Chapter 390: Talk about ideological and political work

"Father, why don't you say that since Su Hai, the air is full of conspiracy?" Shen Feihu asked back.
"Who said I didn't say it?" The old man stared, "I didn't say it that time?"
The old man Su was unhappy, "Lao Hai, what do you say about my son? That's how my youngest son told you bad things? Huai'an, please write down these words, and wait for your uncle to come back and let him talk to Haishen about his thoughts. Political work."
"Good!" Su Huaian answered with a sullen smile.
"I said, how do your grandfather and grandson bully people in partnership?" The old man dropped the flag, "It's no more, no more. Your Su family is full of wicked stomachs, bad water, and nothing good."
"I don't want to do it, I don't want to do it! I'm in a bad mood, I don't want to do it a long time ago."
"I said you're a really thick-skinned person, but someone who says he is in a bad mood? Do you think you are a young girl?"
"I am in a bad mood? My granddaughter can't find it. How can I be in a good mood?"
"Ha ha ha ha... my granddaughter, my granddaughter has been missing for so many years, and I am in a bad mood."
The two old men quarreled as they talked, and Su Huaian often met them and had long been used to it.
Shen Feihu was dumbfounded, "I said, can you two keep quarreling?" He came today for the stinky boy Jianguo. Although he didn't want to care about this bastard, he couldn't let it go.
What if something goes wrong in the Soviet Union?
After much deliberation, Shen Jianguo, who didn't go through the back door in his life, had to ask Mr. Hai to help and say hello.
The boss of the Hai Family is in charge of this, and the old man's greetings are more useful than anyone else. At least it can be guaranteed that Jianguo will be treated immediately if something really happens.
"you shut up!"
"You shut up and blame you."
The two old men turned their guns, unanimously speaking, "Hurry up, don't be here to us off."
"Well, I really left." Shen Feihu was about to leave, and when he saw that there was no one to keep him, he deliberately said loudly: "Today I organized the little girl of the art troupe to give condolences to the old Red Army. You don't want to know how I am. Arranged?"
"Wait..." These old Su also didn't care to get angry, and grabbed Shen Feihu and said, "Ningning, that girl, where are you assigned?"
"The retreat in the north of the city!"
"You...you brat, what do I want you to do?" Grandpa Su wanted to knock someone with a cane again.
"Grandpa..." Su Huaian can't help Grandpa's recent moodiness, "Sorry, teacher, don't mind."
"No!" Shen Feihu said indifferently.
"Why did you assign Ningning to the retreat? Why don't you assign it to me? Am I not the old Red Army? Am I lonely and helpless? Am I not lacking warmth?"
"Grandpa..." This good-tempered Su Huai'an is also half of his handsome face black. He specially asked for annual leave to stay with him at home, so he still said that he was alone and helpless? Lack of warmth?
"Grandpa, if Dad hears your words, I'll probably die of anger." Dare to believe that he was not driving a fighter plane, but a snail came back?
"Cough cough cough..." Elder Su also felt that what he said was getting more and more meaningless, and coughed embarrassingly. But thinking of Sheng Ning, he exhorted: "I don't care, you must let Ning Ning come to our house to send warmth, have you heard?"
"Then you still chasing me away?"
"Not in a hurry!"
"I'm so thirsty, I haven't had a glass of water for a long time." Shen Feihu opened his eyes and said nonsense.