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the next day.
Song Fugui went to the factory's "520" gate as usual to guard the gate, but ran into Song Xiaofeng at the gate.
He had been waiting for a long time.
"Uncle Song!"
What are you doing here?
Song Fugui was displeased.
That day, I treated Dajiao to dinner, intending to pay with the bank card Xiaofeng gave me, but the card was reported lost, which was so embarrassing.
"Uncle Song, could you please help me with Qinglian's matter again? I really like her."
Song Xiaofeng said.
"Child, I can't and don't want to get involved in this. Do whatever you want. If you're so capable, go find Qinglian. I don't have time to waste with you!"
Song Fugui waved his hand, signaling them to leave.
"Uncle Song, I've come here with sincerity this time!"
As he spoke, Song Xiaofeng took out his schoolbag, which was filled with stacks of hundred-yuan bills.
"What...what does this mean?"
Song Fugui is a money-grubber.
His eyes lit up the moment he saw money.
Recently, my family has been facing financial difficulties. Song Qing needs surgery for appendicitis, and we also owe money for meals at the Huihuang Hotel. We desperately need the money.
"Don't rush, Uncle Song, I just want to show you my financial strength!"
Just as Song Fugui was about to grab his schoolbag, Song Xiaofeng pulled it back.
"What exactly do you want to say, kid? Speak up."
Song Fugui's attitude softened considerably.
"I want to continue with Song Qinglian."
Song Xiaofeng said.
"Xiaofeng, it's not that I'm criticizing you, but the things you did in the past were so frustrating. How can I help you? Qinglian has appendicitis and wants to use some money from her card, but she says she forgot her bank card password. Oh!"
"Uncle Song, I know I was wrong."
"What can I do now? Qinglian won't change her mind."
Song Fugui shrugged.
"Uncle Song, does that mean everything's alright on your end?"
"I'm sure I'll be fine. I think you're a good person!"
Is Song Fugui good at judging people?
It's clearly all about money.
"Uncle, please think of something for me. I'll take good care of you from now on!"
Song Xiaofeng said anxiously.
"This is troublesome. Qinglian said last night that she doesn't want to get married and wants to be a nun. I'm so worried."
"Uncle Song, is Qinglian too lonely and missing a child? It would be more lively with a child."
"Xiaofeng, aren't you kidding me? How can you have a child when you're not even married?"
"Cooking raw rice into cooked rice."
"Nonsense!"
Song Fugui disagreed.
"Uncle Song, I truly love Qinglian, and she's the one I've chosen for this lifetime!"
Song Xiaofeng's persuasive words.
even.
Last night, he dreamed of Song Qinglian. The two fought on the battlefield and even lost their lives.
"Uncle, please help me."
Song Xiaofeng opened the money bag.
"This...you're putting your uncle in a difficult position."
"Uncle Song, Qinglian says she doesn't want to get married and wants to stay single forever. This is an illness; only marriage can cure it."
"What should we do?"
"Uncle, after it's all done, it's all yours, as a bride price!"
Song Xiaofeng made a solemn vow.
"How about I try?"
Song Fugui was tempted.
Especially when they saw the large bag containing less than 80,000 yuan in cash, their eyes lit up.
"Xiaofeng, but there's one thing: you must treat Qinglian well in the future."
"Absolutely, I won't let my woman suffer even the slightest harm!"
"That's fine. I'll go buy some medicine this afternoon and secretly give it to Xiaofeng. The rest is up to you."
Song Fugui asked, "Where are you going? To the mountain resort?"
"No, there are too many people at the resort."
Song Xiaofeng said with a smug look, "Uncle, how about we stay at your house?"
“I’m not working tonight, and you’re at my place. I feel uncomfortable listening to you yelling in the next room. You should find somewhere else to go.”
Even tigers don't eat their cubs; Song Fugui didn't want to witness his daughter being raped.
"Isn't there room in Ivory Mountain Village? I'll give Qinglian her medicine, and you can take her to any riverbank or cornfield in the village, and that'll do the trick."
"also."
Song Xiaofeng nodded happily.
After being single for twenty or thirty years, it's finally coming to an end.
the next morning.
Song Qinglian is preparing to work at the Ivory Factory.
"Qinglian, drink this."
"Dad, what is it?"
Song Qinglian glanced at it; it looked like fruit juice, but not quite.
"Watermelon juice, freshly squeezed, try it, it's very sweet."
goodong...
With a gulp, Song Qinglian swallowed it into her stomach in no time.
Song Qinglian rode her electric scooter and hurried towards Ivory Mountain.
"Slow down on the road!"
Song Fugui shouted from behind.
When she couldn't see her daughter anymore, she hurriedly called Song Xiaofeng, only to find out that Song Qinglian had left home.
Just let Xiaofeng wait halfway there.
After they met, the two of them took care of things in the cornfield, and that was the end of it.
"What's the matter?"
Song Qinglian left home, and not long after, she felt her mouth was dry and her body was parched.
I drank plenty of water for breakfast, so why am I still like this?
Song Qinglian didn't take it seriously and continued walking.
soon.
I felt restless, and water started seeping out from some places.
"This……"
Song Qinglian was anxious, as today wasn't the day her period was coming.
Yao Yao was filled with anxiety as she rode her electric scooter on the road.
drip...
That's when.