This is a weak woman. What else is there to do in her farm tools business? It’s better to choose a good family to marry, and taking care of her husband and children can be considered a perfect life.

Seeing Luo Nan riding a small motorcycle to set out to guard the gate, Song Qingyun, who was sitting in the office, shook his head.

Although his words in his mind are a bit feudal and a bit unpolitical, and are easily beaten by female punches, the truth is that.

Ronan is weak-hearted and actually quite gentle. She is suitable for being a housewife. It is really difficult for her to do business alone outside. No wonder the store she opened is half dead. If the rent is not cheap, it would have been very cold.

After a long night yesterday, Song Qingyun finally couldn't convince Luo Nan, so she had to open a room for her to move in.

The village committees are located at a high terrain in the village, and are also a large flat dam with a stable foundation. The previous period was designated as an emergency shelter in the village. Didn’t Wan Xinke and his son encounter natural disasters? They naturally have to be placed here first. As for Luo Nan, it is a man-made disaster and is also a placeable object.

Ronan is pretty, and people with a gentle temperament like her are very careful in their hearts.

I stayed at one o'clock at night and got up at 7 o'clock in the morning, cleaned up and prepared steaming meals for the three of them. Not to mention, Luo Po’s cooking skills are good, and a simple plate of fried cornmeal cakes is better than Wan Xinke’s. Of course, there is no way to compare with Huang Ming’s father, Lao Huang.

When he woke up in the morning, before Secretary Xiao Song brushed his teeth and washed his face, Widow Luo broke into the door with breakfast and placed a cup of hot soy milk on the desk: "Secretary, do you want to put some sugar?"

"No, no."

"Today I will use Surong to deal with it. When I close the store and come back, I will bring my soy milk maker at home."

"Thank you."

"Secretary, do you eat eggs in the morning?"

"No, no, no." Song Qingyun secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, she did not call herself Brother Song.

Wan Xinke was short-spoken and was a little polite to Ronan, but his eyes were still indignant.

The countdown to the village director election is in progress. The village committee and the election office are very busy, especially those who are responsible for chores and are sweating all over the cold weather.

At this moment, she was writing a manuscript in front of the computer, looked up at Luo Nan's back, and suddenly said, "Song Qingyun, Luo Nan's complexion is very good today, with a red face."

Song Qingyun sighed slightly: "It's also pitiful. She was thrown into a stone on the roof and was scared out of her psychological shadow. She moved to the village committee to live there. After all, there are many people here, so she feels safe and looks naturally good."

"No, no, I think this Luo Po is wearing peach blossoms today."

Song Qingyun: "Peach blossoms, where are there peach blossoms? You're so impatient!"

Leyi's eyes rolled and said, "I met Li Shuangxi on the way here just now. He was about to get off the ground and just walked along the way. He chatted for a few words. I don't know why he talked about Widow Luo. Do you know what he said?"

"I won't play betting games with you, what did he say?"

He said happily: "Li Shuangxi said that based on Luo Po's appearance, the land and house are vast, the children are long, the facial features are upright, the appearance of the palace is prosperous, and the husband is prosperous, and he is blessed."

"You are a party member and you also engage in feudal superstition?" Song Qingyun asked with a smile: "You said she is prosperous for her husband, but her man left in a car accident. It should be the one who harms her husband. Alas, it's not kind to say that behind her back."

He said seriously: "Li Shuangxi said again, but the Luo Pi had a huge flaw in appearance, so he had a misfortune and suffered misfortune."

Comrade Xiaole successfully aroused Song Qingyun's curiosity: "What flaws do you have? I didn't see them!"

Happy: "Li Shuangxi said that Luo Nan's waist is like a snake. If a man's life is not strong, he will be entangled to death."

Song Qingyun: "You said that he has a thin waist, and Luo Nan is well maintained and looks very good!" It is indeed rare for a person in his thirties to have a girlish figure.

He said happily: "According to Li Shuangxi's words, ordinary men can't suppress her. If they force her, they might be hindered. Therefore, this man will be rich and powerful. He can either have money or power, so that he can unite and go smoothly."

Song Qingyun found it funny: "Ronan is pretty after all, so it's understandable that he doesn't choose a partner when choosing a second marriage. I am happy, you and I are both party members, and you can't say such strange power, feudal superstitious words, as it's a joke if it is spread. Li Shuangxi, the charlatan, is talking nonsense again, looking for time to deal with him."

Leyi continued to say that while talking, he looked at Song Qingyun: "If you say you are rich and powerful, you won't mention this now. I heard that Secretary Song's family is quite rich, they live in a big villa and drive a million-dollar luxury car."

Song Qingyun did not doubt that he had him and smiled bitterly: "It was all given by me. I am actually very poor. I have a salary of more than 3,000 yuan a month, which is only enough for gas. I have to use a credit card to maintain a car, which is very miserable."

"Your mother's money is not yours. Also, Secretary Song, you are smart and capable, and you will definitely be burdened by the organization in the future. A person like you will naturally be able to suppress Luo Pi."

"Ah!" Song Qingyun's face turned red with a huff, and stood up with a loud voice: "Leiyi, what do you mean?"

Leyi is not a good-tempered person, and he retorted: "Song Qingyun, don't you understand what I said? Yes, yes, you are a bachelor, Luo Pi is a widow, you are both single, and others have no right to interfere with each other if you want to be together. But, you are only in your twenties, and they are in their thirties, and their children are almost adults. What are you trying to do?"

"Yes, yes, love is free, and others cannot control who you want to love. I am just worried about you, how should you face your mother in the future and the whole society's long and wide mouths. The organization asked you to fight the poverty alleviation battle, not to fall in love. Our place is a place, and we are very conservative. Song Qingyun, are you a little violated public order and good customs, and are you a little degenerate? I am very sad."

I also stood up and looked at each other with a loud noise.

After being snatched by her, Song Qingyun was furious and was about to refute. Suddenly, he was stunned: "No, I'm innocent. I'll argue with you, just tease you a big shot."

"Song Qingyun, you are swearing!" Leyi was furious: "I don't accept it... You and Luo Po are really nothing?"

"It's nothing, I'm not a lunatic or a fool." Song Qingyun cried out; "I guarantee it with my personality."

I thought for a while: "Okay, I believe you. But it's not a solution for you to live in the village committee. How about you find another place?"

Song Qingyun complained in his heart. Luo Nan clearly couldn't drive him away. Now that the villagers have returned home, there is no place to find. Do you have to squeeze in with Huang Erwa again?

Huang Ming's face is really not good-looking. Besides, his wife Guan Li will go home once a week or two.

"Or, I will do the opposite. Didn't Luo Nan live in the village committee? I'll move to her house." Song Qingyun felt that his idea was too wonderful and said proudly: "This is to ask you to hit you and I will hit me. Cross the Chishui River and cross the four times, and then catch the rock-throwing hooligan."

Leiyi dumbfounded: "Song Qingyun, you are not joking, are you?"

"Knowing, joke, you see this, I have nowhere to go." Song Qingyun felt depressed.

I was willing to comfort him kindly and said, Secretary Song, you are a gentleman, I believe in you.

As the saying goes, heroes are sad to pass the beauty level, which is also a kind of experience for you. After passing this level, you will naturally be strong and strong, and you will not be able to take away your ambition.

Song Qingyun was furious: "Beauty, beauty!" After a few months in the village, he became more and more rough.

I was happy to laugh, and tears came out: "Objectively speaking, Luo Po is still very beautiful and can rank in the top ten in our village."

Song Qingyun was curious and asked how this ranking came about.

After all, he is a woman and is very gossipy. So he counts by pointing it out. The first name is naturally Zhuhua, the runner-up is Ding Fangfei, the third place is Chen Shangding’s wife Dai Rong, the fourth place is Luo Nan, and the fifth place is Huang Ming’s wife Guan Li.

She was fine and also ignored Ding Fangfei and Dai Rong.

Song Qingyun was dissatisfied and said that Guan Li was tall. Although her facial features were a little worse than Ronan, she looked good if she was tall and ranked first.

Leyi suddenly realized: "I understand, Song Qingyun, you like a tall girl. I'll find time for you to find one."

The southwest mountainous areas were quite bitter in ancient times. The food structure of the people was single and malnourished. Most locals were not tall, and most girls were between 1.60 and 1.50 meters. Although they were small and exquisite, the birds were dependent on others and were very cute.

But Song Qingyun didn't like it.

I remember when I was in college, my female classmates in the north were so glorious, but unfortunately he didn't know anything at that time.

There was no place to squeeze in and couldn't drive Luo Nan away, so Song Qingyun had a headache.

He thought about it for a while, and after an idea, he found Wan Xinke: "Wan Xinke, I have something I want you to help."

Wan Xinke: "Secretary, you are my great benefactor. If you don't help, just talk."

Song Qingyun thoughtfully said, "Didn't Luo Nan come to the village committee? I meet her every day. What does she say... I really don't know how to maintain social distance, which makes everyone uncomfortable. I want to ask you something. As long as she comes back, as long as she is there, you have to follow me and not leave at all."

Wan Xinke slapped: "That's right. I'll just say, Secretary, you are a gentleman, don't fall in love with Widow Luo! What's her thing? Her wife in her thirties still wants to eat tender grass. You don't pour water to see you, and you have an old mouth and face. You are worthy of being a secretary. Haha, I want to be a rich wife of a billionaire family, an official wife of a cadre family, and a beautiful wife of a handsome guy family, and a dream of her mother's Qingqiu!"

She was offended by Ronan's words yesterday, and she hated her deep hatred in her heart. She couldn't help but laugh loudly, and she laughed so hard that she fell back and forth.

Song Qingyun was shocked by her loud voice: "Wan Xinke, don't open your mouth and say it randomly. This is not good, it's not good. Speak quietly, I thank you!"

Wan Xinke held his fist as he was so big that he looked stern: "Secretary, don't worry, from now on, I am Luo Po's tail, she can't try to get rid of me."
Chapter completed!