"Madame......"

Zhang's mother saw someone coming from the living room and reminded her carefully.

But Wang Meiyi was talking about Xingtou, and finally had a reason to vent, so how could she easily shut up:

"That kid can be chosen by our Zhen family as an adopted son, that's his blessing, Lao Zhen and I are his adoptive parents, he should thank us, right?

Mom Zhang, tell me, how can an adopted son compete with the biological son of his adoptive parents for family property?

Lao Zhen and I had a child a few years later, but it is not the turn of an adopted son to be powerful in my family, right?

We can give him food, give him a place to live, and take him out of that place in the welfare home, which is already a great kindness, right?

In turn, I am fighting with our Ah Jing for the company and the family property, and I am not dead yet! He is so arrogant, I really don't dare to die too early, this little conscienceless person can't eat our Ah Jing alive......"

Zhang's mother had already seen the face of the person who came, and she didn't dare to persuade her, so she could only stand silently on the side.

Wang Meiyi's eyes were still staring at her mobile phone, chattering, listening to this mother's movement, she still didn't give up:

"You're right, aren't you? You say! ”

A deep voice answered:

"Xiaomei, how many times have I said it, telling you not to say this kind of thing when Zhen Shi is at home, you don't remember, don't you?"

Wang Meiyi suddenly raised her head and saw Zhen Qiming's gloomy expression.

She hurriedly stuffed her mobile phone into the crack of the sofa and stood up in a panic: "Old, husband, didn't you say that you won't come back until eight o'clock tonight, it's only four o'clock......"

Zhen Qiming took off his coat and handed it to Zhang's mother:

"This is my home, I can go back when I want, and I have to report to you again and again?"

Zhang's mother took her coat and trotted all the way out of the living room.

This is a place of right and wrong for her as a servant, and it is not suitable to stay for a long time, and it is better to have less involvement in the family affairs of the employer's family.

Zhen Qiming sat on the main seat in the living room, silent.

Wang Meiyi knew that what she said just now was indeed excessive, and it touched the man's scales, so she didn't even dare to sit for a while, and she didn't even dare to pant loudly when she was standing.

Zhang's mother had already made the tea that Zhen Qiming drank most often.

The man took a sip, put down the teacup, and said lightly:

"Xiaomei, we have been married for thirty years, Zhen Jing's child is not easy to come by, it means a lot to you, I know. Zhen Jing is also my child, and I love my children no less than you.

However, the adoption of Zhen was also a decision made together after you and I discussed it together.

Twenty years ago, he was a child. Because of our wishes and decisions, it changed the course of his life.

Twenty years later, he is still a kid to me.

Thinking about it seriously, Zhen Shi has lived in our house for more than a year longer than Zhen Jing.

I was no different from my own son, I thought that way, both emotionally and intellectually.

And you, after Zhen Jing was born, hated Zhen Shi.

Everyone has their own likes and dislikes, which I can understand.

However, there is no reason for us to send the child back or abandon it when we decide to adopt it.

You just have a dog, and you can't do that to him.

That's what people without conscience do.

Got it? Mei. ”

Wang Meiyi stood aside anxiously and whispered:

"Got it, husband. Don't be angry. ”

When Zhen Qiming said those words just now, she was always afraid that she would suddenly become angry when he said it.

It's not unprecedented.

The two did not quarrel over Zhen Shi's matter once or twice.

However, today Zhen Qiming was unusually calm, just using a very ordinary tone to ask Wang Meiyi to stop speaking in front of Zhen Shi.

This came as a surprise to her.

Zhen Qiming opened his lips, and was about to say something when a tall figure flashed on the stairs.

Zhen Shi walked up to Zhen Qiming and said hello:

"Dad."

I didn't talk to Wang Meiyi this time, and I didn't look at her.

Zhen Qiming's throat moved, and he replied in a deep voice:

"Zhen Shi, why didn't you go home to see your father for so long? Is the group so busy? No matter how busy you are, you can always have dinner when you go home a week, right? Your brother comes home every week. ”

Zhen Shi glanced at Wang Meiyi at this moment, paused, and said lightly:

"Got it, Dad. I'm going to try to go home once a week. ”

Zhen Qiming said happily:

"That's right, and besides, ask your brother when you get home, you two better come back for dinner together."

Zhen Shi didn't make a sound, just nodded silently.

Zhang's mother was preparing at the door of the living room, waiting for a long time, and finally caught an appropriate time, flashed and said to a few people inside:

"Sir, madam, young master, the meal is ready."

Zhen Qiming waved his hand:

"Let's go, let's eat."

Wang Meiyi raised her hand to stop and said, "Ah Jing hasn't come back yet." ”

Zhen Qiming got up and walked to the restaurant without looking back:

"It's not that you don't know that kid has never been on time, he said what time he would go home, he never arrived on time, let alone early, so he didn't have to wait for him."

Wang Meiyi muttered: "Obviously, you went home early by yourself, and you haven't waited for anyone yet." ”

After that, he glared at Zhen Shi nonchalantly.

Zhen Shi didn't see it, followed his adoptive parents, and silently came to the restaurant.

The restaurant has long been set up for a birthday atmosphere.

Zhen Qiming likes Chinese classical style, and the restaurant is also temporarily arranged as a birthday party scene with a bit of ancient style, as soon as he enters the restaurant, he seems to be amazed, looking at those grand and elegant decorations, his expression is also happy.

Wang Meiyi looked at the man's expression, and thought that this could be regarded as guessing her husband's mind, so she said obediently:

"Husband, I arranged these things myself, do you like it?"

"Xiaomei, you have a heart."

He sighed emotionally and patted the back of his wife's hand.

"Husband, everything about you is the most important thing to me, just like it."

"Come on, sit down and eat."

The couple sat down one after another, and Zhen Shi was silent from beginning to end.

When both of his adoptive parents had sat down, he sat down in two positions.

Zhang's mother beckoned the aunts who were cooking at home to bring up all the appetizers one after another, introducing the dishes one by one.

Wang Meiyi found the right time and raised her glass enthusiastically:

"Husband, I wish you a happy fifty-fifth birthday!"

Zhen Shi also raised his glass silently, and so far, he has not said a word.

But Zhen Qiming was looking at him expectantly, hoping that he could also say a blessing speech.

Zhen Shi cleared his throat:

"Dad, I wish you a happy birthday, as blessed as the East China Sea, and longevity than Nanshan."

Zhen Qiming laughed and responded:

"Good!"

Wang Meiyi glared at Zhen Shi again, put down the wine glass, and said coquettishly:

"Husband, I want to eat that sugar water grape over there, you can help me bring it over."

Zhen Qiming seemed to be in a good mood, and joked back:

"I'm a birthday star today, how can you call a birthday star like this."

After speaking, he raised his eyes and looked at Zhen Shi, "Hey, Zhen Shi, that dish is closer to you, you can help your mother clip it." ”