boss's car stop, he immediately went to say hello and greetings.

Sure enough, he received a reward of two packs of cigarettes from the boss, and gave Xiao Wei a pack after changing hands.

Wu Yuan came here to express his condolences, so naturally he didn't care about how many packs of cigarettes.

When the car stopped downstairs, Wu Yuan opened the door to get out of the car and went upstairs.

Since he arrived so early, most offices were still closed.

Only Sang Yu, who lives in the factory, arrived early and was cleaning the office inside and out.

Hearing the sound of footsteps from far to near, Sang Yu couldn't believe it at first, and was busy.

Until Wu Yuan's voice sounded from behind: "Happy Mid-Autumn Festival."

Sang Yu was pleasantly surprised and inexplicably said: "Hello boss, happy Mid-Autumn Festival."

"Are you going home for the holidays today?"

"Well, back."

Sang Yu nodded obediently and replied, then quickly put down the rag and said, "Boss, I'll fetch water and make tea for you."

Sang Yu just left.

In the corridor, there was the sound of clanging high-heeled shoes.

Hearing the rhythm of the high heels hitting the ground, Wu Yuan knew that there was no one else besides his aunt.

Although Zhao Guo and the other girls in the administration department also wore high heels, their steps were much lighter and more delicate.

Not as aggressive as Yang Chenyu.

Yang Chenyu was in a bad mood today.

Since the opening of the Asian Games, Panpan Furniture Factory has welcomed a new round of business explosion.

But after the eruption, the excitement and excitement passed quickly.

The rest is endless arranging production, contacting transportation, and collecting accounts.

It's all work.

Coupled with the fact that today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, this irritability is even more overwhelming.

So when I went upstairs and saw the door of the factory director's office was open, but the little girl from the administration department was not there, I couldn't help but get mad at that time.

He went straight to the factory director's office, ready to make an example of others.

As a result, she never thought that before she reached the door, she heard a familiar voice from inside saying: "Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, big sister."

As soon as Yang Chenyu's momentum dissipated, he immediately lost his defense.

Even with a trembling voice, he said, "Boss, why are you here?"

Wu Yuan casually said: "Mid-Autumn Festival, you all insist on going to work. Isn't it natural for me to come?"

These words sound cold.

The indifference is like a touch of coolness, which goes straight to the bottom of my heart.

In an instant, Yang Chenyu's inner irritability disappeared, and he came back happily and said, "Hmph, you have a conscience!"

This tone is a bit annoying.

But Wu Yuan has long been used to it, looked outside and said, "You've arrived, Second Uncle hasn't arrived yet?"

As soon as he said this, Yang Chenyu laughed even more: "Ever since Second Uncle drove to work by himself, he has never arrived earlier than me. I heard that he drives very slowly, and he is better than Erba Dagang a little."

As soon as the words fell, Yang Guozhu's exasperated voice came from outside and said: "Nonsense, I have already blocked it by hanging two today!"

It doesn't matter if Yang Guozhu shouted.

But it happened to be the time when most of the workers in the building arrived.

So, for a while, the upstairs and downstairs are full of happy air.

(End of this chapter)