Song Jiahui accompanied Chen Yumei to watch TV in the living room, but she was absent-minded.

Last night, Song Jianghai promised to help her get Gu Jingtong and let Gu Jingtong get out of Jinghai City, she was very much looking forward to it, hoping that Song Jianghai would bring her back good news.

looked at the wall clock on the wall, it was almost ten o'clock, Song Jianghai hadn't come back yet, Song Jiahui was a little impatient, and couldn't help complaining: "Why hasn't Dad come back yet, it's ten o'clock!" ”

Chen Yumei was still watching the TV and said with a smile: "Your father has been going out with me for a few months, I don't know how many things have been backlogged in the company, I will definitely have to work overtime tonight, and I won't come back so early." ”

"Mom, I always think that my dad is unreliable, so you should help me clean up Gu Jingtong's little slut!" Song Jiahui knew that her mother was better than her father since she was a child, and the family company was left to her mother by her grandfather.

Although Song Jianghai is not rich, it is almost the same, except for her following his surname Song, everything else, he is like a son-in-law, conscientiously managing the company, serving his wife and children obediently, the economic power of the family, and the control of the company are all in the hands of Chen Yumei.

Chen Yumei frowned, and finally moved her eyes from the TV to her daughter: "Jiahui, you don't think about this all day long, right?" ”

Song Jiahui pursed her lips: "Otherwise? I don't want to think about this, what else can I think? Rong Ruize was so fascinated by that little slut that his soul was gone, what if I didn't hurry up? ”

Chen Yumei was so angry that she stretched out her finger and tapped her forehead hard: "Look at your unpromising appearance, like my Chen Yumei's daughter?" If a woman chases a man, she will be looked down upon by him, and will she still have status when she marries in the future? ”

Song Jiahui pursed her lips and sneered: "Come on, don't preach, do you think everyone is like my dad who lifts your shoes every day?" If Rong Ruize is like this, I can't look down on him! ”

"You kid, why don't you know what's wrong? A woman must marry a man who loves herself and loves herself, otherwise you will be wronged in the future! ”

"Okay, okay, don't say it, I'm annoyed!" Song Jiahui was so angry that she stood up and walked upstairs.

There was a sound of a car coming in from outside the gate, Song Jiahui stopped, turned around and walked to the door: "Dad must be back!" ”

Chen Yumei shook her head helplessly and continued to watch TV.

The living room door opened, and Song Jianghai walked in, followed by a strong smell of wine.

Song Jiahui hurriedly covered her nose and took a few steps back: "Dad, why are you drinking, you stink to death!" ”

Song Jianghai's face was flushed, and his steps were a little unsteady, and he looked like he had drunk too much.

He glanced at Song Jiahui, and then at Chen Yumei, who was sitting on the sofa without even glancing at the corner of his eyes, a trace of anger flashed in his eyes, and he lowered his head and walked upstairs.

"Hey, Dad, why are you in such a hurry to leave? Didn't you hear me talking to you? Song Jiahui was a little strange.

In the past, my father would occasionally drink at a party, but he rarely got drunk, and even if he came back with two more drinks, he would first explain to his mother before he dared to go back to the room.

Song Jianghai still ignored her and continued to walk upstairs.

"Stop!" Chen Yumei, who had not spoken, suddenly spoke, and although her voice was not loud, it was very shocking.

Song Jianghai paused and stopped.

Chen Yumei said again: "Come here, tell me well, what's wrong?" ”

Song Jianghai turned around, staggered to Chen Yumei, held his forehead and frowned, "Wife, I drank a few more drinks today and have a headache." ”

Chen Yumei smiled: "Oh, it turns out that you are drunk, then you can't ignore your daughter, she has been waiting for you all night." ”

Song Jianghai turned his head to look at Song Jiahui and looked apologetic: "Jiahui, I'm sorry, my father is too busy today and I don't have time to ......"

"No wonder you ignored me just now, it turned out that you didn't have the face to see me! Mom, I said he was unreliable, so you should help me! Song Jiahui glared at Song Jianghai, walked up to Chen Yumei and dragged her arm to be coquettish.

Chen Yumei said angrily: "Okay, didn't your father say that he was busy today?" He'll help you when you turn around, won't he, Old Song? ”

Song Jianghai hurriedly nodded: "Yes, I will definitely go tomorrow." ”

With that, he turned and walked upstairs.

The moment he turned around, the humble smile on his face was gone, replaced by a gloomy one.