Hello, Mr. Major General

After Song Jinning said these words, except Huo Shaoheng who was still calm and calm, everyone else had a shocked expression of being struck by lightning.

Huo Guanchen already felt a sweet smell in his throat, almost vomiting blood on the spot.

He glared at Song Jinning, his fists creaked, and he didn't know how much it took to make himself impulsive.

Prime Minister Tan and Cai Shengnan were dumbfounded, two people who had always been eloquent and quick-witted, could not find a word in reply at this time.

Only Tan Guiren seemed to be frightened and couldn't think normally. She didn't care about being reserved and avoiding suspicion. She directly asked Huo Shaoheng tremblingly, "Major General Huo, do you think so too?!-But I don't!"

She had tears in her eyes, and her weak body was trembling, like a little white rabbit that was too frightened.

Huo Shaoheng still looked calm and composed, staring straight ahead without speaking.

Song Jinning snorted, and looked at Guiren Tan sympathetically: "Girl, why are you still not showing your heart?-I'm asking your son what to do?"

He also said Prime Minister Tan: "You and your couple are also true. I told your wife last time that there is a problem with your family education. She still doesn't believe it. See what kind of girl you have brought up?-I will leave it to you. Here, that's the end of today's words. Let me hear similar remarks, Prime Minister Tan, then I'm sorry."

Song Jinning raised his jaw slightly and looked sternly: "...Never underestimate how much a mother can do for her children. If you don't understand, go back and ask your wife, she must understand what I mean.-Goodbye!"

After Song Jinning finished speaking, he moved forward.

Huo Shaoheng quickly followed without a word, and walked out of the military hall with Song Jinning.

Looking at the backs of the mother and son, Guiren Tan finally knew that her dreams had been broken into pieces, and she would not be happy in this lifetime...

Covering her face, tears gurgled from her fingers, wet her front.

Cai Shengnan was both happy and sad, with a very complicated mood. He put his arm around Tan Guiren's shoulders and said firmly: "Cousin, don't cry, it's okay, it's okay."

Prime Minister Tan looked at the pearl in his palm and cried into tears, feeling distressed with what it was, and wished to choke Huo Guanchen to death.

He took a step forward, blocked Huo Guanchen's path, and said in a low voice: "...What does Director Song mean?! I didn't offend her?! That's what you said is okay?! Admiral Huo should give us A statement?!"

Huo Guanchen was gritted with anger by Song Jinning, and he was too lazy to perfuse the Tan family at this time. He did not expect Song Jinning to have such a bad impression of Tan Guiren, and his reaction was so intense, so naturally he dared not make any more matches.

After finishing the military uniform, Huo Guanchen said coldly: "The twisted melon is not sweet. Since we can't agree, then forget it.-Goodbye." After saying this, he hurriedly left the military hall.

All three of the Huo family left, and only Prime Minister Tan, Tan Guiren and Cai Shengnan remained in the corridor.

"Little uncle, just gave up like this?" Cai Shengnan asked tentatively, "Why don't you forget it, Huo Family...it's not ordinary people, we can't blame it, it's best not to offend it."

Prime Minister Tan really couldn't swallow this breath. He grinned and smiled almost hideously: "...That's okay, unless he doesn't get married all his life, I will take him!"

Cai Shengnan's heart trembled and did not answer any more.

...

In the winter of the imperial capital, it was late at night, the cold wind was bitter, and the night sky was glowing yellow under the light of the street lamps, and heavy clouds were piled on top of the head.

Huo Shaoheng called Fan Jian to drive over, and said to Song Jinning, "I will send you back."

Song Jinning drove here by himself. Originally, he wanted to drive back by himself, but then he thought about it and talked to his son.

She nodded, "My car is still in the parking lot. Find someone to drive me back." As she said, she threw the car key to Huo Shaoheng.

Huo Shaoheng took it, and after getting in the car, he handed it to Fan Jian, "If you have time, help Director Song drive the car back to the High Energy Institute."

"Yes,

Huo Shaoheng's and Song Jinning were sitting on the back seat left and right.

The car drove steadily, leaving the military hall, and drove in the direction of the Institute of High Energy Physics.

Song Jinning just bought a house and it is still being renovated and cannot live in. She still lives in the dormitory of the High Energy Physics Institute.

The two of them sat in the back seat and did not speak at first.

After the car walked for a while, Song Jinning held his arm and glanced at Huo Shaoheng, "Shao Heng, you are not too young anymore, no wonder your father is planning for your lifelong event."

She can see that her own son is a sweet potato, and everyone is eager to ask for it!

Huo Shaoheng: "..."

"Don't speak?" Song Jinning sighed, her voice softened, "How to say, I understand your father's mind, that is to find you a girl who is the right girl as a wife."

Huo Shaoheng finally snorted, noncommittal.

"Don't take it seriously." Song Jinning turned his body, "I tell you, I also have requirements. Don't think your dad has requirements."

"What's your request?" Huo Shaoheng's voice was flat, "This is new."

Song Jinning has never discussed this issue frankly with Huo Shaoheng.

Today was probably stimulated by the plans of Huo Guanchen and Prime Minister Tan. She was also interested and said her thoughts.

"Of course I have a request." Song Jinning said enthusiastically, "To be honest, the righteousness is really important, and I don't object to it, but I always think that the righteousness is a way to make up for my lack of quality. To paraphrase an online sentence, I call this kind of situation because the quality is not enough, and the family background will come together. If the quality is strong enough, where do you need to be right? She can hold up a lintel by herself."

After a pause, Song Jinning further calmed Huo Shaoheng's heart: "...It is the person who will spend your life with you, not her family. Never put the cart before the horse."

Huo Shaoheng thought this was a bit interesting. He looked back at Song Jinning for a while, and said with a smile: "Then your request is even higher than that of General Huo."

"That's natural." Song Jinning didn't shy away from his own prejudices. "Your mother, I have no other requirements. Family appearance is not important. What is important is intellectual merchants. If you take a 10,000 step back, you can still use it if your character is not good. The day after tomorrow’s education is remedied, but it’s useless to make up for the innate factor like IQ. You have to think clearly that if your mother’s IQ is low, the child will be out of help.

Huo Shaoheng: "..."

He curled his lips and said half-wittedly: "Ms. Song will have to check me off. Whoever wants to be your daughter-in-law must pass your IQ test?"

"Okay." Song Jinning clapped, "When I go back, I will compile a set of questions, with a full score of 100 points, and no discussion below 90 points."

Huo Shaoheng: "..."

He moved his position uncomfortably, thinking that with his mother’s obsession with scientific research, he might be able to do such a thing. He hesitated for a while, lowered his voice and said, "...The test is pretty good, you think Which aspect do you focus on?"

In case it is all about high-energy physics and biochemical medicine, Huo Shaoheng is worried that someone will hit his chest with a small fist=_=.

Song Jinning refrained from laughing, and said solemnly: "Which aspect hasn't been decided yet. However, I've been busy recently, and I'm worried that I won't be able to spare the time to compile exam questions and delay your lifelong affairs. Why not go to Nianzhi to help me? How about the question? There are so many girls around you, I think her IQ exceeded the standard."

The corners of Huo Shaoheng's lips were raised uncontrollably, and he said with a smile, "Isn't this bad? Are you going to cheat openly?"

"Cheating?" Song Jinning deliberately widened his eyes, "Huh? I didn't tell Nianzhi to take the exam. Why is it cheating?"

Huo Shaoheng: "..."

Being tricked by Ms. Song...

Seeing Huo Shaoheng's rare expression of aggrieved and embarrassed expression, Song Jinning laughed happily.

Fan Jian in the front row heard it clearly, and couldn't help feeling that this is the real mother, the proper mother, the mother who took the son to get rid of...

After laughing enough, Song Jinning held Huo Shaoheng's hand, and Wen Yan said: "Shao Heng, my mother did not participate in your childhood, and missed your teenagers. My mother does not want to make mistakes again and again."

Huo Shaoheng was not accustomed to such tender moments. He coughed softly, took his hand from Song Jinning's hand, and changed the subject: "You said that today, Prime Minister Tan should not do any more small moves, but Huo I’m afraid I won’t let you go with you, Admiral.”

Today Song Jinning's position can be ranked next to Huo Guanchen, which shows how much he has in mind.

Huo Shaoheng didn't want his parents to get back together at all, but it was a matter between the parents. He would not express his opinions to increase the trouble to his parents.

The most uncomfortable thing about Song Jinning was Huo Guanchen. She twisted her head and frowned and said: "It is absolutely impossible for me and your father, Shao Heng, will you blame me?"

Huo Shaoheng hurriedly raised his hands, "Ms. Song, I won't interfere with you, and you won't interfere with me, okay?"

This is the meaning of letting go.

Song Jinning had a good attitude towards Huo Guanchen because of his scruples about his son Huo Shaoheng. At least there has never been a public shameless thing like today.

Today, it was discovered that Huo Guanchen, regardless of his son's wish to be a mother with her, insisted on sending his son to the silly girl of Tan Guiren, and Song Jinning had an attack.

Her father Song Haichuan was a child prodigy since she was a child, and she herself was a genius all the way up. Even though there is no genius to her son, his son is early and better than a genius.

She didn't want to reach the next generation of her son, but her IQ went back.

"... The best thing parents can leave to their children is not property status, but IQ." Song Jinning pointed to his own mind, "Think carefully and don't be led by your father's fallacies."

...

In the Golden Collar Bar, the Christmas ball in the first-year class of the Master of Law of the University of B has reached a climax.

The dance music for ballroom dancing has been changed, and the DJ is now playing strong and rhythmic Christmas songs.

Men and women danced on the dance floor like crazy and drunk.

He Zhichu had come down early, and he was not interested in the vigorous dance of these young people at all.

Gu Nianzhi didn't jump either. It's not that she wasn't interested, but she didn't know how to jump.

She knows a little bit of the Latin National Standard, but she is not good at this kind of dance. Of course, the key is that the outfit she wore today made her unable to dance this kind of dance.

Oops.

She only danced a few dances with He Zhichu. Later, He Zhichu sat aside and talked to her. Someone came to ask Gu Nianzhi to dance. He Zhichu raised his eyes and showed the person away.

He Zhichu drank a lot of wine today, but not much drunk.

Seeing Gu Nianzhi being bored sitting aside, she couldn't help asking her: "Do you want to go back?"

Gu Nianzhi nodded, lowered his head and took out his mobile phone, wanting to send a message to Huo Shaoheng.

He Zhichu has stood up, "Let's go, I will take you back to the dormitory."

As soon as he stretched out his hand, Gu Nianzhi smelled a strong alcohol, couldn't help being silent, put his phone away, and said, "Professor He, let me drive."

It is common sense not to drink and drive.

It is not too late to call Huo Shaoheng when she returns to school.

He Zhichu shook his head, "I'm fine, let's go."

He led the way. Gu Nianzhi was worried about He Chu, so he had to talk to a classmate in a hurry and followed.

Not long after they left the bar, someone called the people outside.

...

Gu Nian got on He Zhichu's car, got in the driver's seat, and started the car.

He Zhichu sat in the co-pilot with his hand on his forehead, took a pill and threw it into his mouth to eat, and said flatly: "I have a sober medicine, it's okay."

Gu Nianzhi wrinkled her little nose, "I was in a meeting window, and a breath of alcohol."

He Zhichu smiled, waiting for the alcohol in the car to dissipate, he was already sober, and said to Gu Nianzhi, "I'll drive, I'm fine."

Gu Nianzhi refused, "My driving skills are also good, don't worry."

Anyway, she drives slowly, not afraid.

Seeing her insisting, He Zhichu didn't speak any more, and sat quietly to the side, watching her step on the accelerator and drive towards the street.

There is almost no traffic on the Imperial Street in the middle of the night.

Gu Nianzhi didn't drive fast or slow, and the way was smooth.

She was in a good mood, turned on the car stereo in the car, looked for music and listened to it.

He Zhichu smiled and looked at the front, wishing to keep driving forever and driving back to his home...

But not long after, He Zhichu sat up straight, looked in the rearview mirror, and whispered to Gu Nianzhi: "...someone is following us."

Gu Nianzhi also glanced at the rearview mirror and found two cars that looked like modified sports cars.

"We are not far from the school. Turn down here, and walk for another ten minutes." Gu Nianzhi looked at the navigation system, said calmly, and suddenly slammed on the accelerator.

Although He Zhichu's car is not a modified sports car, when it is getting stronger, no sports car can keep up.

Gu Nian kicked down the accelerator, and the car sprinted like an arrow from the string.

The car behind was thrown farther and farther, and gradually became two small black spots.

Gu Nianzhi breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to slow down, stretched out and stepped on the brake.

One click, two clicks, three clicks...

There was sweat on her forehead.

"Professor He..."

"Ok?"

"...The brakes seem to have failed."

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