The Villain’s Mother

Wang Chai did this to remind Nguyen Xia of herself, as well as when she was a child. Every time Mom and Dad came to see her, she always liked to take her around. At that time, Mom didn't ask her, and she didn't mention her own thoughts as proactively as Wang Chai did. Think carefully. It would be a shame, if she was like Wang Chai when she was a little girl, maybe Mom would also understand her thoughts and emotions.

Is there a mistake between parents and children? Probably.

When children want to express themselves, parents don't understand, or they don't have time. When parents want to listen, children have learned to hide their hearts and minds and no longer want to express themselves.

Nguyen Xia squatted down and hugged this soft little fat man, warmly said: “Well, Wang Chai is also a good child of his mother. ”

Wang Chai hugged Nguyen Xia and even touched her hair with her fat paws.

Mother and son were very tired for a while, went back to Song Ting Shen's office, and nestled on the sofa to steal whispers. After repeated reminders from Nguyen Xia, Wang Chai's voice was getting smaller and smaller. He also seemed to realize that Dad was working and that speaking out loud would disturb him.

By the time Song Ting was busy, it was about 5: 40. He packed his desktop, turned off his computer, and took the car keys to the couch. "I'm busy. Let's go before traffic jams. ”

Wang Chai held Nguyen Xia with one hand, Song Ting Shen with one hand, caught between the couple, jumped out of the office, Song Shi, like other companies, all left work at 6 pm, employees saw Song Ting Shen come out, all rushed to do busy form, either answer the phone call or focus on hitting the keyboard, trying to create an atmosphere for the boss that they are busy all the time.

“What are you looking at?” Song Ting deeply saw that Nguyen Xia kept looking at the employee area and asked.

Nguyen Xia sent out a happy emotion, "I feel like I've been working all my life. ”

Song Ting listened deeply to her mention of work, slightly smoked the corner of her mouth, in her life, the last time she went to work was at Song's current stage.

Nguyen Xia thought that she had to push herself to work and leave work every day before crossing. What was the mood at that time? Just like that part on Weibo, looking at the Lamborghini Porsche and other luxury cars on the road, she wanted to slap the window at all costs, roaring loud and fucking come and feed me! Sandcarving!

“Didn't you say you wanted a job a while ago? How's it going?” Song Ting asked deeply.

Nguyen Xia shook her head, “I still want to teach English to foreign countries and then learn to bake... I'll think about doing something when I'm done, otherwise it's not a big deal to stay home. ”

Song Ting Shen would like to say, haven't you been home for four years and stayed well?

“My advice is that you don't have to go to another company to work.” Song Ting tried to be polite, "because you have four years of empty windows in the middle, you haven't worked in these four years, you haven't had hard work experience, this is in the employer, you have been out of line with society for several years, they will weigh whether you can adjust to the fast pace of working life, so if you are looking for a job, you may start at the grassroots level, I don't think you can get used to it. ”

Nguyen Xia: “…”

Fine, he's telling the truth, too.

“You go on. ”

Song Ting saw that Nguyen Xia was not angry, so he went on to say: “Of course, as long as you can suffer, it's not a problem to do something at work at your current age, starting from scratch. ”

However, if she could have suffered, she would not have chosen to give him a condom.

Song Ting did not say this out of a deep desire for survival, it is only good that everyone knows it.

“If you're interested in making dessert, you can start your own shop in the future.” Song Ting is in deep shit, "if you really want to do something, I suggest you start your own company or shop. But if you understand that line, it's easy to get overlooked. ”

Nguyen Xia's eyes lit up and then she was depressed, “What if she loses money? ”

I don't think people like her are really good for business.

Song Ting Shen seems to have been laughed at by her words. There is obvious laughter in her eyes. “No one can guarantee that she will make a steady profit from doing business. If she is interested, try it. ”

Nguyen Xia is no longer afraid of this remark from the boss. Anyway, if she is rich now, she will nod her head happily. “Let me think about that. ”

In fact, she dreamed of opening her own shop when she was a kid, but she thought differently at every age, sometimes she wanted to open a flower shop, sometimes she wanted to open a milk tea shop, sometimes she wanted to open a bookstore...

“If there's anything you need from me, just ask.” Song Ting said deeply.

Wang Chai, who is rarely a backgrounder, hastened to say, “Where you need me, Mom, just say that I have money! ”

“Do you have money?” Nguyen Xia's attention was immediately attracted, and she began to set up a routine to smash Fatty, "how many? Where is it?”

Wang Zhi shook Song Ting's hand proudly, “Dad, do I have money? You tell Mom how much I have. ”

Song Ting deeply coughed a few times and said to Nguyen Xia: “When he was a year old, I opened him a card containing red envelopes from my father-in-law and some of my friends. I just mentioned it once, and I didn't expect him to remember. ”

It seems the boy has always been very attentive and sensitive to his possessions.

Wang Chai said, "Dad, give my money to Mom, I don't need it anyway. ”

Nguyen Xia accepted without courtesy, "You remember what you said today. If you let me pay you back when you grow up crying, I won't pay you back a dime. ”

* * *

With children, Song Ting will naturally not book a romantic French restaurant. He ordered a private dining restaurant with a good reputation. However, the restaurant is on a high-end route, and it is not necessarily instant to eat with money. It takes a long time to book in advance and is limited to guests every day.

When she got off, Nguyen Xia didn't forget to carry the paper bag. She only took the six-inch cake she had made in the afternoon out of the paper bag after walking into the cabin with the waiter.

“Time is running out, and with my current limited level, I can't make a very delicate cake.” Nguyen Xia took a deep look at Song Ting, “Happy birthday. ”

Song Ting was deeply surprised and obviously wondered how Nguyen Xia knew it was his birthday.

Wang Chai also doesn't know, it can't be that he said, there are not many people around him know, a few people who know, are also a family business, I don't think I remember, they and Nguyen Xia don't have much intersection, so where did Nguyen Xia know?

“I accidentally flipped over to my marriage certificate when I was packing today, with the date of birth on it.” Nguyen Xia explained, “I didn't prepare any gifts for you, I don't think you should lack anything, you can only prepare this cake. ”

Song Ting was silent for a moment and said, "Thank you, I love it. ”

Wang Chai was happy with the cake. He had to hurry to cut the cake as soon as he sat down. Nguyen Xia glanced at him. “Didn't you hear that earlier? It's Dad's birthday, you didn't prepare anything for Dad? ”

“… I don't know.” Wang Chai is frankly accusing, “Mom, you too, didn't tell me. ”

Nguyen Xia smiled and looked at him, “Then you know now. Doesn't that mean anything? ”

Wang thought about it, "Let me sing a song for Dad! ”

Light the candle, Nguyen Xia turned off the lights in the compartment. Before she sat down, she heard Wang Chai sing her birthday song out loud.

In fact, his five-tone voice is a little out of tune, but even if the child's soft and milky voice runs, it looks extraordinarily cute. Nguyen Xia is very dedicated to the applause. Sometimes he needs to give the child a little encouragement, so he won't be a star in the future.

Song Ting deeply softened his eyes, he looked at his lovely son, then accidentally looked at Nguyen Xia, his head crooked and smiling sweetly at his son, his mouth slightly raised.

The family divided the cake into three pieces. Nguyen Xia decided to break the precept once today for Song Ting's birthday. You should know that she didn't even dare to eat more staple meals during this time. Luckily, she didn't make much cake. After the three of us ate, there were still some left, and she also had an appetite for dinner.

With kids, plus Song Ting Shen usually doesn't drink much, just put juice in the restaurant.

“Wang Chai, come on, raise the cup, we wish Dad a happy birthday.” Nguyen Xia picked up the cup and Wangzi immediately learned something.

Deep Song Ting had to pick up the cup next to his hand, and the three glasses collided and made a crisp sound.

In fact, for a man in his 30s, his birthday is not important at all. When he is young and energetic, he will also date several friends to eat, drink and celebrate. In recent years, everyone has been busy, there is no time to gather together. In the previous two years, Wang Chai was too small to bring it out at all, so this day is nothing special with the usual days.

I don't know what's going on this year, but there's a family with three bites to eat.

Nor did he intend to tell Nguyen Xia that it was just a meal, just like the last time he was in Bi Xia, and he had no intention of adding a name to it.

I didn't expect her to know or prepare a birthday cake.

Song Ting Deep now has only two thoughts in mind. One is that someone is helping to celebrate his birthday, which seems to be good, and the other is that the cake just now is better than ever before.

“Thank you.” Song Ting looked deeply at Nguyen Xia and said very seriously.