After being marked by the boss of scum’s ex-wife

But Cheng Mu quickly became relieved.-Lai Cheng Lang's hand was already placed on her box, and she carried the box. Secondly, all of her three pieces were all solid bags, calm. Woolen cloth!

Who is Zhu Sui? The leaders of Cheng Lang and Song Zhen, if the superiors are polite, how can they take it seriously!

Zhu Sui was polite and wanted to help people carry things. That meant, it was just right to take Father Song's suitcase. It was not heavy, and everyone was able to get along in the face.

Thinking about this, Cheng Mu was not polite and raised her head—seeing Song Zhen with his hands empty, he opened his mouth and hurriedly said, "Xiao Song, come and help me take it..."

Zhu Sui raised his eyebrows with interest.

But before he finished speaking, Cheng Lang interrupted him, "Mom, give it to me, I'll come."

In a blink of an eye, the bag that Cheng Mu had just handed out was dropped on the suitcase and dragged away.

Cheng Mu was stunned, then curled his lips after recovering.

Yes, just take care of it, let me help you get something, young man, how can it be so expensive?

Because of Zhu Sui, this complaint was hard to say, and he held back.

Yes-Song Zhen tolerated Cheng's mother when she was family, but now she doesn't. As long as she doesn't yell in front of her, she doesn't bother to bother. Standing next to Song's father, Song Zhen whispered about his plan to come this time.

On the other hand, Cheng Lang looked at Zhu Sui, his head was as big as a bucket, and thought about how to tell Cheng Mu that Zhu Sui didn’t know about the marriage relationship between her and Song Zhen, so don’t wait for Cheng Mu—voice I called them broken, and left here again. After letting Father Song know, then it really doesn't matter to everyone.

It didn't take long for Lang to have a headache. Unexpectedly, Zhu Sui spoke first.

Zhu Sui said with emotion that Song's father and Cheng's mother were actually teachers in the middle school of their home.

Father Song replied with a smile: "It's true, but we are not just a school teacher, but also a neighbor in the neighborhood. After so many years, we are quite destined."

Cheng Mu also echoed-sentence.

Zhu Sui smiled and turned his head to look at Song Zhen and Cheng Lang-eyes, those eyes were smiling, they seemed very happy at first glance, and they were getting closer, but Song Zhen read a bit of teasing and urgency from them.

"Then Teacher Song and Dr. Cheng were childhood sweethearts and grew up since they were young?"

Speaking of this, Cheng's mother remembered that Cheng Lang and Song Zhen had fallen in love because of this, and they should be flustered, and their tone was a little bit shameless, "Yes, they are childhood sweethearts, or because of— Since I grew up, how..."

Cheng Lang cried out badly in his heart, and was about to drag Cheng's mother to interrupt, but Zhu Sui was faster than her. Zhu Sui was pulling the box in front and rushing to say, "It's really true. I think this kind of relationship will It's starting now!"

This is thought-provoking, Cheng Mu's throat choked, Song's father frowned.

Zhu Sui turned his back to everyone, as if he had found nothing, and continued, "But Dr. Cheng and Teacher Song are both single. It seems that childhood sweethearts are too knowledgeable and may not be able to achieve it."

If the former sentence only has that meaning, this sentence is really clear.

Cheng Mu looked at Cheng Lang, Cheng Lang Xiaoxiao shook his head, and said "don't know" to Cheng Mu with his lips.

Father Song's reaction would be much more unhappy. Looking at Song Zhen, Song Zhen also shook his head, but he was not eager to explain. He held Song's father over the topic and said, "Dad, didn't you just say that this year's class month? After the exam, the average score is ranked first among all classes in the whole year. In the follow-up, are there any awards or other awards..."

Cheng's mother's mood is contrary to Song's father.

After getting the answer from the confusion, I calmed down, and even after I figured out the logic, I still felt that it was not a bad thing.

Both families knew that Cheng Lang and Song Zhen were married in a hurry.

But what everyone didn't know was that Cheng Lang didn't inform his family until he had finished pulling out the certificate. At that time, Cheng Mu was a little unacceptable.

How should I put it, their family Cheng Lang has split into an Alpha anyway, even when they are in love, now Z reagent is so good, how can I say that they are all senior intellectuals, and they are still a major in the country. When the Z reagent comes out, the blessing is still to come!

Although Song Zhen also participated in the whole project, as long as Cheng's mother thought that Song Zhen was a Beta, she would always feel choked up in her heart.

Not to mention that Cheng Lang is so good. Among the children of their school teachers, there are also a few juniors who split into Alpha and Omega. The children of Teacher Zhang in the Eastern District split into omega, married into a family of the Fifth Military Region, and did a translation. The officer’s wife, the whole family is from the army, that’s terrible...

The kid is looking for a good one, not to mention her.

Let’s just say that the other one that splits into Alpha is just a b-level Alpha. It’s just like that in the past two years in the military. It’s not that I married an omega. Although the target family is not a famous family, their children are all three years old this year. That's it!

On the other hand, Cheng Lang has the highest level and the highest personal achievement. As a result, he married a Beta?

Still the Beta daughter of the same school teacher, this...

Cheng Mu always feels that their family has suffered a loss! And it's a big loss!

And this feeling is deepening year by year.

At first, Cheng's mother might have thought that Song Zhen had climbed their home. The most angry point was that Cheng Lang secretly got married and didn't discuss with her. This was not the case.

Recently, as Cheng Lang’s appearance on TV and in the media has increased, and the recognition he has received has become larger and larger, Cheng’s feelings have changed, and she has become that even if Song Zhen is excellent, she is not worthy. Go to their home Cheng Lang.

Of course, these careful thoughts are disgraceful, a bit of a dislike for the poor and the rich, and Cheng Mu will not say it clearly.

But in private, when getting along with Song Zhen, she became more and more critical. She always felt that the daughter-in-law was no good anywhere, but she couldn't help but feel helpless.

When I came, I heard Cheng Lang said that Song Zhen's affiliated laboratory was merged into the Glandular Department. She and Song Zhen were working together, and Cheng's mother was still a little worried.

Worry, in a place where senior intellectuals like the academy gather, and there are many members of the family, everyone knows that Cheng Lang's object is a B, and he looks down on Cheng Lang.

Now, when Cheng Lang said that their marriage hadn't been made public, Cheng's mother was relieved.

But after breathing a sigh of relief, Mrs. Cheng thought again that when he went abroad, he said that the banquet was to be re-organized after returning to China. The young couple would not want to re-organize the banquet in Beijing again, right?

Cheng's mother smacked. There are no relatives in Beijing. Otherwise, let Cheng Lang and the others go back to Jiangcheng to do it. There is no need to be so inspiring. Jiangcheng's relatives and friends know it. Isn't it right? Know...

Her little thoughts can only be thought of by herself, so Cheng Mu was extremely quiet on the way, and Cheng Lang couldn't help but look at her several times, thinking that the tired old lady on the plane had changed sex!

On the other hand, Zhu Sui took Song's father, talking and laughing, and found the car. Song Zhen came in her car. When he left, it was logical to take Song's father into her car.

Cheng Mu reacted after getting into Cheng Lang's car, "Why are they—a car?"

Cheng Lang had no intention of concealing Cheng's mother. He told about Song Zhen’s recent achievements. It was justified, and Zhu Sui, the leader, had no reason to embarrass Song Zhen...Of course, the private relationship, Zhu Sui’s thoughts, Cheng Lang knew it was. …

On the other hand, Song Zhen and Song Father both sat in the back row, Song Father was a little embarrassed, "You said you, don’t you have a car at home, you...cough,-if someone drives a car, why not let Zhuke? Long pick-up, isn’t this bothersome..."

"Uncle Song, it's not troublesome. My pick-up is related to the recent affairs of Corey, don't you know... Just a few days ago... Today, the talents left the research institute. Teacher Song and Dr. Cheng have been working for many days. It's night, especially Teacher Song, otherwise you will take a look, those dark circles..."

Zhu Sui's words are relaxed, except for the parts that have hidden the three districts, probably the process is in progress. Father Song is shocked, holding Song Zhen for a long time, and nodding, "Yes, the mentality is not very good."

Song Zhen was said plainly and waved his hand, "How can I be so tired, it's been two days, besides, I was full of sleep yesterday."

Without waiting for Zhu Sui to add anything, Father Song understands Song Zhen and doesn’t believe it at all. "Come on, don’t think I don’t know. You and your mother are just like you and your mother at work. You can’t sleep without data. Stubborn, such a big thing here, as for a five-month pregnant woman, I don't believe you can sleep lately!"

Song Zhen's mouth was flat after being trained, and Zhu Sui was surprised to see Song Zhen for the first time from the rearview mirror.

But Zhu Sui has always been a very good person with a sense of proportion. After Song's father gave a few words, he felt that it was similar. Zhu Sui brought the topic to the military merits and talked to Song's father about the reaction of the dean and the deputy dean. The words were not correct. After that, I said that the dean got angry in a hurry, and I said that the vice yard has recently lost a lot of hair visible to the naked eye. The words and sentences are very humorous and amused.

Father Song and Zhu Sui were chatting, and people a generation away could still chat together.

Song Zhen was amazed.

After talking about Mrs. Brown, Father Song looked at Song Zhen and felt a little regretful, "I should tell you before I come here. If I knew something like this, I wouldn't bother you..."

Thinking of something, he sighed again, "I still saw that she was too anxious, I was taken... hey, it didn't increase the burden on my children..."

Naturally, she was referring to Cheng Mu, but Song Zhen and Zhu Sui understood if they didn't speak thoroughly.

Song Zhen smiled, "It's okay, don't you just booked the hotel because you came here suddenly? This will take you to the hotel-just a job, why should I trouble you~"

Booking the hotel, Song Zhen—you know that it was her father’s idea. If Cheng Mu’s personality is used, she would definitely decide to live in their home, and to live in their home tonight... They don’t have a home, then it’s not perfunctory. NS…

I booked a hotel, at least Song Zhen can think about it tonight-think, tomorrow...

"Hey, Dad, how's your heart check up recently? Did the doctor say anything?"

Suddenly asked by Song Zhen, Father Song paused, "Just, just like that!"

Father Song will not lie, he looks betrayed-cut.

Song Zhen was stunned, and immediately opened the box on the side of the lost foot and entered the password directly. Before Song's father hadn't even reacted, Song Zhen found all the medicine in the mezzanine, which was more than what she was familiar with. -bottle.

Father Song couldn't help it, his eyes floated, "It's okay, it's okay, so what? I am getting older and my blood pressure is up. The doctor has prescribed an extra bottle of antihypertensive medicine!"

Father Song's voice became smaller and smaller, "Isn't I afraid that you are worried? I didn't tell you, the doctor's advice is not like that. Take care to exercise, don't get emotional...the ears are all calluses..."

The confidence is getting weaker.

Song Zhen pursed his lips, read the new medicine, and confirmed that it was really an antihypertensive medicine. He breathed a sigh of relief and put the medicine back, but he felt complicated and said, "Although it's a trivial matter, you have to tell me. !"

Father Song bluffed, "I'm telling you why, you're not a doctor, I just follow the doctor's advice and take the medicine well..."

Father Song still wanted to mutter a few words, but he was immediately stared at by Song Zhen with an expression of "I listen to you", and then swallowed the words quietly. It was indeed that he was ignorant.

On the way to the hotel, Zhu Sui was in the driving seat looking through the mirror. Two different things made the father and daughter quickly change their identities. They trained each other again, which was quite interesting.

It can be seen that Song Zhen and Song's father have a good relationship.

When they arrived at the hotel, they checked in for the two elders. Zhu Sui found that the elderly had reserved preferential rooms to save money. They didn't even have a window, so they were upgraded to suites directly at the front desk.

He led the people upstairs and sent Father Song. Father Song was surprised that the hotel’s welfare was so good. Zhu Sui didn’t say that he had spent more money. Instead, he followed Song’s father—to agree with the conscience of the merchants and coax Father Song very well. Song Zhen looked at what she was talking about, and felt that if he hadn't watched Zhu Sui's Kasheng Suite with his own eyes, he would have been fooled.

When she was about to leave, Cheng Mu unexpectedly stopped Zhu Sui.

Zhu Sui looked back.

Cheng's mother said that since Zhu Sui came to pick them up, it would be the Dragon Boat Festival tomorrow, and would like to invite Zhu Sui to have a meal.

Mother Cheng's original intention was to trouble Cheng Lang's superiors to pick up people. Since they are all leaders and have a good relationship, they should ask the leaders to have a meal, otherwise it seems that Cheng Lang can't do anything.

But she hadn't discussed it with Cheng Lang either, she thought it was almost the same, so she said it out.

Cheng Lang and Song Zhen felt suffocated after listening.

Zhu Sui's long eyebrows raised, but he couldn't see the embarrassment at all, "That's okay."

After a pause, he suggested in a very "thoughtful" way, "Then since everyone knows, will Uncle Song come too?"

"Come, come, come!" Cheng Mu said quickly,-personally arranged everyone.

Zhu Sui tilted his head, smiling Song Zhen's head hurts, "Then dare to love it!"

When the words fell, Cheng Lang also had a big head like a fight.

After parting ways and returning home, Song Zhen—he didn't even think about how to open this mouth on the way.

It's all in the underground parking lot, but Zhu Sui can't see it, so Song Zhen can say anything.

Song Zhen couldn't do it awkwardly, "Then what, Cheng Lang's mother's suggestion, you, you...are you really going?"

"just go."

Zhu Sui stopped the car and didn't know whether it was true or not. He smiled and said, "My sister wanted to talk about the divorce with Cheng Lang in the car today?"

Song Zhenyu was late and didn't refute.

Zhu Sui was like a roundworm in her belly. She broke her mind and said: "But seeing Uncle Song's blood pressure is high, hesitated again, right?"

Song Zhen lowered his eyes and sighed.

Nothing can escape Zhu Sui's eyes.

Zhu Sui: "Then since I didn't say it, if I don't go, you will always have to eat a meal. Four people get along. With the character of Dr. Cheng and her mother... Isn't it even more embarrassing?"

Song Zhen: "..."

"Of course, my main consideration is not this."

Song Zhen watched Zhu Sui stretch out his hand to help his stiff body push off the seat belt, raised his head and smiled slyly, and said softly, "I do, I don't like outsiders pointing fingers at my family."

After the words "people in the family" came out, Song Zhen realized that his face was a little hot.

When I returned home, all the festive atmosphere was gone.

After Zhu Sui finished washing, he was afraid that Song Zhen would be burdened. After thinking about it, he went to Song Zhen's room and wanted to explain a few more words.

Zhu Sui also noticed this thing, Song Zhen-I was afraid that Song's father would not be able to stand the excitement if he suddenly said it.

Come again, I'm just afraid of her-if you don't tell me, I'm not happy.

Zhu Sui could actually understand, but it was too late to have any emotions. Just seeing Song Zhen's dilemma, he stopped everything.

After all, this marriage is an exchange between each other.

Marriage that is not based on emotional foundation, Zhu Sui knows in his heart, it cannot be demanded by secular conventions.

Besides, doesn't her family also know it?

Although Song Zhen mentioned hidden marriage, since neither side knew it, to a certain extent, Zhu Sui felt that he did not have this qualification requirement either.

In this way, while wiping his wet hair with a towel, he walked to Song Zhen's door. The door was not closed. Zhu Sui walked in and saw another scene.

"Dad, I want to tell you something...emmm, will it be too formal?"

"Dad, actually, Cheng Lang and I have already left...Aren't they too direct again?"

"Dad, I want to tell you something. It's like this. Don't get excited when you hear it. It's between us adults...it's too long. The more you talk about it, the bigger things get..."

Song Zhen—I'm sitting on the small sofa, rehearsing and confessing!

—Personally muttering, don’t be too cute.

Song Zhen tried several kinds of beginnings, but they didn't think it would work. Crazy rua—putting his hair up and leaning his head on the sofa, the whole person was not very good...

Just leaning back, Zhu Sui appeared upside down in her vision, leaning against her door with arms folded, smiling on her face, and she didn’t know how long she stood...

Wait, Zhu Sui...

Bamboo years!

Song Zhen was anxious to sit upright and almost didn't slide down. Zhu Sui was funny: "Sister, slow down, I didn't see much."

After thinking about it, Zhu Sui said frankly: "I saw the three sentences in the rehearsal, and the previous ones are gone."

Song Zhen: "..."

Boom—

God knows she said three words!

Ah ah ah, shame, shame!

Song Zhen gave up resistance, put the pillow on his face, and refused to communicate.

Zhu Sui approached, took away the pillow, and laughed.

Laughing Song Zhen closed his eyes very calmly-he is dead and has something to burn paper!

Zhu Sui propped his hands on the back of the sofa, leaned down, looked at Song Zhen, his voice also made a smile, and he just said, "If you really don't know what to say, please don't say it for now, sister."

Saying that Song Zhen is not sleepy.

Down—Sit up straight, "Are you serious?"

Zhu Sui nodded.

Song Zhen bit his lower lip with his upper teeth and hesitated, "But, would it be bad for you?"

"Um?"

"That's right, Cheng Lang and I have nothing to do with each other.-If you don't tell me, don't you feel uncomfortable?"

"Yes." Zhu Sui was calm, but before Song Zhen was disappointed, she said again, "But it is more uncomfortable than this. I still have a normal view of right and wrong. Uncle's health is obviously more important than my little emotions. "

Song Zhen looked straight at Zhu Sui.

Zhu Sui didn't avoid it, even looked directly at Song Zhen, slowly, but solemnly said: "If you really don't know how to say it, and you can't predict Song's reaction, I personally think that it is better not to say it than to say it rashly. "

Song Zhenchang exhaled, his shoulders collapsed.

Not knowing whether it was relief or helplessness, after a long while, he muttered, "You are always so good."

Zhu Sui who said this really laughed, "Why do I listen to your tone as if I am wrong?"

Song Zhen raised his eyes and hung them down very quickly, his slender eyelashes patted like butterfly wings, "It's not that you are wrong."

The voice became even lower, "Yes, it's me who contrasts it, it's not right."

When the age is too long, the bamboo years must be followed in life, and when big events are encountered, the bamboo years must be wronged first.

She appeared to be particularly incompetent, and she was particularly uncomfortable with Zhu Sui.

Song Zhen's voice was soft and lying close, Zhu Sui keenly discovered that Song Zhen had also washed, and she had the scent of shampoo for people in the bathroom. It was a soft fruit smell, which matched Song Zhen very well.

The silk pajamas are thin and soft, the lines on the shoulder blades are smooth, and there are no traces of shoulder straps.

Zhu Sui's gaze slipped further, Song Zhen's white collarbone was distinct, embedded under the neck, undulating to outline the lines of the pavilion, and the tail end was not in the pajamas, extending the shape of thin and round shoulders.

Zhu Sui moved aside—two steps, put his hand on Song Zhen’s shoulder, squeezed it down, the heat of his palm penetrated to the skin, and confirmed that under the pajamas is really smooth, no straps obstructed.

Zhu Sui bowed her head, from behind the sofa, leaned over from behind Song Zhen again, staring at each other. Their eyes were no more than palms apart. She could see the small mole around Song Zhen's eyes, which was on the inner side of the eyes. Easily ignored.

Song Zhen could also see the firmness of Zhu Sui's eyes.

"It's not that I'm wrong?" Zhu Sui's voice was low, very soft, like coaxing.

Song Zhen shook his head, "I am not good."

"So, does my sister feel owed to me?"

Zhu Sui was close again, and her wet hair swept across Song Zhen’s neck. The slightly itchy sensation made Song Zhen tremble. After all, he responded to Zhu Sui's words—sound, and buried his head lower. .

"Actually, besides telling Uncle Song, I think there is another way to make me feel better..."

Song Zhen looked up.

Bumping into Zhu Sui's long eyes nearby, the firmness in his eyes quietly disappeared sometime and became very heavy. The pupils seemed to be covered with two swaths of ink, and the face of the ink reflected Song Zhen's face.

"My sister said, we must understand each other well."

Zhusui opened his lips, and the plump lips opened and closed, "I don't need to be sorry for myself. Compared with these, maybe..."

Zhu Suixian did not know when he unbuttoned Song Zhen's collar, his lips pressed against Song Zhen's ear, and he said, "Sister, how about... coax me?"

A wet post on Song Zhen’s cheeks, Song Zhen was icy—a jealous, "Wh, how..."

Breathing with moist heat, got into the ear canal, deceptively saying, "Just like you asked me last time, that's fine."