Song Qian thought that the house he bought was already very low-key, but in the eyes of Song's father, it was still very low-key.

"Why did you buy such an expensive house? There is no need to talk about this community. I already know who lives here. Look at the security conditions. Can ordinary people afford to live in such a community?"

After hearing this, Song Qian was helpless now. His father could always hit the nail on the head.

Long Biao was a little surprised when he heard what Song's father said. Now that Song Qian has made so much money, it's not too much to spend 20 million to buy a house now, right?

Besides, with Song Qian's current worth, it is normal to buy a villa casually. Song Qian is still buying a house in a community. Does Song's father think it is high-profile?

"Dad, you see you are starting again now. This community was not bought for me to live in, but for you to live here forever. Look at how nice the greenery is in the community. You can come out and chat with the people here in the afternoon. Old men and old ladies playing."

Seeing Song Qian's filial piety, Song's father said nothing more.

This community doesn't look like much from the outside, but when you really step inside, you'll find that there's something wonderful inside.

The community has everything you need, every place is specially guarded, and the security work is very good. The elderly can exercise here and never worry about falling.

"Dad, Mom, you must take note when you leave. This community is really connected in all directions. If you don't pay attention, you may very well walk in and never get out again. .”

While Song Qian was walking with his parents, he introduced to them what each place was about.

Song Qian has always been very busy with work, and now that he has finally had some time, Song Qian plans to have some fun with them.

Song Qian's parents liked the ancient alleys very much, but because Song Qian had been busy with work in the past, he had no time to accompany them.

Now Song Qian plans to accompany them and visit all the alleys in Beijing.

Although it was very tiring after a day of shopping, everyone was very happy, especially Father Song, Mother Song, and the others, and the smiles on their faces never dropped.

Song Qian felt warm in his heart when he saw the smiles on his parents' faces.

On the day of the Spring Festival, Song Qian originally planned to hire a chef to prepare the New Year's Eve dinner, but when Song Qian's mother found out about Song Qian's approach, she immediately stopped him.

"If you have that spare money, you might as well do something else. If you hire an outside chef to cook the New Year's Eve dinner, will it still feel like a New Year? You have liked my fried spicy chicken since you were a child. If you don't have it this year, it won't be the best this year." It is not complete."

Song's mother had said this now, and Song Qian did not refuse. However, Song Qian was still very happy in his heart, because Song Qian had not eaten the food cooked by his mother for a long time.

Song's mother has very strict requirements on food, so when buying food, she is very selective and compares products.

After working hard all afternoon, the New Year's Eve dinner was finally prepared. This year's New Year's Eve dinner was not as lively as in previous years. Song Qian felt sorry for Song Mu's hand and did not want her to prepare too much.

Therefore, there were only two tables of people eating together. Except for Song Qian's own family, the others were Song Qian's assistants, and the rest were the service staff in the villa.

Today was originally a special day, but none of them could go home because of work. Song Qian expressed his heartache when he saw this.

Therefore, Song Qian planned to let them spend a reunion year together in this place, which would also relieve their homesickness.

In the afternoon, everyone worked together, which diluted their sadness.

It was the first time for Song's mother and Song's father to have so many people accompany them to celebrate the New Year. They were also very happy. For them, the people who worked next to Song Qian were also their children.

They just hope that Song Qian can be well, then they will be happy in their hearts.

"Today is a special day, but you still stick to your posts. This really makes me feel very touched. There are many people in this place. Let me drink this glass of wine first as a token of respect. No matter it is We will be brothers in this life and the next!"

As soon as Song Qian finished speaking, he drank all the wine in his hand. Song Qian's move really moved everyone present.

They did not expect that Song Qian never treated them as servants, but regarded them as his best brothers.

"Brother Song, you're welcome, there's no need for this!"

"Since we are brothers, then everything goes without saying!"

"Good brother, you don't need to say such sensational words. What you're doing now makes me want to cry!"

"When did Brother Song start doing this?"

"Don't be like this, we will be sad!"

Song's father and Song's mother were watching them drink one cup after another. Song's mother saw that they were drinking happily and did not disturb them.

Song's mother silently walked to the kitchen and cooked a bowl of sobering soup for each of them. They had an important thing to do in the evening, so they couldn't get drunk now.

When Song Qian saw his mother walking towards the kitchen, Song Qian knew what his mother wanted to do, and Song Qian showed a heartfelt smile.

After eating and drinking, all of them watched the party preparing for the last part of the New Year's Eve dinner, making dumplings.

Song Qian and his assistant knew nothing about making dumplings. Fortunately, Song's father and Song's mother were here to teach them.

Song Qian saw that the dumplings made by everyone were very good-looking. Song Qian was not to be outdone at this time, but after learning for a long time, Song Qian still didn't master it.

"Mom, did the method you taught me not work? Look at how ugly my bag turned out. Didn't you teach me the method?"

Song Qian didn't learn it after studying for a long time. At this time, Song Qian began to blame Song's mother.

Mother Song glanced at the dumpling in Song Qian's hand. Mother Song was wondering if this could still be considered a dumpling. At most, it was just a piece of dough.

Song Qian was deeply affected by the dumplings, so Song Qian went to sit on the sofa. It is indispensable for the New Year today, and it must be a short New Year greeting text message.

Song Qian has a special headache when replying to text messages every year, because there are literally thousands of text messages coming through.

Most of Song Qian's mobile phone address books are business CEOs he knows. They send him New Year greetings messages, and out of politeness he has to reply to them.

However, Song Qian and ordinary people also dealt with it in the same way, they were all sent in groups.
Chapter completed!