Maybe it's not that she has changed, but that she has always been like this? It's just that he didn't see it at that time? Thinking about this, Song Ruizhe knocked on Song's father's bedroom door.

Song's mother kicked Song's father: "It must be your son coming, you go and open the door!"

She now feels that her son's face looks extremely bad, and when she thinks of He Miaomiao, Song's mother's heart hurts angrily. She doesn't require He Miaomiao to be as good as Tang Peijun, purely because He Miaomiao's careful thinking is really not on the stage.

Father Song smiled bitterly and went down to open the door, and when he saw Song Ruizhe at the door, Father Song took a step: "Come in, we also happen to have something to talk to you about." ”

Mother Song sat cross-legged on the big bed, looking at her son, who was silent after coming in, she stroked her forehead tiredly: "If you have anything to say, just say it, don't be so angry and can't get on the table." ”

Mother Song's personality is more hearty and generous, and she likes to go straight to everything she does. Seeing her son look so speechless now, her heart was uncomfortable.

"I just wanted to discuss with you, can you mention Peijun's name less at home in the future? Now she has nothing to do with us, and it doesn't feel good to always mention her. ”

Mother Song immediately understood, she pinched her fingers: "Yes, I have also discussed with your father, and I will try not to mention Peijun at home in the future, but this is not something that can be solved by escaping, as far as I know, since you have been together, Junjun has not contacted you again, right?

"Yes, we haven't been in touch since the college entrance examination. It's not that I'm obsessed with Peijun's existence, I think that after all, the elders have mentioned the engagement before, and it will inevitably be a little embarrassing to mention her now. ”

Song Ruizhe's face was a little flustered, but for the sake of An He Miaomiao's heart, he still said this.

"Okay, we see what you mean, we won't talk about it in the future. Father Song finally said something, and when he saw his son turn around and go out, Father Song said again: "We won't mention it, but it's hard to guarantee that no outsiders will mention it in the future." ”

"In the future, Junjun will always get better and better, you can stop our mouths, but outsiders' mouths can't be blocked. I don't think Junjun has that meaning to you, so I won't talk about her in the future, so as not to cause her any trouble. ”

"Get out of here and appease your girlfriend. Song's mother waved her hand, and her son became less and less like him when he fell in love.

Seeing Song Ruizhe go out, Song's mother lay on her back on the big bed: "What do you say is all this? I can't accept the strength of Junjun, but I want us to regress. ”

"Okay, you don't have to say a word, that kid is a thoughtful person, and it's more wrong to say more. ”

"I'm just complaining a few words in front of you, what do you think I said at night?" Mother Song hammered Father Song with a fist, if she couldn't say anything in front of Father Song, then she would really be suffocated to death.

Son, this is the girlfriend he is looking for, this is looking for a little ancestor to come back!

Coming out of his parents' room, Song Ruizhe felt uncomfortable. As a child, he should be filial to his parents, but now he asks his parents to take a step back, and he feels depressed when he thinks of this.

But when he saw He Miaomiao standing by the kitchen, he comforted himself again, it doesn't matter, if his parents' temporary concession can relieve He Miaomiao's psychological pressure, it will be worth it.

Jiang Chan didn't know what happened to the Song family at the door, she went into the study after eating Tang's mother's love dinner. She has to stay in this world for a longer time, because the original owner wants to wait until Song Ruizhe gets married and has children before coming back.

She wanted to be a bystander to see if Song Ruizhe and He Miaomiao would continue to walk without her. Jiang Chan couldn't understand her thoughts, but she was still happy to stay here for a few more years.

It's a very interesting world, and she's learning a lot of new things by studying behind the professor. Let her go back in a while, she is really a little reluctant.

If you decide to stay here for a few more years, you can't afford to waste it. Today, the company's main products are the first-generation nanny robot and the second-generation bodyguard robot.

The product is inevitably a bit single, and Jiang Chan wondered if he would make something else? Not to mention anything else, it would be better if it could be more homely and more convenient for everyone's life.

It's just that I want to do something for a while, and I don't seem to have a clue. I was thinking about it, and suddenly I heard a whining sound from the community downstairs, followed by the owner's voice: "Erha, slow down, I'm about to lose ......."

Jiang Chan looked at it, and a energetic Erha was running wildly on the road in the community, and a young man was running behind him and was out of breath. I can't let go of the leash in my hand, and I don't know where to run as soon as I let go.

Jiang Chan's gaze circled the slippery Erha, Erha is a natural king of family demolition, ordinary people rarely choose Erha, and they can't afford the consequences of Erha's house demolition.

Moreover, Erha is also a large dog, and middle-aged and elderly people rarely choose such a large pet. First of all, the physical strength of the elderly cannot keep up, and it is difficult to control such a big dog.

It would be nice to have a product that pets could use, so that they could let off steam. Jiang Chan stared at the Erha several times, pondering in his mind.

Tang's mother came in with a bowl of sugar water: "What are you looking at? This Erha has been a star in the community recently, but it has been noisy, and he has to come out for a run every morning and evening, and it is very lively." ”

"Really, I think it's pretty energetic. Jiang Chan stared at Erha intently, and he still recalled Erha's habits in his mind.

"You want to have a pet? Actually, it's not impossible. Tang's mother leaned on the table: "You are not at home, the house seems to be much empty, if there is a pet at home, it will be more lively." ”

"Then get a pet? It's not that our family can't afford to raise it, it's best to get a dog and let Dad take it out for a walk, so that he doesn't have to sit there all day and night after eating." ”

"Your dad likes to be quiet the most, and it is estimated that he is a hundred unhappy to let him go out to walk the dog. If you had a dog, what kind of pet dog would you like to have?"

Tang's mother was enthusiastic and explored with Jiang Chan what type of dog is better.

"I don't like pet dogs," Jiang Chan frowned: "I like the local dogs in the countryside in the past, they can take care of the home, unlike pet dogs, people beckoned and left." ”