THE SONG FAMILY WIFE IS NOT EASY TO MESS WITH - Chapter 15
The entire dinner process, Liang Rushui’s eyebrows did not stretch, from time to time to glance at Song met the hand, and then slightly inclined head, make a look can not stand to see, as if the eyes were spicy.
The husband, Song Yizheng, went to a party with his fishing buddies tonight, and she had no one to discuss it with, except for a silent sigh.
Mother and son ate a quiet dinner, because Song encounter still have work matters to deal with, did not say a few words to her and went upstairs into the study.
Liang Ruishui wandered back and forth in the living room alone, waiting until almost ten o’clock when she finally saw her husband’s figure, and she greeted him with a hurried gait.
Song Yizheng was shocked by her action, and hurriedly lowered his head to sniff his collar and then his sleeve, without fighting, “I just drank two cups.”
“Who wants to talk to you about this.” Liang Rushui grabbed her husband’s hand and dragged him to the bedroom, closing the door with her hand, “I have something important to say to you.”
Song Yizheng was infected by her mood and couldn’t help but look serious: “What is it?”
Liang Rushui sat on the edge of the bed, hanging her head, her voice was low: “You don’t know, today A met came back, he ……” she seemed difficult to say, after a pause before continuing, “he dyed ten fingers fancy colors The company’s main business is to provide a wide range of products and services to the public.
Song Yizheng’s mind did not keep up with his wife’s rhythm, half a long time, a face not in the state: “ah? What are you talking about?”
“I think it is not impossible, he studied abroad alone, so many years have not seen a girlfriend. He has been living in his aunt’s house, I just called Shunhua, she also said that she never saw Ah met take a woman home for the night, why I did not think of it before.”
Song Yangzheng finally understood, but still felt some absurd: “You, you think too much, right?”
“No!” The nail art of the girl is definitely the style that only a young girl likes, I want to do the same nail art!
The corner of Song Yizheng’s forehead twitched and he was silent.
Although he believes in his son, but his wife’s words are so strong that he admits he is beginning to waver.
The more you think about it, the sadder you are, the more you hold your cheeks in your hands, making a sobbing appearance: “You don’t even know, at the dinner table I was embarrassed to ask A met too much, afraid that he had a psychological burden, I am not that kind of unenlightened parents, I just …… I just can’t accept it for a while. I a shit a pee to feed him up, oh no, raised, I’m not easy, he has something to say to me in advance ah.” The first thing you need to do is to get a good idea of what you’re getting into. Zhou Muyun? Or Yan Bei? Or is it Qi Zheng?”
Song Yangzheng sat on the sofa and felt his head was too big, how could it be further and further away?
Song met an afternoon and a night did not go to the company, the hand piled up a lot of documents need to deal with, the computer screen was he turned to the green light of eye protection, he worked for several hours, really sleepy can not open their eyes, but there is still a small part of the processing is not finished, the pile will only be more tomorrow.
He took off his glasses and pinched his brow, showing a hint of fatigue. After sitting quietly for a few minutes, he got up and took his cup downstairs, intending to make himself a cup of coffee to refresh himself.
When his feet landed on the last step, Song met heard a low rambling from the master bedroom on the first floor, the living room was so quiet that a pin drop could be heard, and he had excellent hearing and vaguely heard his name.
He gave a slight pause, stopped for a moment and took a step closer to the door of the room.
A door away from the room, Liang Ruishui melancholy said: “I go to the hospital tomorrow to check the body, while young we have another one?”
Song met stunned.
He was in his twenties, and his parents still wanted to give him a younger brother or sister?
Liang Ruishui’s voice came out through the door again and clearly reached Song Shu’s ears, “We have to respect our son’s choice, since A-hsien likes boys, we have to support him.” After a pause, she sighed, “His grandmother still doesn’t know, right? The old man’s mind is not very acceptable, so how do I tell her?”
Song met: “???”
No, who likes boys?
Song met standing at the door with an empty cup, his posture looked like he was facing the wall, his mind kept recalling what Ms. Liang had just said, but he could not figure out how she could think so.
He tilted his head, still thinking seriously when the door in front of him was suddenly pulled open from the inside. Liang Rushui was first startled to see him, and then slowly squeezed out a smile: “Ah encounter, did you hear everything?”
Song Shuo took a breath and said good-naturedly, “If you have nothing to do, go have afternoon tea with Mrs. Zhou, don’t read novels all day long and think about something.”
“Don’t you yell at me!” Liang Rushui stood on tiptoe and tried to overpower him in terms of momentum, “Then tell me, why do you want to do nail art?”
She said, grabbed Song Shuo’s hand and looked at the colorful nail art, despite having seen it several times during dinner, she still found it spicy.
Song met a helpless face, again because of nail art, he was not only ridiculed by his friends in the group, he also had to be suspected by his mother when he returned home.
Liang Ruisui: “You can’t say it, I knew I didn’t guess wrong ……”
Song met interrupted her increasingly deviant thoughts: “My girlfriend asked me to do, this answer you satisfied?” He deliberately added the word “girlfriend”.
The first thing you need to do is to get a good idea of what you’re doing. Are you serious?”
“False.” Song met turned around and walked to the bar, making coffee for himself while turning his back on her and said, “I’m just telling you that I like women.”
Liang Rushui stood in place and looked at his back for a while thinking, not knowing whether she believed his words or was shocked by him, in any case, she did not pursue the matter further.
When Song met the floor, Song Yizheng came out of the bedroom and said, “I told you that you were overthinking, and you blamed me for not caring enough about my son.”
Liang Rushui: “Is that so? I think you just discussed with me quite seriously, and also analyzed that the person that Ah Yu likes is most likely to be Zhou Muyun, because Ah Yun also does not like to hang out with girls.”
Song Yangzheng touched the corner of his forehead and awkwardly retreated to the bedroom.
Song met by a mess, completely quiet to work, coffee brewed for nothing, he only drank a sip and poured it all away, at this moment he finally understood how Meng Jianwei is scheming, simply kill people in the invisible.
The next morning, Xie Yong with a driver to pick up Song encounter to the company, said he has helped him find a good nail technician, people on the road, will come immediately.
In fact, Xie Yong did not know what Song met looking for a nail technician, until the nail technician arrived, Song met stretching out the well-hidden ten fingers, Xie Yong immediately put an assistant should have professionalism to the back of the mind, laughing out loud on the spot.
Song met an eye knife faintly flew over, Xie Yong is sitting upright, holding back laughter to hold the face are red: “Sorry Mr. Song, I do not want to laugh.” But I really can’t help it.
—— off-topic — —
Zhou Muyun: always inexplicably cued, weirdly stuffy, trouble appearances knot.
Song Xiaobai: buckle whoosh, no wonder the daughter-in-law opened the restaurant to earn money you also want.