Of course, Meng Weijun knew who Wang Zhengguo was.
Wang Zhengguo's eldest brother is the county party committee, and their father is a student of their grandfather, and this old man Wang has everything he needs for the Song family.
If it weren't for the Song family's strict management in this regard, he would have gone to this old man to find some benefits, Xiaorong's boyfriend Wang Zheng, Wang Zhengguo, was already married Song Ersheng continued, "A few days ago, when I went to pick up my sister from school with Sister Nana, I saw a person wearing a red turban at my uncle's grave, and we all saw it.
It turned out that it was Sister Rong, I saw the red bandana in her today, Brother Jun, is this grave really blown up by Sister Rong, I don't tell the police uncle, am I a bad boy?"
Meng Weijun's head buzzed, and his back was numb.
Xiao Rong got together with Wang Zhengguo's married husband, and went to the grave to tryst with the person who blew up the grave, and the one who buried the dead cat, isn't it a person who discovered Xiao Rong's ugly thing and warned them or someone on Wang Zhengguo's side to make trouble Song Ersheng looked at Meng Weijun's frantic eyes, and his heart was very calm.
He continued to say cautiously, "Actually, I picked up this at my aunt's door just now, I thought it was waste paper and wanted to light a fire for Sister Rong, but Sister Rong ignored me, so I took it back."
But just now I found out that there is a red handprint on it, Brother Jun, is this waste paper, can you help me put it back in front of my aunt's house?"
Meng Weijun was in no mood to look at these things at all, but he really needed to do something to calm himself down and distract himself now, so he took it mechanically, and after glancing at it, the whole person lost his strength and sat down on the ground It's over.
Xiao Rong's ugly story was known.
This is Xiao Rong's handwriting Meng Weijun suddenly came to his senses, grabbed them and looked at them carefully, and after that, he was covered with cold sweat.
It's really over.
If Xiao Rong is poked out, her own job will not be saved, and even his and Xiaozhu's mother's jobs will not be saved.
Xiaozhu's mother's unit is now evaluating the house, and it's the time when it's critical and fatal Meng Weijun's back was wet, and he swallowed several mouthfuls of spit, calm and calm.
Since this thing was written by Xiao Rong, it is impossible for her to tear it off and throw it around, so it should be torn off by her mother.
In addition, if you get this, why do you just take this by blowing up the grave and burying the dead cat, it's the best evidence Yes, yes, there is still a chance to save it, Mom knows, she must know.
Otherwise, she wouldn't let Xiao Rong go home, why is she so confused, Xiao Rong, this shameless person, actually did this kind of thing, did the person who blew up the grave want to scare people and warn people, or what he wanted to do, no, it was Xiao Rong who blew up the grave, the red bandana, Xiao Rong's red turban, Wang Zhengguo, this bastard thing, just bullied my sister Xiao Rong, why did she blow up the grave, did she blow up the dead cat, who did it Meng Weirong's brain capacity was insufficient, and he thought about it a lot one after another.
Song Ersheng lowered his head and seemed to say to himself, "I don't talk to the police uncle about the red turban, so Sister Rong won't be taken away by the police uncle, if she is taken away, is it the same as the one who played on the point, I don't want Sister Rong to be handcuffed, Sister Rong works so well, she was taken away by the police uncle, what should I do with my work, Brother Jun?"
At this time, many factories are facing closure, and many public units have greatly exceeded the number of employees required for actual positions due to previous historical reasons.
Under these circumstances, being able to fire employees openly and without paying any compensation is the dark and careful wish of many leaders that Wang Zhengguo will not be able to keep his position, let alone herself, with the bad degree of Meng Weirong's matter.
And Meng Weijun and his wife and Meng Weicheng, even if they themselves are not wrong, there are people who want to squeeze them out and report to the leaders.
Gently pressing the hand above, the future of this work is basically wasted.
The issue of style is originally big or small, and there are too many articles that can be done What is the style of the Song family, everyone knows very well.
Meng Weijun definitely didn't dare to expect that the Song family would reach out to help when the time came.
It would be nice not to kill them Song Ersheng pinched Meng Weijun's soft underbelly and work prospects.
Even if the aunt didn't agree to go to the thunder, she wanted to use other methods, such as threatening Wang Zhengguo and the like, as a reason for their family to get out.
But Meng Weijun, who is cautious and can't afford to lose, will not agree.
He will never allow the slightest flaw in his work prospects Yes, what should I do, what should I do, Meng Weijun's eyes flashed a hint of fierceness, Xiao Rong can not have anything to do, if she has something, the whole family is finished, Xiao Rong's ugly thing must not be exposed, what should I do, and ask her if she blew up the grave.
Now it's all spreading, everyone is asking about it, and if there is a little rumor, it will be ruined What to do Meng Weijun raised his head and looked at his mother, who was sitting with his grandmother and aunt, bowing his head and not speaking, since his mother knew about Xiaorong, why didn't he stop her Look at the current situation, completely pinched in the palm of his hand, someone must be hiding in secret, waiting to see their family's jokes, waiting to see their family lose their jobs and die Absolutely not Meng Weijun stood up, touched Song Ersheng's head casually, and said gently, "How can you lie to the police uncle, Sanqian is so smart and sensible, you should tell the police uncle everything you know, these waste papers are useless, big brother help you throw them away."
You tell the police uncle about the red turban you saw on the graveyard, the original, fifteen-ten, and tell the policeman, do you know about the three thousand good boys?"
Song Ersheng smiled slightly, "Okay" Meng Weijun came back with Song Ersheng in his arms, and after putting her down, he called Aunt Song away.
Song Ersheng didn't look at their mother and son.
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