MTL - The Villain’s Mother

The thing that Wang Zi did, let Xia Xia also think of herself. When she was a child, she did the same. Every time Mom and Dad came to see her, she always liked to take her mother around, when her mother did not ask her, she also There is no such thing as Wang Chai's initiative to mention his own thoughts. If you think about it carefully, this is actually a kind of regret. If she is like Wang, she may understand her heart and emotions.

Is there a kind of miss between parents and children? Probably.

When the child wants to express, the parents can't understand, or they don't have time. When the parents want to listen, the child has learned to hide his mind and no longer wants to express it.

Xia Xia down, hugged this soft little fat man, Wen said: "Well, Wang Zi is also a mother's child."

Wang Tsai returned to hold the summer, and even touched her hair with fat claws.

The mother and the son were very tired for a while, went back to Song Tingshen’s office, and whispered on the sofa. Under the repeated reminders of the summer, Wang Zi’s voice was getting smaller and smaller. He seemed to realize that Dad was at work. Talking loudly will bother him.

When Song Ting was busy, it was already around 540. He packed up the desktop, turned off the computer, and picked up the car keys and walked over to the sofa. "I am busy, set off before the traffic jam."

Wang Zi took a hand in the summer, holding Song Tingshen in one hand, sandwiched between the couple, jumping out of the office, Song, like other companies, was off work at 6 pm, the employees saw Song Ting deep out They are busy making busy calls, either by answering the phone or by tapping the keyboard with all their heart and trying to create an atmosphere in which they are always busy.

"What are you looking at?" Song Ting saw that he was constantly looking at the employee area, and he asked.

Xia Xia sent out a happy feeling. "I feel that it seems that I have been working for the rest of my life."

Song Tingshen listened to her mention of going to work, and she couldn’t detect the angle of the mouth. In her life, the last time she went to work was at the Song’s current stage.

Xia Xia thought that he had to work hard every day before going through the work. What was the mood at that time? Just like the paragraph on Weibo, watching the luxury cars such as Lamborghini Porsche on the road, I wanted to rush to the front. Go to the window, scream loudly, come and pack me, sand sculpture!

"Did you not say that you want to find a job some time ago? How is the progress?" Song Tingshen asked.

Xia Xia shook his head. "I still want to teach English outside, and then learn to bake it... I will learn if I want to do something, or I will always stay at home."

Song Tingshen would like to say that you have not stayed at home for four years and still stayed well?

"My suggestion is that you don't have to go to other companies to go to work." Song Tingshen tried to make a few euphemisms. "Because you have four years of empty window period, you have not gone to work in these four years, and you have no hard work experience. In the employer, you have been derailed from society for several years. They will weigh whether you can adapt to the fast pace of the workplace. Therefore, if you are looking for a job, you may start from the grassroots level. I think you Not necessarily accustomed."

Xia Xia: "..."

Fine, he is telling the truth.

"You continue to say."

Song Ting saw that there was no anger in the summer, and then he continued to say: "Of course, as long as you can eat hard, everything starts from the beginning, and it is not a problem to make some achievements in your work at your current age."

However, if she is a person who can suffer, she will not choose to give him a set.

In this case, Song Ting did not say anything because of his desire for survival. Everyone knows it well.

"If you are interested in making desserts, you can open a shop as your boss in the future." Song Ting deepened. "If you really want to do something, I suggest that you be your own boss, you can open a company or a shop." The premise is that you have to understand the line, otherwise it is easy to be fooled."

The eyes of Li Xia were bright, and then they were lost. "What if I lose money."

I always feel that people like her are really not suitable for business.

Song Tingshen seems to be teased by her words, and there is obviously a smile in her eyes. "No one can guarantee that he can make a profit without losing money. If you are interested, try it."

There is such a big talk, and Xia Xia is not afraid. Anyway, if she has money now, she will be happy and nod. "That would I think about it."

In fact, she dreamed of opening a store herself, but she didn’t think about it at every age. Sometimes she wanted to bloom, sometimes she wanted to open a tea shop, and sometimes she wanted to open a bookstore...

"If there is a need for me, you only have to open your mouth." Song Tingshen said.

Wang Chai, who is rarely a background board, said quickly: "There is a need for my local mother, you just say, I have a lucky money!"

"Do you have a lucky money?" The attention of Xia Xia was immediately attracted, and he began to routinely chubby. "How much? Where?"

Wang Zi swayed the hand of Song Ting Shen proudly. "Dad, do I have a lucky money? You tell my mother how much I have."

Song Ting coughed a few times and said to Xia Xia: "When he was one year old, I opened a card for him. There are father-in-law and some red packets from my friends. I just mentioned it once. I didn't expect him to actually still remember."

It seems that this kid has always been very concerned and sensitive to his own belongings.

Wang Tsai said very generously: "Dad, my money is for my mother, I don't need it anyway."

Xixia accepted it unceremoniously. "You remember what you said today. If you grow up, crying and crying, let me pay back, I will not pay back even a dime."

***

There are children in the room, Song Ting Shen naturally does not book a romantic French restaurant, he booked a private kitchen restaurant, good reputation, but this restaurant is a high-end route, money may not be able to immediately eat, need to be very early Long-term appointments are also limited to receive guests every day.

When I got out of the car, I didn't forget to carry the paper bag. After waiting for the waiter to walk into the box, she took out the six-inch cake made in the afternoon from the paper bag.

"The time is a bit rushed, plus my current level is limited, I can't make a very delicate cake." Xia Xia saw Song Ting deep, "Happy birthday."

Song Ting is very surprised, and there are obviously some doubts about how Xia Xia knows that today is his birthday.

Wang Zi does not know, it must not be what he said, and few people around him know that there are not many people who know, and they all set up their own businesses. It is estimated that they don’t remember, and they have no intersection with Xia Xia. Where did you know from Xiaxia?

"When I was packing things up, I accidentally turned over the marriage certificate, and there was the date of birth." Xia Xia explained, "I haven’t prepared any gifts for you. I think you should be no shortage, you can only prepare this. A cake."

Song Ting was silent for a moment and said: "Thank you, I like it very much."

Wang Tsai is happy to have a cake to eat. Just sit down and rush to cut the cake. He glanced at him in summer. "You just didn't hear it. Today is Dad's birthday. You didn't have a gift for Dad?"

"...I don't know." Wang Zi was very calm and accused, "Mom, you are, I have not told me."

Xia Xiaxiao looked at him. "Then you know it now. Is it not a point?"

Wang Zi thought for a moment, "Then I will sing a song for my dad!"

I ordered the candles, and Xia Xia deliberately turned off the lights in the box. The **** had not sat down yet, and I heard that Wang Zi opened the birthday song loudly.

In fact, his five-tones are a bit unbalanced, but the sounds of soft and squeaky children's voices are very cute even if they are out of tune. The summer applause is very popular. Sometimes you need to give your child some encouragement. If he doesn't, he will be a superstar. It.

Song Tingshen’s eyes were soft. He looked at his lovely son, and then he looked inadvertently and looked at his son’s sweet smile. His mouth rose slightly.

A family of three divided the cake to eat, Xia Xia today is Song Ting deep birthday, decided to break the ring once, to know that she did not dare to eat even the staple food during this time dinner, but fortunately her cake is not big, three After the individual has eaten, there are still some left, just like the appetite to eat.

There are children, plus Song Ting often does not drink much, just let the restaurant juice.

"Wang Tsai, come, raise the cup, we wish my father a happy birthday." Xia Xia picked up the cup, Wang Zi immediately learned.

Song Tingshen had to pick up the cup next to his hand, and the three glasses collided together, making a crisp sound.

In fact, for a man in his thirties, birthday is not important at all. When young and energetic, he will also have a few friends to eat and drink to celebrate. In recent years, everyone has been busy and has no time to make up. Together, in the first two years, Wang Zi was too small, he could not bring it out, so this day is no special with normal days.

I don’t know what happened this year. There is actually a family of three who come out to eat the meal.

He didn't want to tell Xia Xia, just like the last time in Pizza Hut, it was just a meal, and he didn't intend to add any name here.

I didn't expect her to know, and she didn't expect her to prepare a birthday cake.

Song Tingshen now has only two thoughts in his mind. One is that someone helps to celebrate the birthday, which seems to be pretty good. Second, the cake just now is better than ever.

"Thank you." Song Ting looked at Xia, and said very seriously.