"Did Chen Zhu buy it?"
Lu Man suddenly put down the pineapple bun in her hand. She didn't vomit in an exaggerated way. It was a plot in the TV series.
In reality, Lu Man just frowned and waited for her husband's explanation.
While wiping his wet hair, Song Zuomin sat on the sofa and said, "Not only this pineapple bun, but also the lunch order..."
So Song Zuomin explained a little about the meal and commented: "If I were his age, I would never be able to do those things."
“It’s just about gaining fame and reputation.”
Lu Man said disdainfully: "Only those who pursue fame and wealth can do all these things."
"Your colored glasses are too heavy."
Song Zuomin explained patiently at first: "Chen Zhu's parents are the deputy director of the Luhu Subdistrict Office and the other is a sitting doctor at the Municipal People's Hospital, and they are both very well-spoken. It is impossible for such a family to raise a Phoenix boy."
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"Director of the subdistrict office and doctor?"
Lu Man was quite disdainful: "Do you believe whatever they say? Have you ever seen your work ID..."
"Are you crazy!"
Song Zuomin held back and did not say anything more unpleasant. When socializing, he had to check people's work IDs. Believe it or not, Chen Peisong and Mao Xiaoqin turned around and left without even eating.
"Nowadays, some scammers are so sophisticated that they can even forge documents."
Lu Man still said reluctantly.
Song Zuomin once again had the urge to leave home and go to the office. After so many years of high and low life outside, couldn't he still tell if he was a liar?
The wife's words not only humiliated Chen Zhu's family, but also looked down upon her own IQ.
I don’t even know why my wife became like this. Where was the considerate and gentle Xiao Lu before getting married?
"There are public telephone numbers for Luhu Street and City No. 1 Hospital. If you don't believe me, go check it out yourself."
Song Zuomin suppressed his anger and said: "Also, you said that Chen Zhu got close to Weiwei because of our family backgrounds, but I offered to help Chen Zhu get to know the director of the TV station, but he even refused."
After Song Zuomin finished speaking, he stood up and said angrily: "Without investigation, you have no right to speak. I suggest you put aside your prejudices and understand it carefully before speaking!"
Seeing her husband leave as soon as he sat down, and she was suddenly the only one left in the huge living room, Lu Man felt a little regretful.
My husband only came home once after being out for a long time. What should we not discuss calmly?
Why do you have to be sarcastic when you open your mouth? It seems that while torturing the other person, you will feel more comfortable.
But is it really comfortable?
It's like every time after scolding my daughter, I always think that I must speak properly next time, but next time I find that she doesn't follow my wishes, my emotions explode uncontrollably.
"I seem to be alone in this family..."
Lu Man was a little frustrated.
But while feeling depressed and sad, another unhappy thought arose in my heart:
How long has it been since my husband has been at home? Am I not in charge of everything inside and outside this home?
What qualifications do you have to teach me a lesson as soon as you come back?
From a mother's perspective, I feel that Chen Zhu is not worthy of my daughter. Isn't that okay?
And when you go to have dinner with Chen Zhu’s family and leave me alone at home, have you ever thought that this is also an insult to me?
Lu Man had forgotten that it was her who had clearly stated earlier that she would not attend the banquet, and now she was blaming others.
What is the biggest cause of internal strife in the family?
It’s just that some family members never see clearly their own mistakes, or in other words, they always feel that others’ mistakes are bigger than their own!
After thinking about it, Lu Man banged the coffee table and shouted with a cold face: "Auntie!"
A nanny at home quickly ran out of the kitchen, wiped the water drops on her hands and asked, "Professor Lu, what do you need?"
"Take this..."
Lu Man pointed to the pineapple bun on the coffee table: "Put it away...forget it, just throw it away!"
Looking at the fresh pineapple bun with more than half of it left, the nanny knew that throwing it away would be a waste, but she didn't dare to touch Lu Man's current bad luck. She didn't dare to say a word and hurriedly packed it up and took it to the kitchen.
The coffee table instantly became tidy, spotless, not a hair stained, as clean as those model houses in the sales office, except...
There is no trace of the fireworks of home.
How can any family live without being dirty and messy? Only hotels will always be clean and tidy.
So even though the nanny obeyed and took away the pineapple buns, Lu Man found that not only did his mood not get better, it seemed to get worse. There was a feeling of depression in his heart that needed to be vented.
"Ding-deng-deng..."
Lu Man suddenly stood up and walked to the study barefoot without even wanting to put on his shoes. He pushed open the high-end wooden door with a loud bang and hit the wall heavily.
Song Zuomin, who was surfing the Internet, raised his head in surprise. Before he could ask, Lu Man had already stared at him with red eyes: "What did you mean by those words just now? Do you think I don't care about Weiwei?"
"I didn't think that!"
Song Zuomin became irritated after hearing this. Every time the couple quarreled, it always happened like this. Why couldn't they just discuss the matter and talk about what was there and what was not?
"You haven't been back in the capital for several months this year. Do you know which way the door of your daughter's university dormitory faces? Did you pick up your daughter and take her home on Friday?"
"Isn't that for work? I'm in the capital for a meeting. Do you think I don't want to pick up my daughter?"
"Every time I say it's for work! But what about the past? You only come back once a week in the office. Is this your home or a hotel? Or is there a little secretary hiding in your office?"
"My secretaries are all men, haven't you seen them all?"
"You make millions a year, isn't it easy to raise a woman outside?"
"Don't talk nonsense! My daughter is next door."
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At this time, there was no beautiful professor from Huanong and no executive director from CITIC Securities, just two middle-aged quarreling couples who gradually became indiscriminate.
After being together for twenty years, everyone knows each other's shortcomings well and can touch each other's pain points casually.
So as the saying goes, the person who loves you the most may also be the person who hurts you the most.
Although the 300-square-meter mansion is very large, how could it be possible to completely avoid the news from reaching Song Shiwei's ears.
She sat quietly at the desk, forcing herself to read.
This has always been the case in the past. When his parents quarreled, Song Shiwei would try his best to divert attention. Sometimes he could succeed, and sometimes...
"Danglanglang~"
Something shattered on the wooden floor. The fragments flew everywhere, and the harsh sound penetrated the entire home, making people feel nervous for a moment.
The sound of parents quarreling seemed to be getting louder again.
Song Shi took a deep breath. She could no longer calm down and read.
But at this time in the past, Song Shiwei had no choice and no one to talk to. He could only wait in his bedroom for his father to leave angrily. His mother turned her resentment into harsh love and imposed it on herself.
"But, now I have a boyfriend..."
Song Shiwei thought about it and suddenly took out his cell phone.
A boyfriend should be the closest person in the world besides his parents, at least that's what Song Shiwei thinks.
Will it be any different if you face this situation now that you have a boyfriend?
So Song Shiwei sent a text message to Chen Zhu.
Song Shiwei: My parents are quarreling.
Chen Zhu: Ah? Why? How about you?
Song Shiwei: I'm fine.
Chen Zhu: I’m going to take the first test at the driving school.
Song Shiwei: Okay.
When Song Shiwei saw that Chen Zhu was busy, he replied "Okay", put away his phone and did not intend to disturb him anymore.
…
As a result, Chen Zhu continued to send messages.
Chen Zhu: Don’t stay at home. Come with me to take the first exam.
Song Shiwei:What?
Chen Zhu: When our parents quarrel, it doesn't make much sense for us to stay at home. We might easily be diverted from our anger. Let's go out for a walk. They should be over it if we go back later.
…
Song Shiwei had never thought about leaving when his parents quarreled.
But where to go?
It's like a white and desolate world outside, with no place you can go.
Over time, Song Shiwei would rather force himself to do two math problems at home.
But now, my boyfriend wants to pull me away from this depressing and dull place!
"Dong dong dong~"
Song Shiwei's heart started to beat, as if there was a sense of freedom waving in front of her to break through the shackles. She also trusted Chen Zhu immensely and was about to type to Chen Zhu: "Where is your driving school..."
Unexpectedly, Chen Zhu was the first to reply: "Forget it! I don't know what your current condition is like, and I'm not too worried. I'd better pick you up."
The quarrel between his parents was still ringing in his ears, but! Song Shiwei suddenly felt an indescribable feeling of happiness.
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Chapter completed!