The boss of the apocalypse travels back to the 1970s with space

Her son is actually copying the Little Red Book for her as a mother?

"Really?" Luo Meijuan was shocked, and then she crossed her hands excitedly and shed tears of emotion.

"...Huzi has finally grown up! He feels sorry for me as a mother now."

"Yes," Xia Meng nodded seriously, eyes full of envy.

"With a sensible child like Huzi, your good fortune is yet to come!"

Luo Meijuan couldn't help but nod, agreeing with Xia Meng's words.

"However, there are too many words in the Little Red Book," Luo Meijuan wiped the tears from her eyes.

"It will be too hard for Hu Zi to finish copying. I already know his intentions. As a mother, I can't let him work so hard."

When Luo Meijuan said this, she looked happy!

Zhou Haiyang looked at Xia Meng with admiration.

The section chief is really... so awesome!

Luo Meijuan was about to push the office door with joy, "It's too late, it's not too late to copy the Little Red Book tomorrow!"

"No!" Xia Meng quickly stopped in front of Luo Meijuan, "I'm afraid you don't know that Wang Hu took leave in the afternoon in order to copy the Little Red Book. He has almost finished copying it now. Wouldn't it be wrong for you to go in and call him out now? I failed him."

"Anyway, he's almost finished copying it. Why don't you wait a little longer?"

Luo Meijuan heard what Xia Meng said and felt that what Xia Meng said made sense, so she nodded.

"Okay, I'll wait here until Huzi finishes copying the Little Red Book."

Wang Hu in the room listened to the conversation between Xia Meng and his mother outside the door, word for word!

Wang Hu's face turned the color of pig's liver, and his whole body was shaking with anger!

If that damn girl Xia Meng said this, how could he complain to his mother?

Wang Hu has always known that his mother is powerful and unreasonable. When he comes home and tells his mother what happened today, his mother will definitely make Xia Meng unable to calm down!

But Xia Meng said that he copied the Little Red Book to bless his mother.

How could he tell the truth?

He has already established an image of a filial child in her mother's mind because of copying the Little Red Book. Does he want to tell his mother that all this is fake?

No!

Absolutely not!

But when Wang Hu finished copying the Red Book, he didn't come up with any solution.

After Wang Hu finished copying, he threw the pen on the table, took the notebook and went out.

Seeing Wang Hu come out, Luo Meijuan immediately greeted her and held her son's hand distressedly.

"Damn my dear son, thank you for your hard work!"

Wang Hu's eyes fell on Xia Meng's face, and he saw Xia Meng smiling brightly at him, but her eyebrows were raised provocatively.

Wang Hu's breath froze, and he glared at Xia Meng secretly, then looked down at his mother, whose face was full of emotion. His lips moved, but he didn't say anything after all.

"Good son, please let mom take a look at the Little Red Book you copied," Luo Meijuan took the notebook from her son's hand, and then, without waiting for Wang Hu to refuse, she opened the notebook and took a look...

Well...

Is this a word?

Twisted and twisted...

Luo Meijuan coughed lightly and closed the book as if nothing had happened, with a smile still on her face.

"It doesn't matter whether the handwriting is good or not. If my son has this kind of filial piety, my mother will be happy!"

Wang Hu could only smile and said, "Mom, as long as you are happy."

Luo Meijuan sniffed, "Mom is happy. Mom is happy that you have finally grown up. I know I feel sorry for you."

"Let's go, son," Luo Meijuan took Wang Hu's slightly swollen wrist, "Go home with mom. It's so late, it's time to go to bed. Mom will prepare something delicious for you tomorrow morning."

Wang Hu nodded and took a deep look at Xia Meng and Zhou Haiyang before leaving.

Zhou Haiyang had no expression on his face.

Xia Meng smiled indifferently and even waved to Wang Hu.

Wang Hu grinded his teeth, snorted secretly, turned around and left!

After Wang Hu and Luo Meijuan left, Zhou Haiyang gave Xia Meng a thumbs up.

There was no contempt or ridicule in Zhou Haiyang's eyes, only pure admiration!

He is acknowledging Xia Meng's abilities and methods!

Xia Meng smiled and started to leave.

Zhou Haiyang quickly asked, "Section Chief, where are you going?"

Xia Meng, "Go and inspect the factory."

Zhou Haiyang hurriedly caught up, "I'll go with you."

Xia Meng had her first day at work today and had planned to go home. Unexpectedly, Wang Hu disrupted her plan. It was so late and she had no car, so how could she go back.

Xia Meng planned not to go back today, but to inspect the factory, go back to the office and sleep for a night, and go home tomorrow to bring some bedding to the dormitory allocated in the factory. If he doesn't go back in the future, he can still sleep in the dormitory.

The factory was quiet at ten o'clock in the evening. Except for the occasional few factories wandering around outside, most workers had gone back to their dormitories to sleep.

Xia Meng and Zhou Haiyang walked around the factory with flashlights, and met people on duty at night. Zhou Haiyang stayed behind to patrol with them, while Xia Meng returned to the office alone.

Back in the office, Xia Meng yawned, lay down on the table and began to sleep.

In the second half of the night, after Xia Meng woke up, she went on patrol again. At around five o'clock the next morning, Xia Meng woke up, stretched her body, and rubbed her sore neck. She felt a little tired and had not slept well.

Xia Meng went to the bathroom to wash her face, brush her teeth, and drank a few glasses of spiritual spring water. Finally, she felt much more energetic.

In the morning, someone informed Xia Meng that the factory director was going to have a meeting!

At 9:50 in the morning, Xia Meng came outside the factory director's office and saw a large group of factory cadres entering the factory director's office one after another.

When everyone saw Xia Meng, they all cast curious glances at Xia Meng.

Entering the office, Xia Meng saw that the factory director hadn't arrived yet, but he saw an acquaintance, Qi Ping'an, the chief of the personnel department.

When Qi Ping'an saw Xia Meng, his attitude was slightly colder than when he first arrived. He just smiled and nodded at Xia Meng.

Xia Meng naturally knows why?

Xia Meng didn't mean to embarrass Section Chief Qi, so he just sat quietly at the end.

Sitting next to her was a middle-aged lesbian. She stared at Xia Meng curiously. It wasn't until Xia Meng laid his eyes on her that she greeted Xia Meng with a smile.

"Hello, are you Comrade Xia who just came from the security department?"

Xia Meng smiled and nodded, and stretched out his hand, "Hello, I am Xia Meng!"

The woman also stretched out her hand to shake Xia Meng's hand, "Hello, my name is Yu Xin, and I am the section chief of the Publicity Department of our factory!"

"What did Xia do before?"

Xia Meng felt that the other party was not trying to dig into her privacy, but was simply interested in her as a person. She did not feel offended, so she smiled and said,

"I spent some time in a cultural troupe before."

"Art troupe?" Section Chief Yu's eyes lit up, "Oh, this is great..."

However, before Section Chief Yu could finish speaking, the factory director walked in. Everyone immediately stopped talking, their eyes fell on the factory director, and followed him.