Zhou Qin hung up the phone happily.

As soon as I looked up, I saw their old Song, who was standing quietly by the door, and I don't know how long I had been there.

She squinted her eyes and said in disgust: "You are a thief, and you don't make a sound at all." ”

Song Bingkun put away the deep thinking on his face and showed a sincere smile at the right time.

"Isn't this listening to you talking to Ah Yu, for fear of disturbing your mother and daughter, what did she say, I couldn't close your smile when I saw you."

Zhou Qin didn't plan to leak a drop of water, and when he wanted to explain, he heard footsteps outside the corridor from far and near, and saw Ji Hong, who was in the same office, walking in with his hips twisted.

When she saw that both husband and wife were there, she smiled and quipped:

"Oops~ Look at the wrong time for me to disturb the factory director and his wife to talk privately, right?"

said so, but there was not much sincerity on his face, and his eyes were not honest, just like a searchlight, dripping around Song Bingkun.

This man is a man with a bad mind, and he likes to say things that are not taboo.

Zhou Qin didn't treat her very well, and immediately put away the joy on her face.

Neither salty nor light:

"If our husband and wife have any private things that they can't go home to say, they are naturally talking about business in the factory, so don't ask if you shouldn't know."

One of these two people is the factory director and the other is an accountant, and there are really a lot of things to be contacted at work.

Ji Hong heard this, and raised her hand to clamp the broken hair on her sideburns behind her ears.

glanced at Song Bingkun without a trace, and deliberately twisted his plump body.

Although she is in her forties, she is bewitching and well-dressed.

At first glance, it can be regarded as a charm.

"That's me saying the wrong thing, Sister Zhou, don't mind, you continue."

Having said that, I don't know if she deliberately responded to people or if there was something really wrong, so she turned around and sat down at her workstation and didn't leave.

Zhou Qin only felt disappointed, and gave her a big roll of the eyes on her back.

Everything is done if everything is secret, and it is not appropriate to publicize the eyebrows on the daughter's side, so it is better to be cautious.

She subconsciously looked at Song Bingkun, although this man has shortcomings, he is also a serious person.

Walked up to him, lowered his voice and said:

"After work, you go buy some braised vegetables, I picked up my son and went back to fry a few side dishes, and let's drink some wine in the evening."

Obviously, this is a happy event in the family, Song Bingkun was relieved and nodded without hesitation.

"You help me grab a few more flavors of Chinese medicine by the way, my body is a little uncomfortable, I have to regulate my body by myself."

As soon as he heard that he was going to tinker with Chinese medicine, Zhou Qin frowned in disgust.

"If you are sick, you will go to the hospital for examination, can you take the medicine blindly?"

Song Bingkun's old god is here, and he is serious:

"You don't understand, or our ancestors' prescription is the most effective, that Western medicine will operate at every turn, and the medicines used are antibiotics, and after a long time, the harm is great, or Chinese medicine ······"

Zhou Qin's good mood was suddenly greatly reduced, and his face was full of impatience.

"Okay, okay, you hurry up and give me the medicine list, go back and let me go to the corridor to decoct the medicine, if you get a smell of Chinese medicine at home, see how I teach you!"

Song Bingkun has long been accustomed to her stinky temper and is not angry at all.

Ma took out the note that had already been written from the pocket of his tunic suit.

He went to a meeting in the morning, dressed a little more formally.

Zhou Qin took the note, didn't look at him, turned around and went back to continue to be busy.

Song Bingkun didn't care, he came over to repair the kettle for her wife, and everyone was busy.

As the wife of the factory director, Zhou Qin still has a little privilege.

Take care of the matter at hand, and it doesn't hurt to leave early once in a while.

In order to buy all the traditional Chinese medicine, I went to several more pharmacies, and I almost couldn't pick up my son from school.

In this era, there are many children, and they are not delicate, and they all go to and from school by themselves.

The textile factory school is not far from their home, and the youngest son, Song Congchun, has always gone to and from school by himself, so he doesn't have to worry about his parents at all.

At first glance, Song Congchun was a little surprised when he saw his mother pushing a bicycle and standing outside the school gate.

reacted, and the teenage boy ran to Zhou Qin quickly.

Lao Song has no shortage of sons, and he doesn't care much about his younger son on the surface, but Zhou Qin hurts his son to the heart.

Although she also loves her daughter, the traditional concept in her bones still feels that her son is her dependence for the rest of her life.

At this point, Lao Song is going to be behind.

As soon as his son arrived, Zhou Qin immediately took out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat.

"Look at what you're buried, you have to pay attention to hygiene when playing with your classmates."

Song Congchun grinned, his immature and handsome face was as bright as a spring flower.

Probably because of her mother's outstanding appearance, she gave birth to all the children she had.

Song Congchun looked down at the stains on his clothes, and couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.

"Mom, I really didn't pay attention, next time it's not like this, where is this bicycle?"

Their family conditions are not bad compared with the people in the streets and alleys, and their parents usually have a special shuttle bus to pick them up from work.

There is a bicycle at home, but it is for Song Meiting to ride to work.

She teaches in a small village in the countryside, and there is no direct bus, so she has to ride her own bicycle.

Zhou Qin motioned for his son to get into the car, waited for him to sit down, and explained while pedaling the car.

"The car was borrowed from a colleague in the factory, and your father asked me to buy the bitter soup of Naraushzi, and I can break my leg if I don't ride a bike."

Lao Song's preferences in recent years are indeed indescribable.

Song Congchun is clear about family affairs, and it is not a bad habit to be left and right, and it is harmless.

"In addition to work, my dad has such a hobby, let's bear with it."

The words of his son and little adult made Zhou Qin laugh out loud.

"It's all connived by you, if he is really seriously ill and he doesn't want to go to the hospital, I'll see what you do."

Song Congchun thought about it very much, and said that day when he got to that day, anyway, he was not in a hurry now.

The wind was blowing slowly, and he was shaking his legs in the back seat of the car, very happy.

"Mom, when will my sister come back?"

After all, they are compatriots of the same mother, and Song Congchun and Zhong Yu have a better relationship.

Although he is also the son of the old Song family, the brothers and sisters with the same surname are still guarding against him, as if he will take away all the family property.

Only Zhong Yu is truly loved by his younger brother, and he will inevitably worry a little more.

Zhou Qin is happy to see a pair of children and music, and the two sisters and brothers help each other, this is the long-term way.

As for the stepchildren, what can they expect if they can't read well and rely on their families to eat their old books?

She wished they were far away from his son, if Lao Song was willing, she would have separated a long time ago.

Zhou Qin didn't want the unpromising brother and sister to affect her mood, so she happily shared with her son:

"Your sister is coming back soon, she is over training, and she will start working soon."

Song Congchun admires his sister the most, with a face of honor.

"My sister is going to stay in the capital hospital, but unfortunately we won't be able to see each other often, and I guess I won't be able to stay for a few days when I come back this time."

Zhou Qin hurriedly shook his head, "I won't leave when I come back this time." ”

Song Congchun was startled, his body was crooked, and the bicycle twisted with it, so he almost didn't fall.

"Is it the capital's big hospital that doesn't want my sister?"

Zhou Qin said angrily:

"How old are you, I'm shocked at a little thing, and I haven't finished my sentence yet.

Your sister wants to enter Nanshan Hospital affiliated to Fuda University, the same tertiary hospital, no worse than the Capital Hospital, and she can stay with our mother, how good it is. ”

Song Congchun was also happy when he heard it.

"This is really a good thing, but I heard from my classmates that the threshold of Nanshan Hospital is very high, can my sister be sure that it can be done?"

Zhou Qin looked calm.

"Your sister just called me today, she is sure that this can be done, but it is not a sure thing yet, we have to cover it first."

After all, the situation in their family is complicated, and some people are not successful enough, but they can't keep their bad intentions.

Although Song Congchun is young, he is also a human sperm, and his eldest brother may not be as powerful as him at this time.

"Mom, I still have to wait for my sister to talk about this to the outside world, and my dad won't be able to show it at all."

Lao Song doesn't seem to care about the affairs of his family, but he actually has an account in his heart.

He has his own rules of conduct, and although he doesn't talk much, he can't ignore it.

Zhou Qin had already thought about it.

"Don't worry, just hide half of what you say, let's not tell the truth, who knows."

Song Congchun nodded in agreement, more is better than less.

When the two of them arrived home, the others had not returned.

Zhou Qin asked her son to go back to the room to read his homework, and she went into the kitchen to cook with her hands and feet.

Their house is not big, but it has a separate kitchen and bathroom, which is better than many people's homes.

A large family eats, and if you don't do enough, it's not enough to eat, and Zhou Qin has to work hard.

She did things neatly, and when the meal was served, the father and son also returned.

Song Botao was still wearing the staff uniform of the bloody stabbing in the meat factory, and walked into the house with two taels of meat in his hand.

Smelling the aroma of food, I subconsciously looked at the dining table first.

Seeing that there were braised pig's trotters and wine on the table, his face immediately pulled down.

"Dad, are you picking up money? How expensive is the braised pig's trotters, buying one is enough for our family to eat for half a month, if you really want to eat, I can buy it back in our factory and let Aunt Qin stew. ”

Zhou Qin just took the dishes and chopsticks out, put them on the table, and said with a smile:

"I'm not the old mother of your Song family, I'll come to arrange a job for me when I open my mouth, I live on you two?"

Lao Song was wiping his face with the towel in the washbasin, and said nonchalantly:

"The four of us get a salary, and this pig's trotter is not unaffordable, so why do you need to care about this."

Song Botao threw the meat into the basket and blushed unhappily.

"If our family is really rich, don't patronize the bad practice of eating and drinking, we should buy a house as soon as possible, I have to get married and start a family sooner or later, how can this big family live?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Meiting happened to enter the house.

She was also unhappy, patting the dust on her trouser leg in disgust as she walked.

"Dad, when are you going to transfer me back? I've had enough of that backwooded place. ”

Old Song frowned unhappily.

"You two are not worrying, like debt collectors, and you don't let people eat in peace?"

Song Congchun watched the excitement for a long time, and as soon as he received a fucking look, he immediately opened his mouth to play a round.

"Dad, I'm growing up, I'm starving to death, can't you eat?"

Lao Song didn't really want to get angry, he sat down at the table and waved his hand indifferently.

"Eat first, those messy things won't be solved in a while."

Song Botao was unhappy, and just as he was about to speak, his sleeve was pulled by Song Meiting.

glanced at my sister, and was reluctant, but in the end she still held her breath and stopped.

Song Meiting saw that he stopped, so she went to wash her hands, and then walked to Zhou Qin's left side and sat down.

Looking at the unusually rich dishes on the table, he asked with a smile:

"Aunt Qin, is there any happy event for our family to celebrate today?"

When the eldest girl asked, Lao Song remembered what happened in the morning.

Turning his head to look at Zhou Qin, his eyes were full of inquiry.