I’m Chasing Rough Guys at 80s

No one knows what Versailles literature is at this meeting, and Yu Jingting is purely self-taught.

He first used a very impatient tone, expressing a state of annoyed to death, and then calmly, showing off Boba ruthlessly.

In the meeting, except for Shen Liangyin's dark face, everyone else was shown by Yu Jingting, showing envious eyes.

For a while, the meeting room echoed with all kinds of flattery praising the factory manager's baby's talent. Yu Jingting pretended to be aggressive and said, what's the big deal, don't people talk sooner or later?

He still sighed pretendingly, saying that he raised a child without any sense of accomplishment.

The factory director is in a lot of pain. Tell me, other people's children wet the bed. Your two children know how to urinate since they were very young, making it very difficult for him to experience washing diapers.

Suizi's face was hot, and she thanked the organization and the leader silently in her heart. Thanks to the promotion of Yu Jingting as the factory director, his position is high enough, so no matter how hard he tries to deal with people, no one will be covered in sacks.

Otherwise, this kind of blatant self-serving, showing off your baby's excellent products during meetings, will be beaten in a place like Wang's Waizi.

Those in our factory who are planning to have children are planning to learn from you, and they want to raise such a good child—but the deputy factory manager seems not very happy. Tell me, is she twisted because she can't get married?

At the end of the elder sister's speech, the topic turned to Shen Liangyin again.

Thanks to the two elder sisters who like to be matchmakers, Shen Liangyin's image of older women who hate married women spread in the factory.

After several rounds of spreading, the rumors gradually developed into a magical color.

From the very beginning: the deputy factory director has high eyesight but low hands and can't get married.

It developed into: the deputy factory manager was jealous of married and pregnant women because he couldn't get married, and deliberately bumped into pregnant female employees in the cafeteria.

Then it changed to: because the deputy factory manager hated someone better married than himself, he practiced at home and had to eat three pig intestines every day for good luck.

The eldest sister told Suizi the rumor version, Suizi was dumbfounded.

Although she hates Shen Liangyin, these rumors have nothing to do with Suizi.

That's all for nothing. Open the altar and eat three pig intestines. What is the basis and source of this? Suizi asked.

It is said that someone saw her nanny, carrying fresh pig intestines back, there must be a fairy who gave her advice!

Uh... Suizi can only say that the people's imagination is indeed rich.

Seeing the large intestine, I thought of so much, and combined with the context, combined with the previous rumors, Shen Liangyin was really wronged.

Suizi could completely imagine Shen Liangyin's mood at the moment.

With a high probability, Suizi will record all the unlucky things these days on Suizi's head.

According to Shen Liangyin's thinking of the schemer, maybe he thought it was Suizi who was secretly molesting her.

The weather is getting warmer a little bit, and it will be Ching Ming Festival in a flash.

For more than a month, Yu Jingting felt tremendous pressure.

He had seen Suizi's strength as a teacher.

She was like a devil every day, staring at the stack of cheats he was studying for the college entrance examination, and did spot checks from time to time.

During the peaceful breakfast time, he was slurping the fragrant porridge when she suddenly said:

What is the formula for converting air pressure to altitude?

Yu Jingting suddenly felt that the big porridge in his mouth had turned into glass stubble, which was tasteless.

Then why bother memorizing the formula? Daughter-in-law, let me tell you about my problem-solving ideas. The first step is to go up to the highest point of the building with the barometer.

Um.

Step two, tie the rope to the barometer.

???

The third step is to throw down the barometer tied with the rope, and then measure the length of the rope. This is the height of the building. I just don't have the heart to be a scientist, so what else is Su Zhe doing?

Leave the scientists alone, if you do scientific research, there is no hope for our country. Suizi rubbed his head, his way of answering questions that always took an unconventional path, summed up, could write a book.

She has already thought of the title of the book Complete Jokes!

Yu Jingting's refusal to join the comedy circle is simply a huge loss for the comedy circle.

Something big happened this month.

Under Suizi's strong recommendation, Su Zhe was hired by a certain university in the capital city, and Fan Huang's contribution is naturally indispensable for this.

Su Zhe was reluctant to go at first. He is such a lofty scholar, he was unwilling to use other people's resources.

Suizi told him a truth, and his words were almost broken, but Su Zhe didn't want to.

In the end, Yu Jingting went over with a bottle of Erguotou, and the two brothers locked themselves in the room, murmuring something, and the next day Su Zhe packed his luggage and embarked on a journey to realize his self-worth in life.

Suizi was very curious about how Yu Jingting persuaded Su Zhe, and asked him, but he didn't say anything, Suizi could only resort to a beauty trick.

After blowing enough pillow wind, Yu Jingting, who took advantage of everything, finally gave the answer.

Actually, the two of us had nothing to do, so we made a bet, whoever peed farther away, he lost, so he rolled over to teach.

When he said this, Yu Jingting put his hands on his hips, swaying with pride like throwing urine.

No matter how Suizi thought about it, he felt that his reason was too outrageous, but he couldn't ask anything else, so he could only acquiesce that what he said was true.

A man is a teenager until he dies, huh.

Why do you need to measure the height of the building? Isn't that thing on the drawing paper? Wang Cuihua interjected curiously.

Hey, the exam questions are all sick. We have also learned some things that we don't need this semester. What is the volume of a rectangle? We learn, it's just—”

Jiaojiao's happy complaints were silenced in the overly gentle eyes of the sister-in-law.

Swallow the phrase Take off your pants and fart secretly, and quickly eat porridge, oops, she is so busy.

You are asked to learn, not to study the mental state of the questioner. Yu Jingting, if you continue to mess around like this, Jiaojiao will surpass you.

Suizi took a piece of egg to Yu Jingting, let's make it up, this guy's brain cells are almost exhausted recently.

Let's get down to business, does Qingming have to go back to worship ancestors? Wang Cuihua asked.

Tomb-sweeping Day has the custom of sweeping graves. This year is the first Qingming Festival after Yu Shuisheng came back. Wang Cuihua has been debating for a long time whether to go back to the village to worship her ancestors.

The ancestral grave of Lao Yu's family was about to be blown up by Yu Shuisheng before, and the quarrel was not happy.

But on such a big day, pretending not to know is always inappropriate.

If you want to go back, you can go back. I also miss the big kang in the village. Yu Jingting said.

Now as long as he can not let him read the thing written by his wife, he is willing to dig the ground with a hoe.

Then let's go back. I just took the children for a walk. The ice and snow have melted and the earth has warmed up. It's good.

Suizi's words made the corners of Yu Jingting's mouth rise, but immediately after that, he couldn't laugh anymore.