My Lord, you need to stand up!

Chapter 548 Who hasn't had some emotional fluctuations yet?

As a result, Dong Xueqing made a breakthrough by putting the family of three, whom Wei Dong had become accustomed to sleeping, to bed that night.

So this kind of thing is like a rotten apple spoiling the whole barrel; once it's tainted, everything turns yellow.

The little one is trying to interrupt, isn't he?

Shen Cuiyue taught Dong Xueqing that when the Japanese soldiers entered the village, they should not fire their guns. They should not pretend to be asleep and wait until the child was fast asleep before getting to work.
Fengchu had never meticulously planned or schemed for these things before; he was utterly ashamed.

Her sister often expressed her frustration and disappointment, but of course, she was also a novice who hadn't been taught anything.

On the contrary, outsiders like Shen Laosan, whose family upbringing was a mess, dared to speak out and incite others.

Actually, it would be simple if you just pointed out the obvious; Dong Xueqing isn't stupid.

That night, he pretended to have some documents to look at and told the two of them to go to sleep first. He then watched a videotape at Shen Cuiyue's place and secretly told his fake best friend that he had that kind of videotape.

Shen Laosan immediately requested to learn from advanced foreign experiences.

In the end, I realized it was all just pretentious nonsense, a bunch of vague and unclear stuff with no real action.

You might as well watch a martial arts movie about murder and robbery.

Actually, video screening rooms had already started appearing in the outside world at this time, and Dong Xueqing had asked if she wanted to contribute her video recorder to the factory.

Shen Cuiyue said that if videos are played all the time, some people will become addicted to them and won't want to go to work to fix screws.

Wei Dong's concern is more about policy. Video arcades are still a matter of strict management with a borderline nature. Didn't you see the Spring Festival Gala just featured a story about a brother-in-law who secretly played videos and got arrested by his brother-in-law? He shouldn't give people something to talk about now.

If they accuse you of something like "gathering a crowd to watch," he doesn't want to be delivering jail food to those shady characters.

So it became a home theater, and they even planned to ask Qin Yuye to bring back more videotapes from Hong Kong.

In short, Dong Xueqing returned with her face flushed, and sure enough, the father and son were already fast asleep. She then quietly snuggled into Wei Dong's arms.

He even learned the flirting techniques taught by Shen Laosan and acted accordingly, which was quite easy for him.

Even if Wei Dong hadn't been drinking, he would have known everything about him even when he woke up in a daze.

Fengchu, her face flushed with shyness, reached out and covered his mouth, trying her best to remind her brother-in-law what to do.

The thrill of sneaking around without waking the child already raises the excitement level to an extremely high level, and during this special period, it's even more combined with the novelty of the actual wedding night.

The couple were both satisfied for most of the night.

The next day, without even asking or looking closely, Shen Laosan shook his head helplessly: "Why is she like this again... I told her to be moderate."

Wei Dongcai finally realized, "You taught him that?!"

Shen Cuiyue didn't hide anything: "The balance of Yin and Yang is a matter of course, but you can't get too addicted to this. Your energy, spirit, and physical health are all important."

Wei Dong stared at Jianghu Mei: "I will be good to anyone with all my heart. Even though I have misplaced my affections twice, I still believe that Xiao Qing will be wholeheartedly devoted to me. So what do you want? I will not let you suffer, but I will not let you delay either."

Shen Cuiyue stared at him without blinking, then slowly smiled and said, "With your words, Master, my life has been worthwhile. There's still a long way to go, and you'll eventually realize that there are many kinds of wholehearted devotion. People's hearts are vast, and it's your rejection of me that hurts my heart."

Their eyes met.

From being tricked into a honey trap to surviving under a bridge, and then reuniting with a street vendor, we've been to Hong Kong, Beijing, and Shanghai. We've shared everyday moments and experienced violence together, but it seems we've never looked at each other like this before.

That's right, even after more than sixty years, Wei Dong had never looked into a woman's eyes like that before.

There was neither the urge to pull down pants that filled his eyes, nor the entanglement of infatuation; it was simply the first time he genuinely wanted to see what was going on in those eyes.

There was no dodging, no hiding, they just stared at each other.

Just a moment ago, Wei Dong thought that the human heart was very big, but now he felt that the human eye was much bigger, with pupils like abysses that could hold all emotions.

It seems like you can see into very, very deep places.

They didn't say anything, just stood there looking at each other from inside and outside the car door.

Shen Cuiyue, who was standing outside, was even taller. She maintained that faint smile, but her body was already leaning against the driver's window to keep standing.

It was a feeling Wei Dong had never experienced before. He felt a slight tingling on his scalp, followed by a tingling sensation in his chest, and his head started buzzing.

I don't know how much time passed, but Xiaodie next to me got impatient and started gesturing wildly, but no one paid any attention to her. Suddenly she squeezed out, "Holy crap!"

Wei Dong was stunned for a few seconds before he heard his daughter's series of exclamations: "Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit..."

As if pulled from a dream, I was surprised to find my chest pounding wildly. I glanced at the woman with her elbow on the car window, and she seemed unchanged. Her face was not flushed, her eyes were not sparkling, and there was only that faint smile.

He reached out and poked the forehead, then shifted his attention away from the curse: "Hey, hey, hey, how can a young girl use such a word? Call her Dad! Who is this? Call her Aunt Yue..."

He desperately tried to overcome the physical sensations he had just experienced by using the surprise of his daughter talking.

Yes, at that moment he truly felt his heart, which had been beating steadily for over sixty years, was pounding violently like never before.

Wei Dong looked at his daughter, forcing a joyful expression to celebrate, but a smirk played on his lips: "Not bad, your skills have improved a lot now, much better than when you were at the alley entrance. Don't use your skills on me next time, damn it, come on, say damn it again!"

The kid glared at his dad, but he could definitely communicate now, from his eyes and gestures to his mouth: "Holy crap!"

She had that helpless, expressionless look, which somehow made Wei Dong laugh until his stomach hurt.

He then secretly glanced at her. Shen Cuiyue still had that indifferent expression, as if she had never changed, but she keenly caught Wei Dong's gaze: "Okay, I understand. You take the child upstairs first, I'll rest for a while."

He reached out and opened the car door, then leaned back lazily.

After Wei Dong laughed heartily and got out of the car, Shen Laosan sat in the driver's seat, took a deep breath, and leaned on the steering wheel. No one could see the rapid changes in her face that began to make faces!
It was as if a spring had been wound up and then released, as if it had been frozen solid. Wei Dong had completely focused his attention on his daughter, laughing and carrying her as they walked through the cafeteria. There were so many people, so he greeted everyone: "Come on, say hello to Auntie..."

"Fuck!"

"Call me uncle..."

"Fuck!"

Like a magnet, the person who was being "fucked" was laughing so hard their teeth were about to fall out. And it wasn't the kind of flattery directed at the boss; they just couldn't help but laugh.

These days, kids aren't so demanding of their parents; it's no big deal if a child swears a little.

Children in the countryside all grow up cursing like this.

Besides, it's Wei Dong's kid who's being scolded, and he's even considered it an honor.

The main thing is watching the little kid's serious "Holy crap!" expression; it's hilarious.

There were bursts of laughter, and crowds of people squeezed around to see and hear more, even trying to get closer to the front to wait.

The one who was scolded laughed louder than anyone else.

Only by letting Wei Dong know how spoiled this little princess will be by the factory environment in the future can we truly understand.

With a mix of exasperation and amusement, she advised, "Alright, alright, call him 'uncle'..."

"Fuck!"

That's just how I am, damn it!
When Dong Xueqing heard the news in the afternoon, she left work early and rushed back. She squatted down in front of her niece and asked who I was, and all she got in return was "Holy crap!"

She laughed heartily.

This is driving Wei Dong crazy. Is the memory chip embedded in the sound transmission path?
Dong Xueqing struggled to her feet, clutching the child's father's trouser leg, and laughed as she stood up: "Alright, alright, it's good that you can talk and communicate. Take it slow, damn, hahaha, I've never said this before, damn..."

As a result, it was as if Wei Dong was surrounded by stereo sound, with people exclaiming "Holy crap!" from both sides, and each one was particularly enthusiastic.

He could only reflect on whether he had been saying that phrase too often.

I saw Shen Cuiyue at dinner time. There was no sign of her presence. She led the waiter to bring up the plated food.

Together with Rang Weidong, we ate while enjoying the endless stream of "Wow!" comments.

Dong Xueqing insisted on teasing him.

I feel like she's indulging in some kind of verbal sparring. She was raised with strict discipline by her older sister and has never had that kind of unrestrained, free-spirited attitude.

Wei Dong didn't even dare to look at her mouth.

So after dinner, he took the child to play basketball, and a huge crowd surrounded the little princess, making Wei Dong hear her excited screams even from under the basket...

It's a mixed bag of joy and sorrow.

That evening, when Erwa's mother returned suspiciously, Weidong would know that Shen Laosan had taught him something again.

Sure enough, the variety has doubled, with an emphasis on process rather than frequency.

Dong Xueqing, still very ambitious, said she would go to discuss it with Shen Laosan again tomorrow.

As a top student, she has mastered the basic ability to learn new knowledge, making it easy for her to understand one principle from many others.

The knowledge he had just shared with Wei Dong gave him a strange feeling of being intimate with someone remotely.

It felt like things were about to change again.

At least this time, Wei Dong truly understood that he shouldn't become addicted, that he should exercise restraint, and that he should try to shift his attention to his work.

Of course, it's also a bit difficult.

It's not that tadpoles are constantly swirling in my mind; at least I've experienced a lot more than I did two years ago.

The main problem is that when I'm with Xiaodie in meetings or inspecting the production line, there's a lot of screaming and yelling everywhere, so it's hard to stay calm.

This only prompted a comprehensive strengthening of all production line work before the May Day holiday, because each production line felt that they had to work twice as hard to achieve results in order to get the little princess to visit more often.

Amidst the din of machines, hearing that childish, innocent "Holy crap!" was incredibly inspiring.

Even Qin Yuye rushed back before May Day, wanting to hear about it as soon as he landed.

They've spoiled them rotten.

Whether someone becomes successful or not depends on the type of family they come from.

If a child from an ordinary family is constantly swearing, they're likely to grow up to be a good-for-nothing.

In the homes of martial arts sects, swearing is the industry standard.

If someone is quite wealthy, it's not worth mentioning at all.

Just like this time with O'Nia cosmetics.

If Hong Tiancheng were to rely solely on his small-scale promotional efforts, it would be extremely difficult to instantly expand the brand and its four products to the national market.

Even just distributing the goods isn't enough.

But for Wei Dong and his group, whoosh!
(End of this chapter)