hello fireman

Chapter 150 Cheers for Rice Crackers

Because of the incident at the cemetery two days ago, Du Baozhang was so angry that she didn't sleep well for a few days. Her son 'slapped' her face in front of outsiders, which really made her feel ashamed.

She couldn't explain to the Kong family at all, especially Liu Chun, who didn't even get out of the car when the car drove her to her door that day.

So, she endured it for three days, thinking about what happened to her son, she would go home and tell her about it.

But I didn't expect that from Friday to Sunday, not only did my son not come home, he didn't even make a phone call.

On Monday, she couldn't sit still anymore. After finishing her class at University A, she went straight to Jinhu Road.

Over the years, she rarely went to her son's squadron to find him. In her opinion, Yue Tingchuan was a workaholic just like her late husband. In their world, there were only firefighting, fires, and accident scenes, and no home at all. exist.

Her personality is cold, and it is not an exaggeration to say that she is lonely. She disdains to be like those vulgar women in the family courtyard who can't live without their husbands and children. The sacred profession of human soul engineer, even if she doesn't have a job, she will never abandon her principles to be someone's vassal, and she will never focus on pleasing others in her life.

The son personally went to the gate to pick her up.

Because in the entire squadron, except for her son's good friends Weiye and Yi Zhen, none of the officers or soldiers recognized her.

The place where she talked with her son was still in the office and dormitory where she delivered the medicine more than a year ago.

She couldn't figure out why her son would rather live in such an empty, unpopular house than go home and enjoy his family while on vacation.

However, she came here this time mainly to persuade her son to stop dating Miguo.As for whether the son will go home or not, it's okay to wait and see.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she mentioned Mi Guo's name, her son blocked her next words with one sentence.

The son said it was impossible.

She raised her voice and asked why it was impossible, and she asked him, didn't you even listen to what your mother said?
The son was silent for a while, turned his face away, and said in a low but firm voice: "Even if you don't agree, I won't let you go."

In this way, her pride and authority were once again ruthlessly knocked down by her son.

Unable to calm down, her face was as cold as frost, and she refused her son's kindness to send her home in front of Albert. She couldn't even control her temper, and sent a message to Albert who hurried out to send her off. A fire.

She hailed a taxi, hopped in and left.

The driver asked her where she was going, and she said the funeral home without thinking.

The driver peeked at her from the rearview mirror, but he didn't dare to strike up a conversation with her again.She sneered in her heart, look, even the well-informed taxi drivers who walk around the streets are secretive, you are a special service hero, but you wish you could live in it and accompany that woman named Guoguo every day.

When she arrived at the funeral home, she asked the doorman if there was a man named Miguo here. The doorman was a man in his 50s and looked very rural. A bunch of folds.

"You're looking for Xiaomi, she's here, she's here, she works in the plastic surgery room, she's our pistachio here, she's doing well..." The guard talked endlessly, but she couldn't find the time to listen Woolen cloth.From her point of view, no one would want a woman here even if she was a fairy or elf.

Interrupting the other party, she asked for the phone number of the plastic surgery room, and she dialed it.

The phone was connected, but the woman who answered the phone was not Mi Guo, but her colleague. The colleague said that Mi Guo had gone to take a shower, and asked her if she was in a hurry. If she was in a hurry, she could help to find it.

She said thank you, please look for it, she was waiting for Miguo at the intersection outside the small gray building.

Unexpectedly, the wait was more than half an hour.

She wanted to call again several times, thinking about it and forgetting about it, but the impatience and anger in her heart accumulated more and more with the passage of time.

at last.

On the verge of losing control of her emotions, she appeared.

"Are you looking for me?"

What caught her eyes was a young girl wearing a childish and mediocre shirt and cropped trousers, and even a pair of canvas sneakers on her feet that only elementary school students would wear.

She might have come running, panting for breath, while smoothing her dripping hair with her hands.

Du Baozhang is most annoyed by young girls who don't stand up and don't know the rules of etiquette.

Especially this one named Miguo, who is average in appearance and short in stature, not much different from Yi Zhen's description.

Unexpectedly, her son's vision is so high, and someone who doesn't even pay attention to an outstanding and beautiful girl like Yi Zhen, how could he be attracted to such a mediocre woman who can't get on the stage at work.

The more she thought about it, the more angry she became, and the anger became more difficult to control. She tried her best to hold back, finished what she had to say, and then prepared to leave.

Who knew that Migo tugged her sleeve in desperation!

This made Du Baozhang, who has always been obsessed with cleanliness, unbearable. She shook off Mi Guo's hand and warned her to pay attention to her words and deeds.

Did she say anything nasty?
no.

She tried her best to maintain her image, even suppressed her anger and resentment, and tried her best to speak softly, but the girl's expression was as if she had just hit her, with a mournful face, and this gloomy environment, still Quite fitting.

It's annoying no matter how you look at it.

Du Baozhang was about to turn around and leave, but suddenly heard a burst of chaotic footsteps behind him. .

"Dad...Dad...you have suffered..."

"Brother, quickly call the beautician and tell us we're here!"

"I can't let her go lightly! This time I have to pay compensation, and I must pay her to death!"

About five or six men and women walked over anxiously, and one of them was an elderly man who was taking out his mobile phone and making a call.

Miguo was startled, could it be. .

Before she could think about it, she heard the phone in her backpack ding ding dong dong.

"When you hear the thunder, don't be afraid, find Brother Lei Lei, and then chant a spell, wipe your horse's thunder, go eat shit, you can't scare me, because you are God's fart! Puff! Puff!"

Du Baozhang frowned, what the hell is this!

The movement on Miguo's side also attracted the attention of the group of people. Among them, the older one should have seen Migo before, so he pointed and shouted, "That's her!"

Boom!
Before she could react, she was surrounded by those menacing people.

Du Baozhang was pushed to the outside, she could actually leave now, but she was stopped because of her curiosity.

"It's you who messed up my father's face? Go! Go to your leader! We want an explanation! We demand compensation!" A middle-aged woman pointed at Miguo's nose, forcefully
"How can we just pay compensation! She has to be punished. It's best to fire such an irresponsible employee, so as not to harm others later!"

"Exactly! How did this kind of person get recruited in the first place!"

"As a bereaved family, it is enough to be sad. You still destroy the body of the deceased, isn't it a knife in our hearts!"

Mi Guo's heart sank, and her body trembled uncontrollably. She was like a fish left on the beach, on the verge of death, but unable to save herself.

Calling the bereaved family and taking the initiative to take responsibility for sister Xiuna's mistakes, it's not that she wants to be a saint or a good person, let alone make sister Xiuna appreciate her.She just deeply understands a truth, one should not be ignorant of one's conscience, this is Papa Mi's catchphrase, and it is also the family education she has received from childhood.

In the final analysis, body plastic surgery is not a myth, but a real technology.But when there are always mistakes in technology, even Guo Taizhuang, her master, occasionally makes some small mistakes in his work.

It's just that this time, Miss Xiuna's mistake was really impossible to cover up. Even if she tried her best to make up for it, she still couldn't get over the hurdle in her heart.

When she was on the phone, she thought about how to deal with these difficult bereaved families, but she never thought that she would meet Yue Tingchuan's mother under such circumstances.

It was embarrassing to the extreme and humiliating to the extreme.

But she could only bear it silently.

When it was time to get off work, colleagues in twos and threes passed by and stopped, among them was Wang Xiuna who pushed aside the crowd and stood in front of her.

"Miguo, why are you..." Sister Xiuna with a complex expression asked Miguo in a low voice.

Mi Guo shook her head at her, then gently pushed Wang Xiuna away, faced the group of bereaved relatives, and bowed deeply, "I'm sorry, I apologize to your family members, but before going to our leader, can you follow my lead?" Look at your old father first."

Those people seemed unwilling, Miguo gave them a casual look, "The dead is the greatest, he is your closest relative, at this time, shouldn't you show the minimum concern?"

Instead, she only cared about the amount of compensation or how to humiliate her personality.

It was the middle-aged woman who spoke first, "You little girl, it's fine if I didn't beat you, and you taught us a lesson! What are you proud of? You touch dead people all day long. Your house It's not bad luck for people to be with you!"

Mi Guo's complexion changed, and the expression on her round face was extremely serious.

It was very quiet all around, and the atmosphere became solemn.

Her big and bright eyes stared at each other, and her clear voice spread in every dark corner of the surrounding area, "My family is proud of me! I believe that every deceased who has become beautiful and decent through my hands, They will also express their gratitude to me, rather than resent me for touching the remains of their loved ones like some people do."

The woman opened her mouth, and her face flushed instantly.

"I'm just an ordinary cosmetologist, 'the dead rest in peace, the living comfort, so that people in both worlds are satisfied' is my professional belief, I use my hands, my wisdom, my hard work to put People who leave this world dress up beautifully and give them a good job. In my opinion, this is a very good profession, and it is a profession worthy of respect from everyone in the society. It is no worse than any kind of noble profession. Similarly, we are no worse than anyone!"

When Mi Guo said this, applause suddenly rang out from the surroundings. At first, it was just the applause of a few people, and gradually, it merged into one. .

It's her colleagues, it's them, a group of unknown funeral workers who share a common heart, applauding this optimistic and brave little girl!applaud!

Miguo bit her lip and smiled, rubbed her sore and swollen nose with her hands, and said to the bereaved family members: "I'm done talking, it's up to you whether you want to visit your relatives or meet our leaders, I There will be no comments!"

(End of this chapter)