He Is Warmer Than Time

Shen Mengfang paused, and then said, "It's useless for me to think that way. Ming Yi said that the poor battalion leader would be a great threat. I think he is just unreasonably worried."

Chen Jingui sneered, "That's right, I heard that he was from a rural background, so he went to high school and then went out to serve as a soldier. How capable is Mingyi? He is indeed too far-sighted."

Shen Mengfang sighed: "No way. He reads a lot and is smart. If it weren't for him, how could I be with Lao Song? How can you make these bosses favor you?"

Obviously, Zhao Mingyi is the think tank of these people, and the backbone of them. Although Shen Mengfang has a lot of criticism, he still has to obey Zhao Mingyi in action.

When Shen Mengfang went back, it happened that Song Ran came home from school. At the dinner table, she coughed, pretending to be diligent: "Xiao Ran, when will you invite Battalion Commander Gu to come to our house as a guest? The last time he came back from his hometown, he paid We couldn't get in. We ate the chicken he brought over. How could we express our gratitude in person."

Song Ran glanced at her indiscriminately, and said coldly, "Aunt Shen doesn't look down on those two chickens? Why do you want to express your gratitude in person again? You remember that every time you come out, you must What are you doing?"

Song Guoqing on the side took a piece of roasted bran and put it in Song Ran's bowl: "Don't talk to your Aunt Shen like that. She wants to express her gratitude. It's kind, don't be sarcasm."

Shen Mengfang showed no trace of pride, and glanced at Song Ran contemptuously, the little girl's film, after all, your father still listened to me more.

Song Ran raised his eyebrows, snarled, and chuckled. Old Song was really a qualified mason, and he started to make mud again.

Obviously, Shen Mengfang has been quite diligent in the pillow breeze in recent days. Not only did she forget about the incident in the last photo, she also gave Pohua to let her go out to play cards, and actually helped her in words.

If you have a stepmother, you have a stepdad. That's true.

She died down, and replied respectfully: "If you return to Aunt Shen, Jing Xing has gone on a mission and will not be able to return for a while. He is a busy person who cares about his family and the world, unlike Aunt Shen who only knows the mahjong table all day long. You are generally available at any time, your kindness, I will take it for him."

He was obedient on the face, but in his words, he insinuates that Shen Mengfang is a rice worm who only knows that Mahjong is not produced all day long.

Shen Mengfang was so angry that he almost vomited blood and made you arrogant. Zhao Mingyi said that he has to wait for the poor battalion commander to come back, expose their lies face to face, and then add oil and jealousy to say something out of nothing, so that Lao Song's anger will reach its peak. .

She had to endure, deliberately made a look of aggrieved look, and glanced at Song Guoqing.

Song Guoqing tweeted softly and put a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs into Song Ran's bowl: "Xiao Ran, your Aunt Shen is usually fine to play mahjong, but you can say a few words, she occasionally visits the factory. That's it."

Song Ran smiled and said, "I have no problem. Dad, you are rich anyway. The wives of other people live like this. They dance, perm their hair, buy clothes, play mahjong, and ask me. After three days, they will be tired. It’s hard for Aunt Shen to live like this every day, it’s hard for you."

Drunk, dreaming and dying every day, and only occasionally went to the factory, her father would pay a lot of dividends to Shen Mengfang, and Shen Mengfang posted all the money to her family. This money is really good.

Shen Mengfang's face was pale, yin and yang said strangely: "That's your father who treats me well."

Song Ran nodded: "Well, Aunt Shen has to read about my dad's kindness to you. Go to the ballroom in the future, don't touch the parking brother's hand casually, you know?"