Transmigrating into a Book in the 1980s: I Conduct Scientific Research on an Island

Chapter 129 Offending People Who Shouldn't Offend
"How did he find it here?"

"I don't know either, maybe, maybe Wenjun said it."

"Mr. Wen?"

Wu Xiuzhi gritted her teeth and said, "Maybe it's her fault, you stinky girl. She wants our family to never have peace!"

"Mom, I guessed it too. Don't be angry, maybe it's not the case."

"There's no need to speak for her. She was born to me. How can I still be unclear about her virtues?"

The ward suddenly became quiet. After a while, Wu Xiuzhi calmed down the anger in her heart, held Lin Qianqian's hand and said, "Mom will give you justice, Qianqian, I'm sorry, it was my mother who didn't take good care of you."

"Mom, please don't say that, you are the best mother-in-law in the world."

In the interrogation room, Ding Er's face was beaten into a pig's head.

"Say, who sent you here?"

Ding Er spat out the bloody foam in his mouth and sneered, "I came here on my own."

hehe!Just wait, and let them know at dawn what the consequences of tying him up will be. If he dares to walk sideways, he will not be without support.

However, he soon realized something was wrong.

"Ms. Lin is a relative of Comrade Song Wenhao, Song Wenhao, you don't know who it is, do you?"

Ding Er's heart trembled, and he stammered and asked, "Song Wenhao on the island?"

"Otherwise? How many Song Wenhaos do you think the county can produce?"

Suddenly an ominous premonition came over him, and Ding Er became panicked.

"I-I didn't know she was Comrade Song's wife."

"According to our investigation, your brother Ding San molested Teacher Lin at the pier a few days ago and took her to the park to do evil. It was Teacher Lin's wit that allowed her to escape. However, it was also because of your brother that she suffered a miscarriage. That was her and Comrade Song Wenhao's first child."

what?
At this time, Ding Er was sweating like rain and sitting on pins and needles.

"No, it's impossible, it's all a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding..."

"Fart! Is it a misunderstanding that you went to the hospital to commit murder?"

"I……"

Ding Er was speechless for a moment, and his mind was in a mess.

He found her after Lu Chunjuan told him that Song Wenjun's sister-in-law was hospitalized.

Lu Chunjuan knew Song Wenjun, did she know that her brother was the famous Song Wenhao?
Damn it, I fell into Lu Chunjuan’s trap.

"Brother, the misunderstanding is all a misunderstanding. I am willing to compensate, as long as she agrees, I am willing to pay as much as you want."

God, who did his stupid brother offend?

He is the only one in the family who has a formal, stable and high-paying job. Every day he arrives late and leaves early. As long as he stares, no one dares to fart more.

This is good, the good times are over, and no one will invite him to dinner again. He offended people who shouldn't be offended.

"Hmph! Are you afraid now? I tell you, I will attack you in the dark, and you will be judged in the future."

In the early morning of the next day, Lu Xiaomei rushed to make breakfast, but Song Wenjun was not polite to her, because she was not good at making these things.

"Sister-in-law, are you still going to the city today?"

"Well, are you okay?"

Lu Xiaomei blushed, hesitated for a long time and finally made a face and ran away.

Ah!
If you want a bike, just ask!
She forgot about her bicycle yesterday. It seemed that she would have to bring the car back when she came back tonight.

But can she ride?Why are you so anxious?
With her three children at school, she went to the warehouse to pack some tools and put them in her bag, then leisurely went to the big willow tree in the center of the village. Many villagers had already gathered, but most of them were carrying tools to catch the sea.

There is a big tide today, and there are two baskets beside Uncle Li and Aunt Li.

"Wenjun, aren't you going?"

"No."

She wanted to ask Uncle Li how he was thinking about opening a store, and just let it go. Not everyone was like her and dared to think and do it.

　The starting point’s collection is three, and the subscription is even more pitiful. I don’t know what’s going on. Putting my novels into short stories, it feels like a stand-alone game. Fortunately, there is a monthly ticket recommendation ticket from Yunqi Academy. Thank you friends who voted for monthly tickets.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)