As long as Secretary Song supports me.

Chen Jianguo thought Song Qingyun had made a promise to him and was extremely excited.

He went to the bamboo flower convenience store again. Can cold noodles be eaten without vinegar?

It’s just a cold day, it’s just a pair with cold noodles.

It was dinner time, and there was no one in the convenience store, and everyone went home to have dinner.

Zhuhua was calling Liu Yonghua and scolded her: "Why haven't you come back yet? How pitiful I am to guard the family alone. I am a woman. Don't worry, are you still human?"

Liu Yonghua was probably saying that he really couldn't leave. Can he not deal with the trouble if his father caused?

Zhuhua didn't beat him up and scolded him. The old man caused trouble and was so annoyed that he would be so annoyed.

Liu Yonghua's voice became louder. This time Chen Jianguo heard it: "That's our father, I really can't come back."

Seeing Chen Jianguo, Zhu Hua finished the call, handed over a bottle of vinegar, and scolded: "What are you looking around? Huang Erwa said that he would come back after dinner. The person had already made an appointment, and he would be mahjong all night."

Chen Jianguo said that that's fine, that's fine.

Zhuhua was unhappy and said, "Are you looking forward to Maogen coming to the door to watch the fun?"

Chen Jianguo said that I am Yonghua’s subordinate. I have worked together for so many years and have feelings for you. I care about you!

"You have to care." Zhuhua snorted and asked again: "The election is coming soon. Your family has four votes. Who are you going to vote for? You don't want to give it to Liushan, right? In the afternoon, your wife Gao Chunrong accidentally dug someone's seedlings while hoeing the ground. Gong Liushan didn't say a word of complaint, and she was smiling. I think you have colluded."

Chen Jianguo: "How is it possible? My ticket will definitely be given to Yonghua. What's the relationship between us? I won't talk about it anymore. The family is still waiting for dinner!"

He had a ghost in his heart, so he stammered for a few words and left.

"What did Secretary Song say?" Gao Chunrong asked hurriedly when he saw her husband.

Chen Jianguo: "It's over."

Gao Chunrong smiled and said, "I just said that Zhuhua destroys the reputation of Secretary Song so much, and everyone has to take revenge. Jianguo, I think you have done this."

"That's it, who am I?" Chen Jianguo smiled so hard that his eyes disappeared completely, and then he stretched out his hand and snatched his own central score with pride: "Our village is at a critical stage of the poverty alleviation battle, and it is time to let young knowledgeable, cultured and capable comrades carry the burden."

"Oh, you're still proud." Gao Chunrong suddenly became alert: "If you become the village chief, you can't mess with relationships between men and women."

"I'm not that kind of person."

"You are." Gao Chunrong affirmed: "You just said that Luo Nan was thin, and men liked thin. Also, when a man liked a woman, there was light in his eyes, and when you looked at Luo Po, there was light in his eyes."

Chen Jianguo was sweating all over and screamed: "I was wronged and it was the reflection of his glasses."

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As soon as Chen Jianguo left, Song Qingyun felt anger in his heart.

Damn Gong Zhu actually framed me like this. Can you tell me this nonsense? How can I meet people in the future?

In fact, it’s not important to see people or to be afraid. How can Luo Nan meet people in the future?

After all, he is a woman and will get married and get married in the future. If his reputation is bad, it will be bad.

"I have to talk to Yonghua about this and ask him to take care of his wife." Song Qingyun thought so in his heart.

But after a change of thought, he was depressed again. The rumors were gone, so what could happen if Yonghua asked him to take care of him again? It would cause disagreement between the couple, and it was really unnecessary.

Song Qingyun was in a bad mood, and secondly, he was thinking about how to do surveillance, so he couldn't eat it, so he ripped it off and took a bowl of things.

After dinner, he turned on his laptop in the room to think about it.

I don’t know if the inspiration has come, but suddenly a thought surges in my heart. Song Qingyun slapped his forehead and said, “I have it.”

It doesn’t matter if you don’t have money to buy surveillance, can you use your phone?

There is a camera on the phone, which can be used as a camera.

The time of the mobile phone camera is related to the memory size and battery power.

Under normal circumstances, flagship models can maintain four hours of shooting. Being more conservative, three hours are still OK.

Song Qingyun used to be so poor that he used a second-hand mobile phone that others had eliminated when he was in college. He spent three years using two hundred yuan per mobile phone until he got stuck as slow as a snail.

Later, the situation at home improved, and he used to devote himself to studying. He had no other hobbies, so he liked home and electronic products. After he had money, he consumed revenge and bought a new phone as soon as he got it out.

Now there are two spare machines at home, which comes in handy.

The two mobile phones are installed on the only way to Ronan's home. They are photographed alternately, and they should be able to capture the images of criminals.

Of course, you have to keep these two mobile phones confidential, otherwise let the criminals know, aren’t you doing it in vain?

Also, the most important thing is to get Ronan home first.

I have lived in the village committee for a long time, and even if that person wants to throw stones, he can only let him come here. There are so many people here, isn’t that going to fall into the trap?

"What's there?" One person walked in. It was Luo Nan who came back after closing the store.

Song Qingyun: "I have a way to catch criminals, but you have to move them home first to be bait."

"I won't go back, I won't go back." Luo Nan's face immediately turned pale, he kept shaking his head, and wanted to cry again: "Secretary Song, you can't ignore me."

To preventiveness, Song Qingyun subconsciously held the notebook in front of his chest and kept a safe distance.

It’s hard to explain clearly in the melon field.

"Lonan, it is not a solution for you to live in the village committee for a long time. After all, you still have your own home. Of course, I am not driving you away. If you want to solve the problem, you have to dig out that person in the end. Don't be afraid, I will organize people to protect you, and you will never encounter any danger. Just sleep at home with confidence, we will have everything."

"No, I won't go back. Secretary Song, please don't drive me away." Luo Nan cried: "I'm really afraid to go home. Yes, with you, the bad guys will not do anything to me. But now, I think it's a bad guy and everything I hear. When the wind blows at night, I feel that someone is throwing stones at my roof. A shadow flashes outside, and I feel that it's a bad guy running... I'm so scared. If you ask me to go home, I will die."

"But this is not a solution, don't be afraid." Song Qingyun was still encouraging her.

However, Luo Nan stopped talking and said the opposite: "Secretary Song, let me stay here, I will do housework for you. Do you need to wash your clothes? I will help you?"

"What are you washing? Can you clean it?" At this time, a fat shadow rushed in and snatched Song Qingyun's coat hanging from the nail behind the door.

This person is Wan Xinke. She had noticed Luo Nan who had been back. When she saw Widow Luo entering Song Qingyun's room, she was shocked and hurried over to be a bodyguard.

Luo Nan: "Secretary Song, I will wash your socks."

"What do you want to wash? You can't wash it. Secretary Song's housework is all done by me, what's more to do?" Wan Xinke snatched Song Qingyun's socks again.

"Then... I'll help you wash your pants, Secretary Song." This time, Luo Nan grabbed Song Qingyun's jeans: "Do you need to wash your autumn pants?"

Wan Xinke was furious: "Secretary Song, do you need to wash your windbreaker? Oh, if you don't need to wash the outside, I'll wash the lining."

In this way, the two of them fought and set up a formation in the yard, each of them was washing clothes with a large wooden basin.

Song Qingyun was stunned: "Hey, I have no clothes to change, I can't go out!"

All his coats and pants were stolen, and at this moment he was wearing only a warm suit, standing under the dazzling starry sky at high altitude, trembling with cold.

Luo Nan refused to go home to be bait, but he kept wiping his tears when he heard Song Qingyun's advice.

Our Secretary Xiao Song was very disintegrated.

So, what should I do?

Cold salad!
Chapter completed!