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One hundred and fiftieth chapters can not hope

The workers didn't know that today was the last time Yang Lina provided food to the factory. Everyone saw that today's dish was braised pork, and each person had a spoonful of it. They enjoyed eating it and thought about teasing Yang Lina the next time she came.

, making a lot of money, so generous.

The two girls finished delivering the food in a trembling manner. Without the protective umbrella, they couldn't stand up anymore. They shrunk their necks and quickly wanted to escape. Unexpectedly, Su Han helped them carry the buckets of food out of the canteen.

Yang Lina mentioned to Su Han the work of Liu Yeqiu and Wang Lan. The two of them were not completely sure. They were afraid that if Su Han didn't want to, what would they do if they deliberately made things difficult for them?

"Sister Yang, you didn't come today?"

Su Han didn't know why he asked this. Yang Lina injured her arm and had to rest for a month. It was normal not to come.

"Mr. Su, Sister Yang made arrangements before she left, saying that these dishes will be given to your employees for free.

You also know that her arm is injured, so I’m afraid she won’t be here for a while.”

Wang Lan was afraid and didn't dare to look at Su Han. She just lowered her head and took a sneak peek from time to time.

"You two, go back and clean up, then come to work tomorrow."

Su Han's tone was a bit cold, and as expected, Yang Lina's absence made him extremely boring.

Liu Yeqiu stuck out her tongue towards Su Han's back, and the corners of her eyes were curved, revealing a beautiful arc.

Sister Yang's words really worked well.

Anyway, Sister Yang said that she would let them work as undercover agents to learn skills. If Sister Yang really opens a clothing factory in the future, then they will follow her.

When Liu Yeqiu thought of this, he let out a sly smile.

Wang Lan on the side suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. Anyway, his work was settled and he didn't have to go home and idle around.

In the past, the garment factory had the food cooked by Yang Lina, so that the workers could have extra time to work overtime. Once Yang Lina's accident happened, it would have to be processed again in the past few days. If the workers' lunch was not resolved, time would definitely be delayed.

Su Han wanted to go to the cafeteria to inform him, but when he walked to the door, he remembered that Yang Lina had a close friend named Zhang Cuiyun, who seemed to sell meat buns.

Thinking of the Roujiamo, Su Han seemed to be relieved of his worries, his brows instantly relaxed, and the corners of his mouth raised a beautiful curve.

In these days, let Zhang Cuiyun deliver meat buns.

Staff meals are a long-term matter, and it is not an option to ask others to deliver them all the time. It is better to just find someone to build a kitchen and hire a chef to cook.

It just so happened that he wanted to force Yang Lina to work for him, so he decided to give her 20% of the shares anyway.

Thinking of the two sets of clothes Su Lin bought before, they brought more than 200,000 yuan in profit to the entire factory. With this money, it was enough to buy the entire factory. What was the point of giving her 20% of the shares?

Su Han was more certain of his determination to let Yang Lina come to work in his garment factory.

She is here, and the clothing factory is here.

Soon, Su Han found Zhang Cuiyun.

The murder incident in the farmer's market spread widely. Yang Lina's stall was smashed, and the business of several neighboring stalls was also affected, making it seem a little deserted.

Early in the morning, two customers came to Zhang Cuiyun's stall.

Zhang Cuiyun gave each of the two guests a roujiamo and scooped out porridge. He was busy putting cakes into the stove. There was too much dough. If it was not baked into cakes, the dough would become sour.

The two men were biting the meat buns calmly and suddenly started chatting.

"Have you heard that the daughter-in-law of the eldest son of the Li family in our village was raped by the old man who is the king of the village next door?"

One of them was small and thin. He wore a Zhongshan suit that had been washed a little white on his upper body, a pair of military green trousers on his lower body, and a pair of brand new cloth shoes on his feet. He looked like he had deliberately changed into a set of clean clothes.

"I don't know if I was ruined. Anyway, Old Wang was hacked to death by her evil brother. Neither of them is a good guy. One dies and the other goes to jail. Isn't this what he deserves?"

Another tall man, exuding a strong masculine aura, picked up the bowl and took a big gulp of porridge.

"In the final analysis, this matter must be blamed on her money-grubbing mother. Any girl can be sold for five hundred yuan, but even a yellow flower girl can't sell for that price, let alone someone who has slept with her.

The man surnamed Wang is old, so he is really giving up his old job.

Besides, the couple had no plans to divorce. As a mother, she did not want her daughter to have a good life and only thought about her son.

It's better now, our whole family is separated."

"Who says it's not the case? It's not easy to marry a wife these days, but we can't do it. If I were Yang Lina, I would sever the mother-daughter relationship with her mother."

"If it were me, not only would we sever ties, I would definitely demolish the old Yang family's house."

Zhang Cuiyun listened intermittently in confusion, and became extremely anxious when she heard Yang Lina mentioned in other people's mouths.

What happened? Moreover, those people spread rumors that Yang Lina was raped by the deceased.

This...what should I do?

"Brother, please ask, is the Yang Lina you are talking about from Yangjiacun?"

"Yes, we are from Yangjiacun."

The tall man stuffed the last bite of pancake into his mouth and drank the porridge in big gulps while dealing with it.

Zhang Cuiyun was heartbroken, picked up two more cakes, and quickly put them on their plates.

Seeing the two people's surprise, Zhang Cuiyun quickly said: "I am sending it to you. It just so happens that a relative of mine is also from your Yangjia Village. In total, we are half relatives. How can two young men like you be full with one cake? Sister

One for each of you."

The two of them were half convinced, how could such a good thing happen?

Roujiamo costs 70 cents each, and if you give two for free, it’s only 1.40 yuan. Doesn’t the landlady also have to make a loss?

"Brother, I want to ask, did you say that Yang Lina was raped? And you said that her brother killed someone, who did he kill?"

Zhang Cuiyun looked around, fearing that others would hear him.

If the person they are talking about is really Miss Yang, how will she survive the rest of her life?

"I heard that Yang Lina's clothes were still on when she was carried out by her man. No one knows whether they were damaged or not.

However, when her brother's bastard killed someone, half the village saw it. Lao Yang's family is actually quite good, but Lao Yang's wife is a shrew..."

Zhang Cuiyun didn't listen to what the two young men said later. At this moment, she stood alone, trying to process what happened to Yang Lina recently.

And these words happened to be heard by Su Han.

The conversation between the two young men made him want to run to Yang Lina and tell her that he would protect her for the rest of his life.

However, there is a kind of pain called hopelessness.

Shouldn't this woman suffer so much?

It’s just that her husband is lame, God will arrange animals to torture her body.

She is so strong, is she in pain right now?

Su Han didn't know that his fists were clenching loudly, and he secretly swore in his heart that even if he knew about this, he would still have to grit his teeth and swallow it, and he would protect her reputation.

He can't rush, he has to wait.

Wait for the right opportunity to let her understand your heart.


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