Sixty hot wives have space

Many workers had already gathered outside the door.

After all, Du Weimin is the factory manager, and his every move will attract the attention of the workers in the factory.

When they saw the husband and wife being pushed out of the house by the police with hunched over and handcuffs on their hands, the workers onlookers buzzed:
"Hiss! What's going on, this is?"

"You're in shackles, aren't you breaking the law?"

"Anyone know what's going on?"

Those who are brave enough to take the initiative to ask the two policemen.

I heard from the police that Du Weimin and his wife were arrested for corruption and bribery. The onlookers were surprised at first, then contemptuous and applauded!
"You've only been the factory manager for a few days? You've started to take bribes, and you deserve to be caught!"

"That's right, it's really embarrassing for our workers!"

"This kind of person should be locked in prison and not let him out for the rest of his life!"

Facing the contemptuous eyes and contemptuous abuse of many workers, Du Weimin felt as if his whole body was being roasted on a raging flame;
The boiling blood made his face flushed red, and he wished that there would be a crack in the ground immediately for him to crawl into.

Gu Qingrou also felt extremely embarrassed at this moment. On weekdays, no matter where she went, she always looked aloof and arrogant. She looked down on this and that.

Now, she looked down at the heavy handcuffs on her white wrists, and felt as if she had been stripped naked for people to visit, and she wished she could hit her head to death.

At the same time, the committee compound;
Zhou Gonghai was having breakfast when there was a knock on the door. Sun Aiying stuffed the little girl into Zhou Gonghai's arms and said with a smile, "I'll open the door."

Zhou Gonghai looked at his one-year-old daughter, his eyes were full of tenderness, "Daughter, come and open your mouth..."

The little girl had red lips and white teeth. Hearing Zhou Gonghai's words, she opened her mouth obediently, and ate a spoonful of egg custard that Zhou Gonghai handed to her mouth.

Zhou Gonghai patted his daughter's little head lovingly, "So good!"

Sun Aiying went to open the door and saw Song Zhaodi standing outside.

"Mom, have you eaten yet?" Sun Aiying warmly greeted Song Zhaodi, "I just made breakfast, why don't you come and eat with us?"

"Eat, you know how to eat," Song Zhaodi glared at Sun Aiying dissatisfied, "When you eat, don't you feel guilty?"

"Dalong went to that kind of place. My sister-in-law and I went to see him a few days ago." Song Zhaodi's eyes turned red all of a sudden, tears rolled down the corners of his eyes, and he looked distressed. "That kid Dalong has lost weight."

"My poor grandson!"

Sun Aiying apologized guiltily, "Mom, I'm sorry, I really can't do anything."

Song Zhaodi opened her mouth and cursed, "Useless things."

Hearing Song Zhaodi's voice, Zhou Gonghai's good mood suddenly disappeared.

Hearing Song Zhaodi scolding Sun Aiying again, Zhou Gonghai's expression darkened immediately, and he said in a deep voice:
"Mom, it's me who is useless as a son-in-law for not getting Dalong out. If you want to scold me, scold me."

Seeing that Zhou Gonghai was still at home, Song Zhaodi's domineering attitude immediately turned into cautiousness. Hearing Zhou Gonghai's words, Song Zhaodi hurriedly said:

"Oh, Gonghai, you misunderstood me. I don't mean to blame you. It's just that seeing Dalong suffer in that place makes me feel uncomfortable. I'm inevitably a little impatient, and I can't speak out of my head. Don't be angry!"

Zhou Gonghai sneered in his heart, but on his face he just replied lukewarmly, "Mom, are you here today?"

Song Zhaodi laughed twice, "It's nothing, just... I want to ask Aiying if she has any malted milk essence. If so, I want to send it to Dalong."

"That kid Dalong is pitiful. Not only does he have to work, but he often doesn't have enough to eat. My heart aches..."

Since Sun Dalong was sentenced to a labor camp, Song Zhaodi never left Sun Dalong's words every time she spoke.

Every time she came to look for Sun Aiying, she asked Sun Aiying to find a way to get Sun Dalong back quickly.

Sun Aiying was very obedient and often begged Zhou Gonghai to find a way to get Sun Dalong back.

But someone kept staring at Sun Dalong, he didn't dare to ask someone to release Sun Dalong directly, after all Sun Dalong really broke the law.

As for who is staring at Sun Dalong, Zhou Gonghai also has a good idea.

It's that brat Shen Yu who tries to ruin his affairs every time.

Clean up the father and son sooner or later.

"The malted milk is gone," Sun Aiying was a little embarrassed, her face was ashamed, but soon, her eyes lit up, "There are still two cans of milk powder at home, I'll give you..."

Hearing the word 'milk powder', Song Zhaodi immediately became happy, and the smile on his face became more sincere.

Milk powder is better than malted milk!
But before Sun Aiying could finish speaking, Zhou Gonghai who was sitting on the side said a little unhappyly: "Aiying, I bought those two cans of milk powder for my daughter to drink."

Sun Aiying heard the dissatisfaction in Zhou Gonghai's words, and immediately became in a dilemma, "This..."

Dalong is the only root of their Sun family, but Nannan is also her youngest daughter, what should I do?
Seeing that the milk powder in her hand was about to fly, Song Zhaodi was not happy, and said without thinking:

"It's just a loser, how can my big dragon be so precious?"

"Little girl Pianzi, who grew up on milk powder since she was a child, is not afraid of losing her life!"

Sun Aiying didn't respond to these words, but Zhou Gonghai was not happy about it.

Zhou Gonghai stared at Song Zhaodi with dark eyes, and sneered twice, "Mom, who do you think is a loser?"

No matter how dull Song Zhaodi's mind was, she still found Zhou Gonghai's displeasure.

Suddenly he didn't dare to speak anymore.

Seeing Song Zhaodi bowed his head and said nothing, Zhou Gonghai snorted coldly and said in a deep tone:
"I don't care about other girls, but my Zhou Gonghai's daughter is not a loser."

"My Zhou Gonghai's daughter is a priceless treasure, [-] times more noble than any messy and useless person!"

"No one is allowed to think about my daughter's milk powder! Hmph!"

Song Zhaodi pouted secretly, disapproving in her heart.

What priceless treasure?
A money-losing girl is just a film, no matter how well raised she is, she will belong to another family when she grows up.

Treating your daughter like a baby, hum, stupid.

Song Zhaodi changed the subject sensibly, and whispered to Sun Aiying: "Then give me some more money and tickets, and I'll buy some delicious food for Dalong and send it to him."

Sun Aiying was embarrassed again when she heard the words, looking at Song Zhaodi with eyes that hesitated to speak.

Song Zhaodi secretly pinched Sun Aiying's waist in displeasure. Sun Aiying gasped in pain and wanted to scream, but held back.

The husband is still there, if he knows that he was screwed by his mother, he will be angry.

Song Zhaodi didn't accept Sun Aiying's affection, and stared at Sun Aiying fiercely, "Aiying, you have changed, you have become stingy, don't tell me you are not even willing to give me the money to buy things for your nephew?"

Sun Aiying hurriedly shook her head, "No, mom, it's not, it's..."

Sun Aiying gritted her teeth, "It's because you asked for too much money last month, and Gonghai's salary hasn't been paid this month, so I really don't have any money."

After hearing this, Song Zhaodi's expression was flat, without any guilt in her heart, she came up with an idea and said, "Ask Zhou Gonghai for it!"

"A big official like Zhou Gonghai must have money in his hands."

Sun Aiying said with an aggrieved face, "I want it, but Gonghai said: He doesn't have any money anymore."

"You are heartless," Song Zhaodi poked Sun Aiying's forehead in dissatisfaction, "He said, do you believe it?"

Sun Aiying lowered her head and said nothing.

Song Zhaodi was about to teach her a lesson, when suddenly there was another knock on the door...