Su Cherry had three marriages in his dream and each one was unsuccessful.

The first two husbands were a living Lei Feng. He especially liked the kind of helping others. Friends were like brothers and feet, and his wife was like clothes. On the wedding night, he died in an accident to help his friend, and the day she got married was

The time of a widow.

The second marriage was in Qinzhou City, where there was a fierce mother-in-law. She told her husband that if he couldn't handle her mother-in-law, he refused to have a different bed. As a result, the couple fought against the enemy together, and the mother-in-law finally stopped interfering.

After their young couple lived, when she decided to live a good life with her husband, the man actually died of an accident.

I won’t talk about the third term for now, but in marriage, one party always compromises and shows weakness. That kind of relationship is destined to be unsuccessful. As for Deng Kunlun, it was probably because of Mao Xiaoying’s death that scared him. In fact, it has always been

Showing weakness to her.

So, it's time for her to lower her head today.

"I got my test. Do you want to know how many points your wife scored in the college entrance examination?" Su Yingtao raised her test paper and smiled, raised her head and asked the doctor.

In the college entrance examination, Dr. Deng also took the exam in the United States, and he was excellent in subjects. He studied in a total of four universities and did not take many courses, but his test scores were all excellent.

Of course, after just now, after seeing her sitting on a tractor and following the group of little H soldiers, she felt so angry and disappointed. Dr. Deng was so shocked and ashamed at this moment.

Did she go to the city to get her papers?

Deng Kunlun wanted to take it, but after taking it a little while, the little girl took the paper away and stretched out a rice cob: "Look at it while eating, otherwise I won't give it. Now I'll take a bite, it's sweet."

"I'm sorry Comrade Xiao Su, I won't eat this." Although it smells good, Deng Kunlun swore to himself before returning to China that he wouldn't eat anything that would make people addicted to depravity.

Because when he was a child, he could consume a lot of this kind of thing while watching "Tomand Jerry", and wasted a lot of time he could have spent on studying.

"If you don't eat it, don't think about reading my test paper. Be curious. Just take a bite if you are curious."

Deng Kunlun took a deep breath, looked up at the little girl who was smiling in front of her head, holding a rice stick and teasing him: No one has ever treated him like this.

He felt that he looked more childish than Tom, but he still took a bite.

Then, he felt that eating corn on the cob must look very humiliating.

But the rice bar is unexpectedly delicious, as crisp as corn flakes, and it is even more perfect if you have a little cheese or chocolate.

"The question is so simple? And you did this chemistry question wrong?" Deng Kunlun took the paper and flipped it page by page. Of course, this was based on his own consideration: "You have many empty questions.

Didn't do it."

"Those empty questions are stipulated that they cannot be done. Although the total score is 500, 400 points are the highest score. My score is the third in Qinzhou, but these are not important. This one belongs to Su Xiao'e, and my uncle wrote the score as

"Su Yingtao handed Xiao E's paper to Deng Kunlun again.

"This handwriting is too ugly, I won't read it." Deng Kunlun said directly.

He has strict requirements for students' fonts, and his handwriting is not neat and his writing is ugly, so he does not read any of them.

When Deng Kunlun was reading the papers, Su Yingtao had to clean up the temple he set up in the kitchen, or the dragon gate formation. While collecting his bottles and jars, he had to hurry up and make a pot of porridge.

There are not much white rice these days, so the pot is covered with the bottom and feed the chicken. She took out the ones that are not covered on top, put them back in, then added some milk and simmered for a while, and then the milk tastes so good that it will make the batter.

The smell was covered and boiled with dried apricots for a while.

The native people of the Central Plains are not used to this taste, but Tom and Jenny are foreign stomach children who have grown up drinking milk. This milk porridge is like milk cereal, with a different flavor. The two children put their bowls.

All are licked.

Deng Kunlun also ate a big bowl, plus the crispy rice cob, and this meal gave these fake foreigners from the United States a different, home-style feeling for the first time.

After dinner, I drove the two children to take a shower, let them go upstairs and go to bed.

Deng Kunlun took two papers and asked Su Yingtao: "What are you going to do about this?"

After getting the test, Su Yingtao thought about this on the way back. In her dream, her uncle was promoted to deputy director of the Organization Department, which should be at this critical moment, and her uncle had very strong connections and relationships in the municipal party committee.

Although Gao Dahong is arrogant and arrogant in his hometown, he is a good player who flatters and curates the cadre's wife in Qincheng.

Now, the court and the public security are in a hurry to handle disputes between the people and the little soldiers, so how can they care about civil disputes?

Besides, her file was modified by my uncle. Her age is 24 years old, and her resume in various aspects is completely different from that in today.

If she really wants to go to the listing committee to petition and post big-character posters, she will definitely suffer a loss with her uncle.

Even if you have a marriage with a doctor, you probably have to interfere with the divorce in the organization.

So Su Yingtao was also worried whether she should have completely exposed this matter.

If you want to expose it, you can pull Da Bo off his horse, but her marriage is equivalent to not being allowed.

"Divorce, did you actually think of divorce?" Deng Kunlun's voice suddenly rose, and the rice bar in his hand was no longer fragrant: "Comrade Su Yingtao, divorce is a particularly serious matter, I hope you think about it carefully.

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"What do you think of? Could I just suffer a loss like this?" Su Yingtao asked back.

"Give me these two points, I'll help you deal with it." Deng Kunlun put down the rice cob, still feeling unsatisfied: a meal that combines Chinese and Western!

"If you don't get divorced, can you help me find a way to notarize?" Su Yingtao didn't believe it. After all, this doctor from the United States is incompatible with interpersonal relationships and in real society.

Deng Kunlun looked calm and looked a little proud.

I was proud of myself that I finally had somewhere to help this little soldier who shouted long live the leader every day and always felt that I was omnipotent.

Rubbing his slender index finger gently, he said meaningfully: "Of course I can help you, but if I can never file for divorce again, I have broken up with a girlfriend and committed suicide with a former partner, and will never allow it.

My marriage ended in failure this time, and there shouldn’t be a word for failure in my life.”

Oh, this is like how powerful he is to get her score without her file problems being exposed.

As the children were sleeping, Su Yingtao and another handful of noodles were cut into small pieces and rolled them together, steamed them together, peeled them with Dr. Deng, and spent the afternoon cutting them into shredded potatoes and rolled them.

Together, it is actually another indescribable new way to eat.

Dr. Deng looked at the kitchen again and couldn't help but feel palpitations. He would never set foot in that place again.

Of course, this is also the first time Deng Kunlun has returned to China. He plans to use his special identity as he knows some people in this place to find justice for Su Yingtao.

Divorce is so terrible, just as terrible as Mao Xiaoying's suicide!

That girl died silently and became the biggest failure in Deng Kunlun's life.

After dinner, he didn't rest, so he turned around and turned back to the office.

Deng Kunlun, who is on the upper floor, is usually rarely visited. His daily work is with students in the workshop or in a large studio, where there is a particularly large conference room.

All of them are books brought back by Deng Kunlun from abroad and various design drawings he drew.

I will only go to the office when I have to have a meeting.

However, after all, there are students in the office rushing to clean it up, it is clean.

Dr. Deng, who was full, was relieved, opened the drawer, and flipped out a address book from it, and flipped through it.

When he turned to the column in Qinzhou, he picked up the black phone on the table and dialed it out according to the phone number of the district party secretary Song Zhenggang's house above.

It's already ten o'clock in the evening.

But the phone rang twice, and the person opposite him picked up the phone: "Hello, I'm Song Zhenggang."

...

Early the next morning, I heard that Cherry came back. In the seven small white buildings, almost all the neighbors were Su Cherry's house.

It was not until everyone saw her that they quietly went home: Fortunately, she came back, and seeing how the doctor was yesterday, the sky was about to collapse.

"By the way, Xiao Su, you're afraid you haven't heard of it yet. Several leaders in our factory are discussing to let you take over the G committee of our factory." Aunt Gong said, covering Su Yingtao's ears through the fence.

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When Xiongwu came, Director Zhang had said this, but after all, he was quick-witted and just cared about production and personnel. Su Yingtao thought he was just talking, but he really didn't expect that the leaders would also discuss it.

Is this a matter?

"The deputy director of the G Committee, leadership, it's 28 yuan a month, it's not good at all. There are tasks on it. You have to catch enemy spies in the factory, reactionary, and comrades with unhealthy thoughts. This job,

It's a job to make people quarrel." Aunt Gong said thrust his mouth and said again.

Deputy Director of the G Committee, this is indeed an extremely attractive job for Su Yingtao.

After all, what she fears most now is the life of someone Dr. G., and she wants her to be the director of the G committee. Who would have thought that Dr. G's life? She can't even be able to make the prophet?

"What does Secretary Gong think of me?" Su Yingtao became interested and leaned over.

"We Secretary Gong and Political Commissar Zhang have discussed it, but I feel that you are not qualified enough, and I am afraid that everyone will not accept you if you are too young." Aunt Gong said again.

Su Yingtao felt that what if she joined the G Committee, if she was lucky enough to allow Qin Gong to escape the suspension of production and work for those two years?

Can't a doctorate be paid for the whole time?

What’s more important is that the new Three Eight defense line he is thinking about can’t be built early?

Of course, Su Yingtao didn't believe that she had such great ability, and this thought just flashed through her.

"Auntie, isn't it just qualifications? Don't worry, I'll prepare my qualifications from now on." Su Yingtao's hand slapped the fence: "If the leaders really choose me, it can only prove their vision.

Poisonous and spicy and accurate.”

Aunt Gong: "..." This flattery.

She also thinks her son is a good leader.
To be continued...