It's really not easy for my father, the family business is so big, it's not like I can let go if I want to. And his younger brother Song Qinming, who is still young, is not interested in this matter, and he doesn't know whether this is a good thing or a bad thing.

Thinking about it, his eyes habitually narrowed into a line, making it impossible to see what he was looking at.

He recalled something about the relationship between their brother and his father, and felt that the past was so romantic, like yesterday, but a little far away for him.

His brother is in high school, it is an embarrassing age that is a little rebellious and in the middle of being sensible and ignorant, remembering that he returned to China a while ago, he happened to pass by near the school, and accidentally saw his younger brother drinking milk tea outside the school.

There was still some envy for a while.

Although Song Yinkang and Song Qinming are not much older than each other, they have also grown up together along the way, and Song Yinkang knows his younger brother's character and dreams as well as his own pocket.

He didn't really want Song Qinming to be like him, doing a one-piece job, and he needed to be skillful, forget his poems and distances, and become a working machine.

But the family is really too busy, and Song Yinkang is indeed very conflicted on this issue.

He thought to himself that he was also coming back from the airport this time, passing by the company, so he had the opportunity to see his father and just take him home. 's mother was quiet, but she was afraid of disturbing her by reading and activities at night, so Song Qinming moved out by herself.

Although the younger brother is not obedient and has his own ideas, he will inevitably be a little worried as a family member. And Song Yinkang thought in his heart that for Song Qinming, his mother was often alone in the huge family, and he didn't know if it was too cold.

The snoring continued, and the car stopped.

Song Yinkang got out of the car first, and then instructed the driver: "Da Song is tired, let him rest more in the car." I went to say hello to my mom first and asked her to help my dad put the bath water away, which smelled worse than mine. I was reluctant to install a shower room in the company, and I kept slamming the door. ”

He paused and looked at the driver: "Please go again in the evening to pick up my brother." Then stay and have a light meal together. ”

After taking out the phone and calling Song Qinming, he walked back into the house.

Halfway through the call, I heard the other end of the phone call: "I'm sorry, the phone you dialed is busy, please call again later." And there was no movement.

Song Yinkang smiled when he heard this: "This." I don't know what I'm up to. ”

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At about three o'clock in the afternoon, Xie Linyan came to pick up Chi Shuang.

My cousin carried several colorful bags in her hand.

"What's in there?" Xie Linyan welcomed her into the car and asked curiously.

As far as he knew, this cousin had never been a scrimson spender. Everything in the Xu family is taken care of by a special person, and she rarely goes out to buy things by herself.

When I left the Xu family, I brought some clothes, which were definitely not in front of me.

So, it should have been bought in the past two days, maybe after meeting him yesterday?

Well? For grandpa.

"It's all medicinal food bags, na, it's like a tea bag and it's good for the body." After Chi Shuang finished explaining, he raised his eyebrows and snorted coldly: "I didn't buy it specially, I just bought a little from a friend before." ”

Is this a point? There are five big boxes!

Xie Linyan wondered how she could hold so many things with such a body.

"Don't be grandpa, at your age, I think you should make some drinks." After the girl finished this, she slipped into the car with a puff of smoke. The action was so fast that it seemed as if Xie Linyan was going to hit her in the next second.

Xie Linyan got a mouthful of old blood stuck in his throat: up, up, up...... Old?

He's only twenty-seven years old! Is it okay for a man to be at a good age?