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

Chapter 322 Song Weijun's Card Friend
Ge Guiqin's treatment of Song Weijun was not as gentle as that of the children.She had bumped all the way, thinking that when she got home, she would see that the house was tidied up and she could have a hot meal.

But who would have imagined that when she got out of the car, she heard the sound of mahjong in the house.

You can guess without looking, Song Weijun must have completely let go of himself after Ge Guiqin took the child to Jiangyi, calling friends every day, except smoking and drinking, playing mahjong, there is no way to do any serious work.

Seeing his mother's dark face, Song Song turned around and told Ding Rui to take care of Song Xiaoni who was still sleeping soundly, and hurriedly chased him out of the car: "Mom, it's New Year's Eve, my dad will just play with him, you must control your emotions, Don't give him face."

Although Song Weijun didn't have any temper in front of Ge Guiqin, he was a man after all, so he still wanted to save face.

If Ge Guiqin came into the house and scolded him, the old man would probably not even have a good time this year, he would feel very ashamed, and he would not be able to hold his head up when he saw everyone.

"Hmm." With a straight face, Ge Guiqin took out the key and opened the door, and walked in angrily.

Song Song opened the trunk, took out a cigarette, and asked Ding Rui to hold it for him, then he took off his coat, wrapped Song Xiaoni tightly, so as not to let the child get a little cold, and rushed into the room, walking slowly Go upstairs and go to his and Ding Rui's bedroom first.

The bedroom must have not been cleaned for a long time, and the windows should not have been opened to ventilate. There is floating dust everywhere, and there is still a smell. completely different.

Song Song was holding the child, not knowing where to put the child, but saw Ge Guiqin holding a quilt and coming over with a heater.

Sure enough, my father was still untrustworthy as before, and my mother was still so reliable.

Song Song settled Song Xiaoni down first, let Ding Rui keep an eye on the child, and then went to Song Weijun with a cigarette in his hand, thinking of helping to greet the guests.

There is no way, no matter how dissatisfied, as a junior, you still have to have the etiquette that you should have. Rural areas care about this very much.

But what Song Song didn't expect was that when he opened the door of the chess and card room, he saw Song Ben sitting facing the door, with a row of mahjong in front of him, with a cigarette in his mouth, knocking on Erlang's legs and touching the cards.

"Fuck! Brother Da Ben?" Song Song didn't expect that Song Ben actually arrived earlier than him.

Song Ben raised his hand to say hello: "Boy, are you back? You've worked hard, hurry up and take a rest...a little chicken!"

"When did you arrive?" Song Ben walked over while unpacking cigarettes, and distributed a pack of Ruan Zhonghua to each of the four people playing cards present.

The other two people at the same table are Hou Daliang and Xu Laosan, both of whom are old friends of Song Weijun.

The village is not big, and the neighbors have more or less relatives and move around frequently, especially those who like to play cards and are very familiar with everyone's family.

Hou Daliang glanced at Hua Zi, whom Song Song handed over, and said with a smile: "Baby, I heard from your father that you are promising, you have opened a big company, and now you are the big boss... Brassiere!"

Song Ben smiled and said modestly: "What big boss, he just did a small business, didn't make any money, and just supported his family."

Xu Laosan raised his eyebrows: "Touch! Little boy... how can you? Da Ben also said that there are hundreds of people in your company now... pig***!"

"Haha, it's messed up!" Song Weijun pushed down the cards in front of him with great satisfaction: "Yes, yes, five or eight cakes, give me the money!"

Xu Laosan took out a card of ten yuan and threw it to Song Weijun, and everyone started shuffling the cards.

Song Ben stubbed out the cigarette butt in the ashtray: "I came back from your house last night. The road was not blocked at all, and it was very smooth. The whole journey was one hundred and twenty. I arrived home at three o'clock this morning."

Song Weijun asked: "Boy, what about your mother?"

"The child is sleeping, Xiaorui is probably tidying up our room, and my mother seems to have gone to the kitchen to cook."

Song Weijun said: "It's just right, tell your mother to ask her to make two more dishes. Lao Hou, Lao Xu, let's eat here tonight, let's drink. Daben, you call and send your father Your mother called too. The day after tomorrow will be New Year's Eve, let's celebrate and celebrate."

"Well, okay! I happened to bring a few bottles of good wine." Song Song responded on the surface, but thought in his heart: Lao Song, Lao Song, you are useless!

Song Weijun asked: "What good wine?"

"There's Mengjiu, Guojiao 1573, and Wuliangye's Puwu, all of which are okay."

Wuliangye is a New Year's product issued by Ding Rui. Although this wine is not as popular as Moutai, it is still quite difficult to buy during the Chinese New Year.

Because Wuliangye did not buy enough quantity, in order to ensure uniformity, Hetu Machinery distributed New Year's products to middle-level leaders and senior leaders, namely Dream Blue M9 and Guojiao 1573.

Song Weijun was stunned: "How much is it?"

"It's not much money, but the taste is okay, but I don't know if you can get used to it." Song Song didn't want to talk about money. Talking about the price of wine on this occasion feels a bit ostentatious and meaningless.

Hou Daliang put on an appearance of seeing the world, and while drawing cards, he said: "I drank the wine of Wuliangye, it seems to cost more than 1000 yuan a bottle, my family Xiao Chuang brings it back every year, it's okay to drink, it's good Yes. I’ve seen Guojiao 1573 in advertisements, and it’s probably not bad. What’s Mengjiu?”

Song Ben blew out smoke and said, "Yanghe's high-end wine costs more than 1000 a bottle, so it's not bad to drink."

Not to be outdone, Xu Laosan said, "I've already bought such expensive wine, why didn't I buy Moutai?"

Song Ben said with a smile: "Moutai is now sold for more than 3000 terminals, and I often buy fake products. I know a boss who, in order to drink Moutai, flies to the Moutai Hotel in Guizhou for one night, just to mix up the original price. The eligibility to buy wine can only buy two bottles at a time. I have drank Moutai, and I can't accept the taste. I don't know why so many people are willing to drink it. In my opinion, it means that there is too much money, and I am messing around."

Song Songxin on the side said, you are the only one who goes to the bathing center all day long and don't mess around.

Song Weijun seemed to feel sorry for Qian, and asked with a frown, "Son, what wine do you have?"

Song Ben saw Song Weijun's thoughts, and explained with a smile: "Our company distributes benefits to employees, and all these wines are distributed, no matter how expensive the price/performance ratio is, they are too low, so I didn't buy them."

Hou Daliang and Xu Laosan looked at each other and fell silent.

Good guy, in their opinion, it is specially prepared wine for Chinese New Year, but it turns out to be just employee benefits.

"I'm going to talk to my mother about cooking, you guys play first, we'll talk later." Song Song said, turned around and went out.

He didn't intend to show off anything, since they belonged to fellow villagers, there was no need for that.

After Song Song left, Hou Daliang asked Song Ben: "Da Ben, who is in charge of recruiting people for the company you and Wazi jointly established?"

Song Ben laughed and said: "What kind of partnership is starting a company? I just live with my son. He is the boss, so I work for him. Recruiting people is not up to us. What's the matter, Uncle Hou, Want to go through the back door and arrange for someone to come in?"

(End of this chapter)