Lin Guixiangdong consciously felt that it was a good thing.

Lin Wu had just finished finishing the last noodle in the bowl, "Auntie, did you just say whether Lin Guimei left home?"

"Well, did Sister Wang say that?" Zhao Cuinong nodded.

Lin Wu's eyebrows were light.

Lin Guimei, who is obsessed with profit and climbs high and low. How could Sun Dingbang, who had a Qingshi household registration eighteen years ago and married a city man even though she was pregnant before getting married, reveal her secret and be willing to leave the house eighteen years later?

When something goes wrong, there must be a monster.

She must have some dark secret.

Thinking of this, Lin Wu turned to look at Zhao Cuinong, "Auntie, has Lin Guimei contacted you recently?"

"No," Zhao Cuinong shook his head, "Isn't it strange to say that after he blocked her from showing off before, she begged to change more than a dozen phone numbers to call him every day, crying and begging him to forgive her, but

In the past few days, she didn’t even make a single call.”

That is too inconsistent with Lin Guimei's character.

Lin Wu's expression was indifferent, and there was almost no emotion on Qing Jun's face, so she said, "Auntie, during that time, you asked the public relations department to pay attention to things. Lin Guimei may make small moves at any time."

Zhao Cuinong frowned slightly, "Is she doing something small? Are we afraid of her?"

Zhao Cuinong never took Lin Guimei seriously.

What kind of climate can someone like her have?

"It's easy to hide from open guns and hard to guard against hidden arrows. People like Lin Guimei have no bottom line and can do anything. We must stay vigilant at all times and make sure measures are taken." After saying this, Lin Wu took a bite and said, "

Moreover, since we make skin care products, it would be very easy for her to ask if she wanted to do something to smear us!"

I'm just afraid of being caught off guard.

But being prepared makes a difference.

Hearing this, Zhao Cuinong nodded solemnly, "Okay."

After returning home, Zhao Cuinong immediately contacted the person in charge of the public relations department and asked them to pay attention to online news and contact them immediately if there was any trouble.

Not long after Zhao Cuinong left, the doorbell rang.

Lin Guixiang went over to open the door.

I saw a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old standing outside.

Lin Guixiang smiled and said, "Who am I looking for?"

Qiao Ran had met Lin Guixiang at the Public Security Bureau before, and said respectfully: "Happy New Year, aunt. Isn't Lin Wu's classmate Qiao Ran, specially here to wish you and Lin Wu New Year's greetings."

Upon hearing that the person who came was Lin Wu's classmate, Lin Guixiang immediately opened the door and said, "Happy New Year, classmate Qiao, come in quickly."

"Is Lin Wu at home?" Qiao Ran asked.

"At home." After saying that, Lin Guixiang raised her voice and said, "Xiao Wu, come out quickly, my classmate is here."

Lin Wu walked out of the study, "Hey, Sister Qiao is here! Happy New Year."

Qiao Mei agrees with Qiao Ran’s new nickname.

Qiao Ran would definitely not be happy if someone called him that, but when Lin Wu called him that, Qiao Ran not only didn't resent it, but actually enjoyed it.

"Happy New Year to Miss Lin," Qiao Ran looked at her legs, "Didn't Miao Yajing and Shen Lijun come as promised? Didn't they come?"

"No." Lin Wu shook her head.

As soon as he finished speaking, the doorbell sounded in the air again.

Lin Guixiang went over to open the door.

But Miao Yajing and Shen Lijun.

"Auntie, happy New Year!" the two said politely.

Lin Guixiang immediately welcomed the two people in, and then brought them tea and snacks, "Children, hurry up and get something to eat. When you come there, you will be treated as if you were at home, and you will never be polite."

"Thank you, aunt."

This was the first time Miao Yajing and Shen Lijun came to Lin Wu's house.

Lin Wu took the two of them to briefly look at the layout and decoration of the host's house.

Qiao Ran also followed behind.

After visiting the entire decoration, Shen Lijun couldn't help but exclaimed: "Xiaowu, my home is so beautifully decorated."

The Lin family does not reject that luxurious decoration style.

There is a bit of classicism in the countryside, the windows are bright and the clean rooms are wrapped in a bit of warmth. Everything reveals the designer's ingenious and unique style.

Even Shen Lijun, who has seen many luxurious decorations, was immersed in them and couldn't extricate herself.

She guessed that the person who helped design the Lin family must be a big designer.

A very powerful one.

After saying that, Shen Lijun continued: "Who is the designer who Xiaowu designed for our home? I will also hire him for the decoration of his home in the future."

Lin Wu said in a calm tone, "No, he designed it casually."

She did hire a designer at the beginning, but the decorations she designed were not to her liking. Since she wanted to decorate, she must be satisfied with the decoration. Moreover, the home could not be a haven for life, nor a place where she could go to spend a day and provide a sense of happiness.

So Lin Wu chose to move her legs.

Randomly designed?

Hearing those words, Shen Lijun, Qiao Ran and Miao Yajing were no longer calm.

Anything you design can be designed so well.

Is it a good idea for her to be serious?

Shen Lijun's eyes were filled with stars, "Xiaowu, I'm so amazing!"

Lin Wu still looked cool, "Just average, third in the world."

She raised Dongba slightly, confident and flamboyant. She looked arrogant and bragging, but it made people dislike her. There was no sense of violation, as if she should be so bright and beautiful.

After visiting the room, a few people settled in Lin Wu's bedroom to fight the landlord.

If you don’t gamble, you’ll have a sticker on your face if you lose.

There were constant sounds of joy outside the room.

**

Beijing.

Mu family.

On the first day of the new year, the Mu family was very lively.

A group of people gathered in the hall of Mu's house to pay New Year's greetings to Mrs. Mu.

Old Mrs. Mu walked in the first place, with a smile on her face, her eyes fell on Fang Hongyu, "Hongyu, tomorrow is the first day of the Chinese New Year, why don't I stay at home with my aunt?"

Fang Hongyu said: "Aunt Mu, do you know something? How many years has Sister Qiu Shui been lost, and how many years has his aunt and uncle been celebrating the New Year?"

In this month of family reunion, others are celebrating the holidays.

Fang Youling and Tang Shaowei survived the disaster.

During the Chinese New Year, both of them would close their doors and thank guests.

They didn't care about it themselves, and even Fang Hongyu's family of three didn't dare to laugh loudly.

Although Fang Youling told Tang Shaowei that their family of three could spend their confinement period behind closed doors, they would put up wrong couplets when they needed to, and put up window grilles when they needed to.

But Fang Hongyu knew that they were just talking.

There is a difference between closeness and distance.

If Fang Youling and Tang Shaowei really regarded her as their daughter, they would not deliberately show such sadness on New Year's Eve.

Mrs. Mu's expression changed, "After so many years, my aunt and uncle are still the same as before?"

I remember that in the first year or two after Tang Qiushui's disappearance, Fang Youling and Tang Shaowei refused to celebrate the New Year, but Mrs. Mu did not expect that time had passed so long, and they would have been like one month for thirty years.

"Um."

Although tomorrow is the first day of the Lunar New Year, Mrs. Mu couldn't help but sigh, "Bodhisattva bless Qiu Shui and come back soon!"

Otherwise, Fang Youling and Tang Shaowei might not be able to close their eyes even a hundred years later.

Fang Hongyu said in a gentle tone: "Qiu Shui's sister Ji Ren has her own destiny. She will definitely come back to reunite with her aunt and uncle's family."

Mrs. Mu nodded, "Well, I was wrong."

Fang Hongyu looked around and then said: "That's wrong Aunt Mu, where's Brother Baicheng? If he doesn't want to introduce the daughter of the Zheng family to him, then someone will ask him to be a matchmaker again!"

Of course Mrs. Mu hopes that her son will get married soon, and she trusts Fang Hongyu very much. When she heard those words, she immediately turned to look at her granddaughter who was standing beside her, "Xiaoxiao, I'll call my dad from upstairs."

Mu Xiaoxiao nodded, "Okay grandma."
To be continued...