“…… You don't live with me, go live with a little white face? "The tail notes of Comrade Song's grievances are all split.

Song Yi glanced at Old Comrade Song a little strangely, and felt that he was afraid that it was not Shi Lezhi.

"Zhao Huaiming is not a little white face, not to mention that we are already engaged."

"When you get engaged, you have to live together?"

Comrade Lao Song thought to himself that it was a big joke in the world, and he didn't care about the fact that his family's good cabbage was arched by a pig, and the pig actually kicked his nose in the face and wanted to steal the cabbage directly home?

Isn't it too much!

His little cabbage is only twenty years old this year!

It's a great time!

"Is there anything wrong with living together after getting engaged?"

"The wrong place is bigger," Comrade Song snorted coldly, "Our father and daughter haven't lived together well for so many years, before you got married, Dad wanted to live with you for a period of time and cultivate a good relationship, is this wrong?" ”

"Theoretically, no," Song Yi thought the sweet and sour tenderloin was quite delicious, and gave himself another chopstick, "but it always sounds weird." ”

"What's wrong? What's weird! The old father wants to live with his baby daughter, which is obviously human nature! ”

Seeing that Comrade Song was about to start gushing his point of view, Song Yi, who didn't want to have a passionate dialectical discussion with him in the cafeteria, directly sandwiched a piece of chicken and stuffed it into his father's mouth.

"Okay, then you can move in with us for a while."

Comrade Lao Song was stunned by his daughter's operation.

Then he felt a sense of crisis that had no source.

His little cabbage hasn't gotten married yet, it's already like this, if he gets married......

Song Yi didn't understand her father's brain.

There are not too many reasons for not wanting to live with her father, and it is not because she likes Zhao Huaiming more than her old father - well, in fact, there is a little, but the proportion is not large, and the main reason is that she thinks that place is a "home".

She is more attached to "home".

What's more, the old father is not about to die violently, plus they are in the same school every day, and they don't see anyone who looks down, so why must they live closer together.

In fact, Song Yi also has selfish intentions.

Her old father was really a little annoying, and he was very worried, and she felt that if the old father was so babbling, she would probably be annoyed to death.

"Old Song, what are you discussing with Song Yi, so excited." Teacher Xue couldn't help but be curious, and sat next to Comrade Song with his meal.

"The child is too old to live with me." Comrade Lao Song was extremely aggrieved.

Song Yi felt that her father might have been lying down for two years and lying stupid.

"I said you could move in with us."

After receiving the reply, Comrade Lao Song looked at Teacher Xue.

Teacher Xue tasted Song Yi's answer, and then felt sympathy for Comrade Song.

The water spilled by the married daughter, Comrade Song, you mourn.

"Yiyi, you are more important in your studies now, and it is more convenient to live on campus." Comrade Lao Song still didn't give up, "Xiao Zhao, he is a well-spoken person, if you think it's not good, Dad will come and tell him." ”

Song Yi remembered the agreement she had made with Zhao Huaiming before, and then looked at the old father who had made up his mind to live with her, and felt that there was actually a way to do both.

"Dad, Huaiming bought a house very close to the school, I went to see it, it's very convenient to go to and from school, and the house is big, you can just move over and live together."

Teacher Xue, who was just about to help Comrade Song persuade Song Yi, swallowed all the words that came to his mouth after hearing this.

Ms. Xue: ...... Excuse me, farewell.