"Then it's worth your death today, right?" Song Baojun raised his legs and said condescendingly.

"I..." Hearing his intention was to die by himself, Wang Cunde's words were in his throat and he could no longer make any sound.

The bosses around him could hear it clearly and couldn't help but get goose bumps that were uncontrollable.

Seeing that Wang Cunde was so scared, Song Baojun smiled and said, "Just just kidding, don't be so nervous. Even a dog belongs to his own right to survive in this world, let alone you?" He turned his head and asked Du Yinlang, "Cousin, what should you do with Mr. Wang?"

Du Yin Corridor: "Lao Wang, there is nothing you have to do here. Let's go back first and go to the Zhuca Committee Office tomorrow to wait for the handling."

Wang Cunde was granted a general amnesty and said hundreds of good words with great gratitude. He wanted to say goodbye, but found that his legs were weak and he couldn't stand up at all. In desperation, he slowly crawled to the door with his knees until a waiter saw that the man was really pitiful and helped him into the elevator.

After Wang Cunde left, the restaurant resumed laughter and joy. The atmosphere seemed to be as enthusiastic as taking stimulants, and everyone insisted on it. In this case, who dared to have a bitter face? Do you show your face to Mr. Du?

Everyone lined up to toast the Second Young Master and the Jun Shao. Du Yin Ling came without hesitation, and I don’t know how many cups he had served. Everyone smiled and said that the Second Young Master was more caring. They flattered and said that the Jun Shao was in a good mood. For a moment, the flattery and the magic snail flew together, and the cowhide faced the same face.

There are also a few who think that their daughters are pretty, and they also said with a shameless face that they want to introduce them.

...

After the banquet, Du Yinlang asked Liang Bohua to drive the luxurious extended Xuande Bingchen car to take Song Baojun home.

When she got off the bus, Song Baojun still felt that this dream seemed not very real. It was too awesome, and power was such a good thing.

Mother Wu Guifang has returned to her room to sleep, and her parents Song Shixian are still staying in the living room to watch the TV show "Beautiful Swimsuit Fight". On the screen, the young and tender girl with only a dozen wearing three-point costumes, swaying around, and her big white breasts are swaying everywhere. Song Shixian can't blink and even forget about the cigarette butt burns her fingers.

Song Baojun calmed down and sat next to the sofa with alcohol all over his body. He picked up the remote control and switched the program to the news channel, and asked, "Dad, you just came back from Xiangjing?"

Song Shixian glanced at his son in surprise: "When will you drink? I warn you not to interact with friends. If you get into any bad habits, don't blame me for dealing with you."

Song Baojun said: "It was Du Yinlang's cousin who invited me to drink."

"Du Yinlang? This kid doesn't come to Chazhou to find his uncle. It's really inappropriate." Song Shixian groaned.

"I told my cousin that you have already gone to Xiangjing to do business. By the way, my aunt is fine, right?"

The mother Wu Guifang also treated her son as a child, and the father already thought there were many things to say to the son. He said angrily: "I don't want to hide this from you. Your aunt is divorced. Back then, I didn't agree with her marrying the Jing-like man. Didn't she just look handsome when she looks pretty? In fact, she is just an embroidered pillow, full of grass. What's the use of a man being so handsome? Your aunt has suffered a lot over the years. She has worked for more than ten years and can't even afford a house. She still rents someone else's house in the suburbs."

Song Baojun did not dare to express any opinions on this, so he had to respond a few times and asked, "How did you get a divorce?"

Song Shixian said: "Isn't that fool like a Beijing man having an affair? He clinged to a rich widow in Chazhou. It took your aunt half a year to find out the inside story. Your mother and I went to see that they had a divorce agreement. There was also a twelve-year-old daughter raised by your aunt, and there was no decent property. It was so pitiful."

More than ten years ago, when Song Baojun's aunt Wu Qiufang saw the handsome and handsome man like Beijing at first sight, she decided that he was the true emperor in her life, so she insisted on getting married despite her sister and brother-in-law's objection. At the beginning, the two of them had a happy life for a while. Shortly after the marriage, their daughter was born and their hands began to be nervous.

Han Wei was very good-looking, but unfortunately, he was a little bit of a bad person. He was good at pleasing women with sweet words and charm. He was very good at playing romance and romantic style, but he just didn't have the ability to make money. In the language of "Dream of Red Mansions", he was the body of a maid of a lady, and he was the fate of a playboy, but he only had the ability of a servant.

As the saying goes, a real man should not have power for a day, and a young man should not have money for a day. Han Weiwu has no power and money, and he only knows how to eat, drink and have fun all day long. Over time, he feels that life is in short supply. As the saying goes, poor couples are sad about everything. Han Weiwu doesn't make money himself, but he also has to use his wife's money every day, but his wife's work is not enough, and he gradually becomes unfair.

One day last year, Han Weiwu was in a bartender as usual and met an elegant lady who was inspecting Xiangjing, so he went up to chat with her. Seeing that he was a middle-aged man with a good conversation and a handsome middle-aged man, the lady had an idea for a moment, and the two of them were so fucked by fire. Han Weiwu was greedy for the noble lady's property, and flattered her, and decided to divorce her wife.

Until now, things finally settled, leaving Wu Qiufang and his daughter behind, and Han Weiwu patted his butt and left.

Song Baojun felt aroused and asked, "Is that man now also in Chazhou?"

"Yes, the damn Xiang Jinglao left as soon as he signed the divorce agreement. The widow with him seemed to be the boss of a company. Uh, I couldn't remember it all at once. Anyway, I was quite rich. I bought a small car for Xiang Jinglao, and my clothes were dressed brightly, as if I was stupid."

"How is my aunt now?"

Song Shixian pondered: "Anyway, your aunt is very uncomfortable. We left her some money, so she didn't say much. She works in a housekeeping company in Xiangjing and helps people clean the house on time every week, and her income is not very high."

Xiang Jing's man who abandoned his wife and children and clinged to wealth... Song Baojun remembered it silently in his heart and stood up and said, "How about I go to Xiang Jing to see my aunt after the holiday next month."
Chapter completed!