What kind of experience is it to help your wife cheat?

Chapter 141 Mr. Lu Xun once said

Almost everything that happened tonight was within Song Song's plan, including the last time Tubie took advantage of the alcohol and promised to provide him with a list of suppliers.

When Song Song returned to the hotel in an excited mood, Song Ben had not returned yet.

Could this guy have had too much to drink and couldn't find the room?Or maybe he was kidnapped by the driver?
Song Song hurriedly took out his mobile phone and dialed Song Ben's number, but it rang for a long time, but no one answered.He made several calls in a row but failed to get through, which made him feel even more uneasy.

Just when Song Song was hesitating whether to call the police, there was a knock on the door of the room.

"Boom... boom boom... boom boom boom..."

The knock on the door was not loud, as if some kind of practitioner was knocking on a signal.

Song Song quickly ran over to open the door, only to see Song Ben standing at the door in a daze, leaning against the door frame as if he had no bones.

"Where have you been?" Song Song dragged Song Ben into the room, and locked the door behind his back.

Song Ben didn't speak, and staggered back to the bed and sat down, tears streaming down his face.

In the evening, Song Song saw Song Ben's red eyes on the wine table, and thought that Song Ben was born with excellent acting skills, and it seemed that there was something else hidden.

"What's the matter? You are too deep into the drama, can't you take it easy?" Song Song went over to light a cigarette for Song Ben.

Song Ben puffed on his cigarette and sighed, "When I was eating, my eyes were smoked."

"Now?" Song Song leaned against the table, squinting at Song Ben.

Song Ben raised his hand to wipe away his tears and snot: "I miss your sister-in-law. I really..."

"Wait a minute!" Song Song's eyes widened: "When did you find another one?"

Song Ben shook his head and said, "I didn't find it, it was that one."

The room was silent for a moment, Song Ben stopped crying, but did not speak again.

Seeing Song Ben's disappointment, Song Song was a little annoyed and distressed.

No matter what the reason, people have left you, you should let go of everything and start your life again.

Blindly immersing yourself in the pain of the past will only destroy yourself, and will only make the person who really loves you feel sad for you.

Song Song was about to say something, but Song Ben opened his mouth first: "Boy, I look back and think about it, I was really nothing in those years. Your sister-in-law left me, I don't blame her at all. She actually gave me too much Here's my chance, she was still waiting for me in the first year of imprisonment."

Song Ben's tears and snot came down again: "At that time, I still thought, when I go out, I must make as much money as possible, so that Xiaohui can enjoy the blessings with me, and I must do something. But I ignored it. She is a living person. She is a human being and will eventually get tired."

"Don't think about it." Song Song put his hands on Song Ben's shoulders, and the words of enlightenment that he thought of before were a little bit hard to say.

Who doesn't know the truth?

If all problems could be solved by speaking the truth, then the world would have been full of saints long ago.

A layman should have the consciousness of a layman, and should face and bear everything this world gives you.

"Brother Daben, do you know? Mr. Lu Xun once said such a sentence: People, it's never too late to look back, who hasn't lived the youth of being a moth?"

Song Ben raised his head: "I don't study much, don't lie to me."

"What are you doing lying to you?" Song Song rubbed his temples: "Mr. Lu Xun also said: those who leave, let him go, there will always be better ones waiting for you."

"What else did he say?"

"The old man has said a lot, and they are all very inspiring. You can tell you slowly when I have a chance in the future. Let me not talk about these, I will tell you some good news."

"What good news?"

"Vulture promised to give me a list of suppliers, and you will be busy next time."

With the change of the topic and the delivery of the good news, Song Ben's mood really recovered a lot: "By the way, my son, there is one thing I don't understand in particular."

"What's the matter?"

"I think Mr. Liu is a nice guy. How much do you have to hate him to give him such an ugly name like 'Tubie'?"

Song Song took a long puff of cigarette and put it out in the ashtray: "That's a long story."

"Why don't you make a long story short?"

Song Song wanted to pretend to be deep, but was swallowed by Song Ben, causing him to choke on his saliva, and even after coughing several times, he still felt uncomfortable in his throat.

"The name Tubie comes from three aspects. First, he scolded people too much in the office, and many people annoyed him, so they decided to give him a nickname in private; second, you saw his Mediterranean hairstyle, right? How appropriate is it to describe his appearance with bald turtle? Third and last point. His surname is Liu, and his name is Liu Shibie. The last word 'bie' became Tubie, which is homophonic for vulture."

Song Ben was amused: "You city people really know how to play."

Song Songdao: "There is no way, the leader and the subordinates are born on the opposite side, this cannot be solved. I dare not think that when we grow the company in the future and start to support people to do things, the people under our hands will give What ugly nicknames do we have?"

There are many things about the future. It is meaningless to think too much now. You have to cherish the present to have a future.

"What's our plan for tomorrow?" Song Ben asked.

Song Song thought for a while, and said: "I'll keep an eye on some bald turtles tomorrow and ask for the supplier list. You're going to Sanzhen Design Institute tomorrow to talk to them face to face. I won't show up. What are you doing?" Uncertain, send me a message, or call me. Don’t talk about the details, you mainly want them to believe that you are the boss, and then ask them to add me on another WeChat. Follow-up, I will talk to them on WeChat talk."

"and then?"

"It depends on the situation. Is it necessary to stay in the three towns for another day? If there is nothing that must be done here, let's go back to Jiangyi tomorrow night or the morning of the day after tomorrow."

"Row!"

The next day, Song Ben woke up after sleeping until five o'clock, because he had something on his mind, too much restlessness and tension, and he had some insomnia.

After finally staying up until seven o'clock, Song Ben had breakfast and drove to Sanzhen Design Institute.

The design institute was more than 30 kilometers away from where they lived. In addition to the traffic jam in the morning rush hour, Song Ben drove from eight to ten before arriving at the office building where the design institute was located.

Knowing that Song Ben had arrived, Dean Fan hurriedly sent someone to the underground parking lot to pick up Song Ben from the big car, and took Song Ben to the floor where the design institute was located by taking the elevator.

Dean Fan is a bit older, with gray hair born with curly wool, he looks a bit like the judge in a TVB drama.

With his general belly upright, Song Ben followed Dean Fan into the meeting room in a decent manner, and soon someone came over to serve tea and water, very enthusiastic.

Dean Fan sat across from Song Ben with a smile: "Where did Mr. Song come from?"

Song Ben crossed his legs and said carelessly: "I came from Jiang Yi to do some errands with a friend, so I stopped by to see you. Are you busy recently?"

Dean Fan said: "It's okay, there are a lot of businesses, but we have all the staff and are very professional, and we can still take on some projects normally. By the way, Mr. Song, can you briefly introduce what kind of project you are going to do?" ?"

Song Ben was a little nervous when he heard this, and began to sweat slightly.

(End of this chapter)