Sure enough, Leng Qingzhu thought to himself.

Li Changsheng rubbed his hands, a little timid: "Mayor Town, I'm afraid I won't be able to do well." ”

"There's nothing you can't do, with Hongyi with you, both of you are doing practical things, mark your arms and do it, nothing is not good, you have to have a little confidence in yourself, at this age you have to dare to think and dare to do!"

When the mayor of the town said this, Li Changsheng could only agree: "Then I will do this deputy village chief for the time being, if it doesn't work, you will remove me when you turn around, and you don't have to leave any face!" ”

"Okay, that's it."

After the mayor finished speaking, he turned his gaze on a few young people, and suddenly felt that Mr. Han's proposal was indeed very good.

There's nothing more practical than showing up.

It's just that what to do, and it has to be arranged again.

The mayor and the others rode away.

The people who helped the Leng family gradually dispersed.

Li Changsheng looked at Leng Hongyi, he didn't know what to say, Leng Hongyi had mentioned it to him before, but he didn't dare to think that the position of the deputy village chief would really fall on his head.

He is not an official fan, but in this life, as long as he lives, he always wants to toss a little movement.

Leng Hongyi didn't say anything encouraging and emotional, he just bumped him on the shoulder, a bit like when he was seventeen or eighteen years old.

"Come into the house and talk, it's weird cold here, what are you doing standing here?" Leng Hongyi beckoned the big guy into the house.

Leng Qingzhu looked at the courtyard of the Ye family, and wondered in his heart whether Cheng Mancang and their engagement banquet that made a big fuss about Ye Wenchuan had something to do with Song Jiayu.

Fu Yingshao did not hide his dissatisfaction at all: "What's so beautiful? ”

"Song Jiayu went to the detention center yesterday?"

This bit of, rather than thinking about it in your heart, it is better to ask it directly.

Fu Yingshao paused, lowered his head and looked at Leng Qingzhu, very scoundrel: "That's right, I just can't see him doing well, what's wrong?" ”

"I just want to praise you: well done!" Leng Qingzhu gave a thumbs up: "I have won the heart of the mourning family!" ”

Fu Yingshao: "......"

"What kind of eyes are you?"

"No, I thought you didn't." Fu Yingshao was a little uncomfortable.

"What do I don't want to do, if I hadn't been busy with the purchase of goods recently, I would have wanted to him!"

Fu Yingshao: "......"

"That, can I ask, what did Song Jiayu say to them, and will those two people come to our house again?"

Fu Yingshao's consistent rational thinking is a little disordered, and all he thinks about in his mind is the sentence "our family".

Song Jiayu just said two things, first, hurry up and pay back the money! Second, Ye Wenchuan wants to be engaged to the Sun family! Fu Yingshao touched Leng Qingzhu's hair: "Actually, after so many things, the Cheng family is not willing to look at Ye Wenchuan's spring breeze. ”

Leng Qingzhu nodded, this is indeed like the thinking of those two people.

"However, it's not so easy to repay the money, those two people, the family is so poor, maybe they will be scoundrels again!" Leng Qingzhu looked through the window at the old lady Leng who was sitting on the kang.

With an old lady here, the means of asking for money always have to be pondered.

"Don't worry, they can't play it,"

Fu Yingshao's tone was careless, but he was full of confidence: "If they don't pay back, how will they get out, and how will they get in!" ”