Song Daqiang dragged Zhou Meihua to the village committee. Seeing this, Song Daqiang dropped the half-peeled corn cob and quickly followed.

Zhou Meihua was pulled a few steps by Song Daqiang and almost fell down.

She stabilized her body, raised her hand and punched Song Daqiang twice on the shoulder, and cursed: "Song Daqiang, hurry up and get reincarnated! You pulled me out when I was halfway through eating the noodles. It doesn't matter if I'm hungry, I'm hungry on you."

What should I do with my son!"

Song Daqiang didn't tolerate her, so he dragged her forward and sneered: "My son is just a ball of meat now, there is no need to eat it!

But you prodigal bitch, you said you can do nothing if you eat less than two bites, you are just starving to death! Why didn’t I realize that you are so good at eating before?!"

Zhou Meihua is not as weak and easy to bully as Shen Xiu. She cannot fight back when hit or scolded.

She was so awesome. She gave Song Daqiang a hard smack and started scolding him, "Look at your virtues. You are so picky. Didn't you just eat two more bowls of noodles? How could you ruin your family?"

Are you hungry?!

When you hooked up with me before, you didn't say this.

We need to settle the score, right? I let you sleep with me for so many years in vain. Even if it costs one hundred yuan a time, it’s still tens of thousands, how many bowls of noodles is it worth?!"

Song Daqiang was no longer annoyed, and gave her a pinch on the waist with a mischievous smile, "Don't flatter yourself, you are not a young girl, you have to pay a hundred yuan a time, what are you dreaming about?"

That is to say, I don’t mind that you are a widow, so I am willing to have you.”

The two of them yelled without knowing how to control their volume. The sound was so loud that the whole village could hear it.

Father Song was listening beside him, his face turned red to his ears with shame, and he wished he were deaf.

"You two, keep your voices down! You're so embarrassed!"

These people were noisy as they walked, without wasting their time at all.

Ten minutes later, Song Daqiang, Song Dad, and Zhou Meihua appeared panting at the door of the Nanwan Village Committee.

Looking at the small white car parked in the village committee yard, Zhou Meihua immediately realized what was going on.

She stretched out her hand and pinched Song Daqiang's waist hard. Song Daqiang cried out in pain and yelled loudly: "What are you doing? You must be sick!"

With that said, he raised his hand to greet Zhou Meihua's face.

Zhou Meihua didn't hide. Instead, she stretched her neck and leaned her face towards her, "Hit me! Hit me! If you dare to hit me, I will also call the police and let the police arrest you and lock you up for ten days!"

Song Daqiang was so angry that he was itching his teeth, and he was also afraid that this woman would really call the police. It would be uncomfortable to stay in the detention center. After going in once, he never wanted to go in again.

He retracted his hand in frustration, feeling unhappy, and stamped his feet on the ground to relieve his anger.

Village committee office.

As soon as Song Daqiang entered the door, he saw Shen Xiu standing there, and the anger he had just suppressed was rising again.

He rolled up his sleeves and prepared to go forward and hit Shen Xiu.

He cursed loudly: "You stinky bitch! How dare you come back?! If I don't beat you until you cry like father and mother this time, it won't be over!"

Wang Weidong and others were not here to watch the show either. Before Song Daqiang even got close to Shen Xiu, he was knocked down by the combined efforts of several of them.

Shen Qiuqiu happened to be standing nearby, and took advantage of the chaos to step on his feet. Seeing that no one noticed, she crushed him twice more.

Song Daqiang was in pain and began to cry out.

Shen Qiuqiu neatly retracted her legs with a very calm expression on her face. No one present noticed that she secretly stretched out her black legs.

People from Nanwan Village were bullied by people from other villages in front of him, and Xia Yunliang looked a little embarrassed.

He coughed heavily with a black face and scolded: "What are you making a fuss about! This is the village committee, not a place for you to fight!"

Lin Hongxi winked at Wang Weidong and others and asked them to let go.

He himself took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, pulled one out and handed it to Xia Yunliang, "Brother Xia, have a cigarette to quell the fire. The people in our village are all rough guys and don't understand the rules. I'm really sorry. "

Xia Yunliang took the cigarette he handed him and lit a fire with his hand. His whole chest was filled with the smell of nicotine, and the anger in his heart was suppressed by more than half.

He snorted lightly, "What can't you say properly? Since you want to mediate, just adopt the attitude of mediating. What's the point of having more people bullying others and less people?!

If you do it again, our village committee will not care about this matter, and you can go after whomever you like!"

Grandpa Shen quickly said with a smile: "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."

Xia Yunliang also knew that this matter was Song Daqiang's fault. If he hadn't shouted that he wanted to beat his wife, the people in Qinghe Village would not have done anything.

He didn't hold on to it anymore and nodded to Grandpa Shen in agreement.

After talking to the outsiders, Xia Yunliang lowered his face again and scolded Song Daqiang: "Song Daqiang, stop making trouble! I called you here to talk about business, don't jump up and down like a monkey and embarrass our Nanwan Village. Face!"

One thing fell after another, and the one Song Daqiang was most afraid of was the village chief Xia Yunliang. At this time, he was being helped by Father Song to stand up.

He limped up to Xia Yunliang and said, "Brother Yunliang, if you need anything, just say it."

Xia Yunliang glared at him, then looked at the little widow standing behind him, as if he hated iron.

"It's not your fault!"

After the chaos, the two parties finally sat down in the village committee meeting room to begin formal negotiations.

Facing Shen Xiu, Song Daqiang was not afraid at all.

He crossed his arms and looked at Shen Xiu sitting across from him with disdain, "Aren't we going to negotiate? Talk, talk, are you mute?!"

Shen Xiu looked up at him, hesitating for a long time, and finally managed only four words, "I want a divorce."

Song Daqiang sneered and said: "Okay, just leave. Anyway, I don't want to live with you. You are just like a wooden person. It's boring!"

After a pause, he crossed his legs and continued: "Divorce is okay, but don't even think about taking a penny from me."

For the old Song family, it doesn't matter whether Song Lan and Song Na have custody rights; it doesn't matter whether they get divorced or not; but if they want to divide the money, that's absolutely not possible.

After this period of time, Shen Xiu himself also thought clearly that life in the Song family was not a human life at all. Song Daqiang was a scumbag. Life could still be lived without him, and life would be better.

Now I have someone to rely on when I live in my parents' home, and I will have two daughters to rely on when I get old in the future.

The eldest daughter can make money by working outside, and someone will support the younger daughter's education. As long as one of the two children has a future, they will not be afraid of having no one to support them until they die.
Chapter completed!