How did you get Liu Hedong out? Holding a sign and pulling a banner and running to the police station to shout? Digging a hole in the ground and dragging him out of the detention room? Bribing the police to bail him out through the back door? One is more unreliable than the other!

Song Qian's head was a little big. After all, there are some things that can't be done with money. That's why businessmen must be paired with officials, because only the combination of power and money can run rampant.

But the reality is that Song Qian has no power at all, and he has no connections, and even the money is only 200,000 yuan a day, which cannot be accumulated.

Thinking so, no matter how much Wang Ke kept feeding on the phone, Song Qian didn't have the heart to listen to anything anymore, so he hung up the phone depressedly. Because he also thought of a more tragic thing: because of the mistake of scattering money, he also carried a penalty that was not lifted, if the God of Wealth agency contract was terminated, this penalty would automatically disappear It's okay, in case of misfortune, the contract is terminated, this punishment is still there, then, there is no daily amount of wealth for themselves, want to revive the man's majesty, it should be said that it is almost impossible!

Is this forcing yourself to rob a prison?!

"It's time to eat!"

Just when Song Qian was depressed and indignant, the sound of Cao Ning shouting for food came from the restaurant. Then Song Qian and his mother followed: "Song Qian, come over and eat." ”

Because of something on his mind, Song Qian pushed open the glass door from the balcony to the living room, and walked to the living room with heavy steps.

"Brother, have you eaten?" Song Mei saw that Song Qian looked like she was about to cry and couldn't cry.

"Meizi!" Mother Song couldn't wait to knock a chopstick on Song Mei's head, what about this meal, what kind of,.

"Mom, look at my brother like that, not to mention eating, it's like swallowing bitter gourd. Song Mei was still open-mouthed. And the most important thing is that she is very unhappy, looking at the prospective sister-in-law who has impeccable appearance, figure, and temperament, she feels that her status is about to fail. What's even more rebellious is that such a woman can actually cook!

But at this moment, Song Qian's mother and Cao Ning also discovered Song Qian's bitter gourd face.

"What, there's trouble at work?" asked Song Qian's mother tentatively.

"I didn't ...... It's nothing. ”

"Let's eat first, no matter how big the matter, you can't skip eating. Cao Ning said while serving rice to Song Qian's bowl, like an old husband and wife who have been married for many years.

"Yes, yes, eat first. Song Qian's mother also hurriedly picked up the conversation.

And just like that, the four of them gathered around the table and began to eat. It's just that Song Qian is still drooping his head and sullen, so that the atmosphere is a little strange.

During this period, Cao Ning gave Song Qian several looks, signaling him to say something first, after all, it was his mother and little sister.

Although it is said that "food is not spoken", the habit of Chinese people is still to reflect family affection at the dinner table. Therefore, talking about the events of the day during the meal and chatting about family routines are all manifestations of mutual closeness. has been silent, I guess everyone will have indigestion.

But he couldn't focus on his eyes several times, and Song Qian was almost bored with his head pulling the rice, which embarrassed Cao Ning, a character who was originally only involved in acting.

"Auntie, you can stay in Lingcheng for a few more days this time, and let Song Qian take you everywhere to play. ”

In the end, Cao Ning was the first to speak to break the silence at the dinner table. As he spoke, he looked sideways at Song Qian again, only to find that he was still keeping his head down.

"Okay, good!" As soon as Song Mei heard that there was some play, she immediately threw away her jealousy of her sister-in-law, and looked forward to it, "Is there such a duty-free shop, everything is so cheap." ”

"There are duty-free shops, but the things are not cheap, in fact, there are many shops, and the things are affordable and good. ”

"Yes, I heard that bib pants are particularly popular this year, and in the store in our hometown, they are dirty and ugly, and they look like pregnant women, and they have no sense of fashion at all. ”

"I'll take you to pick, at your age, wearing bib pants is really suitable, young and beautiful. ”

"Yes, I think I'll be a good fit!"

"And with the apple makeup that is now trending. ”

"Am I suitable for apples? I don't have dimples. Song Mei said, poking her cheek in disappointment, staring at Cao Ning's dimples with envy.

"Dimples can be made up with makeup, don't you know?"

"I don't know, I want dimples in my dreams. ”

"Then I'll take you to buy it, and I'll get you a pair tomorrow. ”

"Yes, yes!"

……

Here, Song Mei and Cao Ning soon talked about the topics that girls liked, and they were about to catch up with their heads next to each other, over there, Song Qian still buried his head in the bowl and pulled the rice, and Song Qian's mother also kept looking at her son, feeling a little blocked in her heart.

"Ahem!"

Song Qian's mother deliberately pretended to choke on the soup and coughed.

"Auntie, you slow down. Cao Ning hurriedly reacted and immediately pulled out two tissues and handed them over.

Song Qian's mother took the tissue, still coughing violently.

After a while, Song Qian raised his head buried in the bowl, looked at his mother in a daze, and said, "Mom, are you choking?"

"I'm almost choking to death!" Song Qian's mother was so white-eyed, with a gun and a stick in her words.

"Mom, what's wrong with you, why are you so angry?" Song Qian only realized that something was wrong at this time, his mother was really tiger-faced.

"You said you, Xiaocao is cooking so hard, it's good for you, you can eat it with a bowl, and you don't even put a fart. ”

"Is it really good to fart at dinner?" Song Qian tugged at the corners of his mouth, trying to change the topic.

"Don't change the subject for me!"

It's really a knowing son, Mo Ruomu!

Seeing this, Cao Ning had no choice but to come out again to play a round game: "Auntie, Song Qian is usually fine, helps me cook, and also takes the initiative to wash the dishes, maybe there are a lot of things today and I am tired." ”

"Uh-huh!" Song Qian nodded repeatedly.

"Smack!"

Song's mother knocked on Song Qian's head with chopsticks.

"Uh! Mom, you hit me with chopsticks again, I'm so old......" Song Qian rubbed his head and raised his eyes to look at Cao Ning, with an embarrassed expression.

This kind of being hit on the head with chopsticks by my mother is already very embarrassing when I am a teenager, not to mention that I am now twenty-five, and I am still in front of outsiders.

Although Song Qian felt very embarrassed, his mother was very proud, and after the fight, she looked at Cao Ning, and said as if she had passed on her experience: "Xiao Cao, if Song Qian looks like this in the future, you will fight like this, you know?"

Belch!

Cao Ning was a little sweaty.

Song Qian was even more depressed: "How can a mother teach outsiders how to beat her son." ”

"How is Xiao Cao an outsider?" Song Qian and his mother looked like they were protecting themselves, and then took out a delicate wooden box from the cloth bag beside him.

This box was bought for 39 yuan from the Jubao Zhai at the gate of the train station, and it contained a jade bracelet passed on to his mother by Song Qian's grandmother.

"Xiao Cao, this is for you. ”