Song Wen walked to the entrance of the alley. The women washing vegetables seemed to have seen the plague god, and they all dispersed. Song Wen was so angry that he thought to himself that he just wanted to find a woman to play with him. You are all like avoiding snakes and scorpions. I can still catch you and molest you.

When he walked to the door, he heard the women muttering what they saw, looking at the honest and honest result... How could they be worthy of Mrs. Song or something? Song Wen smiled bitterly and pushed open the door. The crying sounds of children came from the upstairs, but today the kitchen did not have the familiar aroma of food.

He shouted, "Madam, are you upstairs?" He walked to the second floor and saw his eldest daughter and son holding a young man. The young man struggled desperately, kicking his legs and howled. The eldest two older children were only seven or eight years old. Seeing his younger brother and sister crying, he kept wiping his tears. Seeing Song Wen coming upstairs, his daughter cried, "Dad, mom is gone."

Song Wen was shocked: "Leave? Where did you go?"

The eldest daughter kept shaking her head, tears flew out and dripped onto the face of her sister in her arms. The three-year-old child licked her sister's tears and cried, "It's so bitter, I'm hungry."

As soon as she shouted, the youngest son in her son's arms began to cry.

Then the two older children shouted pitifully at Mr. Song: "Dad, we are hungry."

Song Wen sighed: "Let's go, dad takes you out for food."

When the children heard that they went out to have a meal, they followed him downstairs happily.

Song Wen walked to the door and touched his pocket, and suddenly realized that he was penniless now.

I had some money in the afternoon, so I donated ten yuan to Ms. Fan. The rest were used to go to the hotel to open a room. How can I still have money now?

He looked at his daughter and asked, "Big sister, where do you usually put your money?"

The daughter shook her head.

Song Wen was discouraged: "Dad... has no money."

"Hmph, you have money to take women to the hotel but you don't have money to buy food for us."

The son suddenly pointed at him and shouted.

"Who taught you how to say this?"

Song Wen was so angry that he slapped him. His son simply sat on the ground and cried, shouting that he was all you and the vixen went to the hotel.

As soon as the eldest son cried, the three children started crying together. Song Wen coaxed this and called that, and it was a mess.

Several women were eavesdropping outside, and Mrs. Huang curled her lips: "Mrs. So is Mrs. Song. Which man doesn't steal fishy fish? He actually ran out and threw the child home. How can a wooden man like Mr. Song coax the child? Then the child will still be the one who suffers."

"It's always a great man who commits evil. If Mr. Song is a good man, how could Mrs. Song be so cruel? It's all wrong for men."

Several women were chattering, and Mr. Song was upset by the children's cry at home. He heard the sounds outside and smoked from the seven orifices. He opened the window and shouted: "Are you finished? Are you so busy in other people's houses so beautiful? A group of people are careful to be abandoned by men at thirteen o'clock, and they are yellow-faced women."

"Phoa, shameless."

The women dispersed again, with contempt on their faces.

Mr. Song found some rice in the kitchen. After smelling it, he didn't have any bad food. He boiled some boiling water to make some rice for the children. Another person mixed a spoonful of sugar. The children were so tired that they started eating with small bowls.

At this time, Mrs. Huang shouted outside: "Mr. Song, your phone number is on the grocery store."

"But my wife?"

Song Wen ran out to ask.

"How do I know?"

Mrs. Huang answered angrily.

Song Wen laughed awkwardly and walked to the shop at the entrance of the alley to answer the phone.

"Are you Song Wen?"

There was a strange man's voice on the phone.

"Yes, you are..."

"Fan Lina's business has been completed, when will the remaining money arrive?"

Song Wen was startled and hurriedly looked up at the shop owner. The shop owner was counting things, and his eyes didn't look here at all. He held the phone tightly and lowered his voice: "You've found the wrong person."

"Looking for a mistake? How is it possible? Song Wen of Pujiang Evening News, Editor Song, the target you are going to revenge is Miss Fan Lina. As you wish, we destroyed her chastity. You only gave ten yuan. We will have at least two hundred yuan for a order. When will the remaining money be cleared?"

"Two hundred yuan!" Song Wen was shocked, "How could I have that much money?"

"Why didn't there? Didn't you spend 100 yuan to find a woman in the afternoon?"

The man laughed on the other end of the phone, his voice terrifyingly terrifyingly unpleasant.

"You... what are you talking nonsense?" Song Wen was frightened. He felt like a transparent person now, and every move was in the eyes of others. How could Xiang Yunsha know these things? Could it be that his power is omnipresent?

"I won't give you money, right? Then I'll surrender to the police station and let everyone know that you, Editor Song, spends money to find someone to retaliate against Miss Fan."

Song Wen sighed relieved when he heard this: "Then you go and surrender yourself, see if the police listen to me or you. I have seen a lot of people who are in the society like this. It would be fine if there is no accident. Once something happens, the police will never believe people like you."

"Is that so? You mean you're not afraid of me?"

The man's tone was mocking.

"Yes, I'm not afraid of you, don't even threaten me."

"You are a thousand-killer! It turns out that you have done this kind of thing! It's so unreasonable to you!" An angry roar from a woman came from the phone.

"Madam, why are you..."

"Haha, I met Mrs. Song on the way and invited her to visit me. Mr. Song, Mrs. Song seems to be very angry at your work. On the way, she was yelling to divorce you. I have many unmarried young people under my rank. If you really get divorced, I will definitely find a good home for Mrs. Song."

The sound on the other end of the phone was full of despicableness.

"You dare!"

Mr. Song roared angrily. After calling him, he realized that it was at someone else's shop. He hurriedly turned around and looked at the shop owner and smiled awkwardly.

"You think carefully and wait for my news."

Mr. Song begged: "My family's money is all there..." He stopped suddenly, realizing that he must not reveal that the money is all within Mrs. Song's hands, otherwise Mrs. Song would be afraid that his life would be difficult to save.

"Think about it carefully, I will contact you again."

The phone hung up, and Song Wen stood there blankly, his whole body was dull.

There is no money! It is dangerous for Mrs. Song to take out money and she may have to sue herself. What should I do?

The shop owner saw that Song Wen's expression was strange and asked with concern: "Mr. Song, what happened?"

Mr. Song leaned into the counter in a depressed manner and let out a long sigh.

At this moment, there was a sudden noise outside, and Mrs. Huang's voice was shrill: "Mr. Song, hurry up, hurry up, Xiao Mao's head choked!"

At the same time, Zhao Nan put down the phone in the antique shop in Weihanshi and asked with a smile: "It's so frustrating to speak with a pinch of his throat. I'll learn it like it."

Ye Xian gave a thumbs up: "It's really good. After all, it's Zhao Nan. He just learned that women's words were so vivid."

Zhao Nan suddenly thought of the reward for this incident and complained: "This time I will lose money. As long as the soul of a person has not received a penny, I will throw it out fifty dollars! It's a loss."

Ye Xian suddenly reached into his pants and shouted: "Hey, what do you want to do?"

Ye Xian took out a ring from his pocket and smiled and said, "A good ring can be worth dozens of dollars, where does it come from?"

Zhao Nan snatched it: "Please, I'm not a fool. I can't get a penny with such great effort? I'm just working for you."

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Chapter completed!