Ye Qingqing went to the kitchen to fill up the meal, sat opposite Ye Zhiguo, lowered his head and slowly began to eat, but he didn't know the taste, it tasted like chewing wax.

Because Ye Zhiguo lost his job, the standard of the Ye family's dining table dropped several levels one after another, the minced meat was no longer visible, and the number of dishes was cut in half. There were only two dishes in total.

One plate of fried vegetables, one plate of fried tofu.

The oil star was no longer visible, but more salt was placed.

The thrifty old lady who lived her life directly became the standard of the 1960s and 1970s, with less oil and more salt. It is estimated that after a period of time, it will become thin and dry when she is busy!

"Zhiguo, I think you should still go to the factory manager to beg for mercy? Buy more things. In the past, the factory manager was so kind to you, and he was always a little affectionate. This time, it is estimated that you are angry. You can say good things to the factory manager, saying I might even be able to go back to work!"

The old lady persuaded bitterly.

She has been very worried these days. If the eldest son has no income, even the second and third will not be able to compare. The second and third will have fields and land, at least not to worry about food and drink. If you want money, if you don’t have income, you will have to live and die!

"Understood, I will definitely go back to work, don't worry about it!"

Ye Zhiguo's tone was very impatient.

He knew that the old lady would talk non-stop, so he didn't want to come back for the past three days. He stayed in the hostel to keep himself quiet.

In the past three days, Ye Zhiguo thought a lot, and he would definitely not give up his work easily.

The factory manager doesn't want to get rid of him easily. Tomorrow, he will go to the factory manager's house to stay and chat with the factory manager about the romantic things he did in the past. If the factory manager does not agree with him to go back to work, he will chat with the factory manager's wife.

Ye Zhiguo is still very confident. The factory manager has always been intimidated. As long as he moves out of those things, the factory manager will never refuse!

Ye Zhiguo wasn't too worried about work matters. What he couldn't understand was why he suddenly went mad?

He's definitely not insane, no doubt about it!

But in those two days, his performance was indeed like a neuropathy, and his emotions were obviously very wrong. Ye Zhiguo recalled, in fact, those two days, when he went to work, he already had brows!

The mood is very impetuous, the slightest thing will be impetuous, and I especially want to fight!

Ye Zhiguo frowned, he was very confident in his body, and there would definitely be no problem, so——

He must have been calculated!

Ye Zhiguo quickly guessed the reason, and suspected Ye Qingqing.

The old lady will definitely not harm him, Ye Hua doesn't need it, the only suspect left is Ye Qingqing!

The most important thing is that Ye Qingqing is very wrong this time, especially his attitude towards him is completely different from before!

Ye Zhiguo couldn't stop looking at Ye Qingqing, trying to see something.

Ye Qingqing felt Ye Zhiguo's exploratory eyes her heart was beating very fast, she pretended to be calm, and ate slowly, just like no one else, but what exactly was in her mouth, she didn't even know it. Didn't taste it.

Ye Zhiguo looked at it for a while, but didn't notice anything unusual, looked away, and continued to think about things.

Ye Qingqing breathed a sigh of relief and continued to eat with a blank face.

But listening to Ye Zhiguo's tone just now, it seems that he is sure that he can go back to work, why does he?

The old lady spoke again, "Are you going to the factory manager? Buy more things, don't be afraid to spend money!"

"No need to buy anything!"

Ye Zhiguo sneered, with ruthlessness in his eyes, "I got so many things from me before, and I'm not afraid of dying!"

Ye Qingqing was stunned, it sounded like he was going to find trouble with the factory manager!

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