I am a cripple in the Siheyuan. Who am I afraid of?

Chapter 297: Keep up with Director Li’s jeep

Qin Huairu gathered her emotions and walked quickly back to the cafeteria. She said something to Sha Zhu, borrowed a bicycle, and rode back to No. 95 Nanluogu Lane.

Song Wu was standing in the middle courtyard, watching the masters laying new tiles on the roof. He heard movement in the hall, turned around and saw Qin Huairu pushing a bicycle and walking over in a hurry.

"Why are you back at this time? Isn't it the busy time at noon?" He asked Qin Huairu strangely.

Jia Zhang also walked out of the room, looking at Qin Huairu with inquiring eyes, and also looked at the bicycle she pushed that she got from nowhere.

Qin Huairu put the bicycle at the door and said to Jia Zhang, "Mom, help me look after the bicycle. I have something to tell Song Wu."

Seeing Qin Huairu's nervous expression, Jia Zhang couldn't help but feel worried.

Song Wu and Qin Huairu came to the original repair shop together. As soon as the door closed, Qin Huairu hugged Song Wu tightly and buried her head on his chest.

Song Wu patted him on the back and asked her: "What's going on?"

"Director Li has bad intentions for me again." Qin Huairu said to Song Wu with her eyes red, her face raised.

Um? "What's going on? You were bullied by him." Song Wu's tone suddenly became sharp.

Qin Huairu said with tears in her eyes: "No, fortunately Liu Lan showed up in time." Then, she told Song Wu in detail what happened today.

Song Wu snorted and sneered twice. It was obvious that Director Li was in a mood of wandering now.

A relaxed smile soon appeared on his face. He stretched out his hand to smooth the broken hair around Qin Huairu's ears. He lowered his head and kissed him gently on the forehead and said, "Go back and work in your class peacefully. It's a mess." , don’t worry about anything else, don’t worry, it will be fine soon.”

Qin Huairu, who was a little frightened today, seemed to be in urgent need of comfort. Seeing that although the repair shop was simple and simple, it was still quiet. He would seize the opportunity to be enthusiastic and relieve his nervous mood.

After a long time, Qin Huairu returned to the middle courtyard to push his bicycle. Mrs. Jia Zhang had been standing by the bicycle. She originally had a worried look on her face, but when she saw Qin Huairu walking over, her posture was obviously not right, as well as the blush on her face and the spring in the corners of her eyes, she suddenly relaxed. Hey, I'm still in the mood to do these things, so it's obviously not a big deal.

However, her mind changed. Could it be that she came back from work at noon just for this matter? This thought made her feel uncomfortable.

When Qin Huairu rode her bicycle back, she felt that the seat was very uncomfortable. She bit her lip and couldn't help but secretly complain that Song Wu was too rude. She had no choice but to be awkward all the way and endured the situation while riding her bicycle back to the steel rolling mill.

When she hurriedly returned to the kitchen door of the first canteen, she happened to see Liu Lan who had also just returned. Qin Huairu looked at Liu Lan's slightly red and swollen lips and half-wet eyes, and thought to herself: "It seems that Liu Lan has tried her best. This Factory Director Li is really not a thing."

Qin Huairu walked up to Liu Lan and said to her with a smile, "I have to say thank you today."

Liu Lan was stunned and pretended to be confused with a smile: "Why are you thanking me? I haven't done anything to help you."

Just when the two of them were playing riddles. Director Li, who had just violently unleashed evil fire on Liu Lan, was sitting in his chair in a daze with a weak look on his face. At this time, he didn't feel comfortable at all. Although his body was limp and weak, he always felt that there was a fire in his heart that couldn't be released, which made him feel uncomfortable.

The phone on the desk rang. Director Li sat up straight in his chair, rubbed his face, and tried his best to regain his high morale, and then picked up the phone receiver.

A few minutes later, Director Li put down the phone with a face full of joy. From time to time, a graceful, charming and charming face flashed in my mind. Qin Huairu is nothing compared to her.

But soon there was a bitter look on his face, "Oh, I shouldn't have let out the firepower I had saved up for so long just now indiscriminately. Now my legs are weak, what should I do?" It’s hard to get an opportunity like today. If you miss it, you may suffer huge losses.

What suddenly occurred to him? He stood up from the chair, pushed the chair aside, and began to rummage through the cabinet behind him. After poking around for several minutes, I finally found a metal flat wine bottle in the corner of the cupboard.

Director Li took the wine bottle into his hand with a look of joy on his face, unscrewed the cap of the bottle, put it under his nose and smelled it, then quickly and carefully screwed the cap back on, and couldn't help but laugh a few times.

Factory Manager Li was reassured. He sat back on the chair, and while playing with the flat metal wine bottle in his hand, he thought in his mind, "Liu Lan can't keep this bitch. Now, seeing her makes me very upset." It's a good thing." Director Li dislikes this feeling of being out of control, and he also doesn't like people who make their own decisions and are disobedient, especially women. This made him feel dangerous.

He was thinking about how to deal with Liu Lan, whether to simply transfer her away, or...

Suddenly, he had an idea. Since he was not going to want Liu Lan anymore, why not make full use of her remaining heat. Director Li suddenly became more energetic. He put the wine bottle in his pocket, stood up from his chair, and walked around the room excitedly. He also took out a cigarette from another pocket and popped one out. After lighting it, I took a deep breath.

The mellow smell of tobacco made him feel extremely comfortable, and the depression caused by Liu Lan just now disappeared without a trace.

After Qin Huairu left, Song Wu cleaned up the repair shop. He couldn't help but look around and thought about the situation just now. "No, this house must be renovated quickly and fully utilized."

Think and act. He immediately ran to the middle courtyard and took the repairman directly to the repair shop.

He described his needs and ideas to his master. The master frowned and thought for a while, smiled and whispered to Song Wu: "Do you want to make it a living room with a fireplace like those Western-style houses in the early years?"

Hey, I didn’t expect that this old man who looked like a country person and was covered in dirt would know so much. Sure enough, people cannot be judged by their appearance. Just now he was afraid that people wouldn't understand these foreign words, so he went round and round and tried his best to describe it in vernacular. After a lot of effort, people had already figured it out.

Song Wu said happily: "That's what I mean. Make a partition to the east and use it as a small bedroom. Install a larger fireplace here and make a circle of comfortable sofas. Repair the doors and windows to keep it warm. Soundproof and safe.”

The master said happily: "Don't worry, now, it turns out that all the dismantled things in the good house are just thrown there. There are very few places that can be used. I will pick up the best ones and put them up for you. But what about the sofa furniture? It’s up to you.”

Song Wu waved his hand, "Just decorate the house. Make partitions and put in cabinets. It is characterized by simplicity, practicality, and good quality." After he handed over the door key to the repair shop to the master, he turned around and returned to the small courtyard behind. He wanted to tell Lou Xiao'e about the decoration of the house ahead. When the house became busy and people were coming and going, he would definitely ask her to pay more attention in the past two days.

As for what Director Li should do? Song Wu decided to fully learn from the successful experience of Xu Damao. For a person who always likes to flirt with women, it is necessary to fundamentally cut off the tool for his evil deeds. If his thoughts are not dead, he can then deal with it further as appropriate.

Song Wu had been waiting in the woods near the entrance of the steel rolling mill in the middle of the afternoon, but he didn't expect that he would miss it today. He had been in the woods for less than 10 minutes when Director Li's jeep drove out of the factory.

Song Wu hurriedly stood up and said to himself: "Thank you for coming so early just in case, otherwise I would have had to wait for a long time."

However, the happy expression on his face soon disappeared, and he frowned tightly. "Both Silly Zhu and Xu Damao are in the car. And they each have their own things to do."

In this situation, you don't need to think too much to know that it seems that you are dragging someone to cook and watch movies for someone. This is not easy to do.

Song Wu took out the bicycle from the space and followed Director Li's jeep from a distance. Bicycles and cars are too hard. Thanks to the jeep in front of me, I didn't seem to be in a hurry today and drove at a slower speed. In addition, I took a lot of alleys, so I didn't dare to drive too fast. Otherwise, Song Wu would have lost track of him on his bicycle.

While Song Wu was exerting force on his legs, he was thinking in his mind that he needed to find a way to get a motorcycle and then put some gasoline and diesel into the space. If you encounter such an emergency again in the future, you don’t have to worry anymore, but the bicycle can no longer keep up with the situation.

Song Wu finally followed the jeep all the way to a high-walled compound near Million Manor.

It was still daylight now, so he could only park far away in the woods near the compound, and just used his senses to follow the jeep into the compound.

Fortunately, the jeep had been heading east on the road in front of the row of houses near the courtyard wall, and it had not yet left his range of perception.

Song Wu kept using his senses and followed the jeep closely until it finally stopped in front of the villa at the end of the road.

Although it is not beyond the range of perception, it has reached the edge of perception, so it is very blurry. From such a distance, Song Wu could no longer notice the specific situation after they entered the villa, which made him feel a little anxious. It was still daylight, the target was too big, and the compound was not an ordinary place, so he had no choice but to Waiting patiently for dark.

Time flies so slowly.

Song Wu finally waited until it got dark, and then he couldn't hold back anymore. He quickly came out of the woods and found a relatively remote place. He started running all the way. After kicking the wall three times, he climbed up the high wall with his hands. Wall top. Holy shit. It hurts so much.

Song Wu's hand was pricked by iron thorns and glass shards on the wall.

The sudden stimulation caught him off guard, and he almost let go of his hand and fell directly from the wall back to the outside. Fortunately, he gritted his teeth and held on. He was cruel, since it hurt, let's do it thoroughly, and simply used his hand again With a strong effort, he turned over without touching the wall and threw himself into the wall.

As soon as Song Wu landed, he couldn't help but think, "No, I have to research auxiliary tools when I go back. I also have to prepare some things like flying tiger claws and wall climbers. At the same time, I have to find ways to exercise and develop." Skills. You can’t just rely on brutality to grow, it’s a bit too rough.”

(End of this chapter)