Chuan Shu 80: I am doing scientific research on the island

It was getting late, and Aunt Li and several women in the village who were responsible for cooking for the construction team came over with buckets containing the evening meal.

Seeing Old Man Song sitting on the roadside smoking a cigarette, with bloody marks on his face from Lu Youshan's scratch, no one dared to say anything.

Oops, this is the first time I met Song Wenjun's biological father. She married Lu Yunting three years ago and came here with her own baggage. Neither her parents have been here.

This old man probably came to ask Wenjun for money when he saw that his daughter was getting rich.

Every family has sutras that are difficult to recite. Outsiders can only guess, what should Wenjun do in this situation?

"Sister, can I send that old man away for you?" Lin Deshui said.

"Don't worry about him. He likes to sit there. Just let him sit as long as he wants and then go and eat."

She plans to make an all-in-one steaming and baking machine. She plans to go to the provincial capital tomorrow to see if she can buy all the necessary parts and make a sample first to test the market.

"Okay, I know what to do!"

Lin Deshui just wanted her to have an attitude. He also knew a lot about how the Song family's elder couple treated Song Wenjun.

The partiality is as far as the end of the world, why is the girl so bad?He just likes girls and will have girls when he gets married in the future, but he doesn't like boys yet.

"Eat, eat, wash your hands and eat quickly. You all have had a hard day today." Lin Deshui greeted the people in the room.

He walked to Old Man Song and stood a few steps away.

"Uncle, please sit over here, we are going to set a table here."

"Where is Song Wenjun? Is she hiding away from me? Tell her to come out. I am her father. If she treats me like this, isn't she afraid of thunder?"

"I said, uncle, what's the matter with you? If you have something to say, sister Wenjun is so busy that she can't even eat. This person wants to see her, and that person wants to see her. They are all doing this nonsense. How can she have time? Do your own thing?”

"What are you talking about? I don't understand a word."

"Well, if you want to see Wenjun, make an appointment when she is not busy. From now on, I will be Wenjun's secretary. If you want to see her, you have to make arrangements through me."

<divclass="contentadv">Old man Song was shaking with anger.

"Okay, tell me, when will she have time?"

Lin Deshui was serious and took out a crumpled notebook from his trouser pocket, which contained a list of materials he had purchased to build the factory these days.

"Let me see... Emma, ​​Wenjun is too busy, please come back after the New Year."

What!

Isn't this deceiving too much?

"Who are you? Did Song Wenjun ask you to say this?"

"My name is Lin Deshui. Sister Wenjun told me to leave you alone, but I think you are an eyesore and I want to make you angry."

"Lin, Lin Deshui?"

Isn’t that the name of my daughter-in-law’s biological brother?

"Are you Qianqian's younger brother?"

"Yes, my sister is Lin Qianqian, but I don't like her, and she doesn't like me, so we don't have any contact."

Okay, no wonder the in-laws came to the island instead of staying at his house. This was deliberately giving him and his wife eye drops.

how?Did he and his wife treat Lin Qianqian badly?Just hold it in the palm of your hand and offer it, what else do you want!

With an enlightenment, he finally understood why the dead girl suddenly became so stubborn that she didn't even call him daddy, but called him "uncle".

It turned out that Lin Weidong and his wife were behind the scenes. Maybe they gave Song Wenjun the money to build his house.

The more he thought about it, the more it seemed possible. Old Man Song's face was as black as the ashes on the bottom of a pot. He couldn't help but grind his back teeth and said, "Just wait, I won't let it go like this."

Lin Deshui touched the back of his neck in confusion. Why did the old man look like he was robbing his ancestral grave when he left?