Chapter 217 Blind Date (Part ) Seeing his mother being so exaggerated, Chen Zhu didn't know how to comment. Finally, Mao Xiaoqin picked out a long purple woolen skirt, which was perfect for this season, but too formal, making her look like the mother-in-law attending her son's wedding. This situation continued, so that the next morning, when Chen wanted to sleep in, he was woken up at around 9 o'clock. "I don't need breakfast." Chen said, rubbing his eyes. "I'm not calling you to eat." Mao Xiaoqin pouted and said, "I told you to get up and take a shower, so you can go meet people fresh and clean." "Do you need to take a shower specially?" Chen smiled bitterly and shook his head. Could it be that in his mother's eyes, this was really just a blind date?

But Chen had a good temper. He didn't want to argue with his mother over trivial matters at home, so he heated a cup of milk in the microwave and ate two pieces of bread. He then actually took his clothes and went to take a shower. After everything was packed, I heard my parents discussing what gifts to bring in the living room. At this kind of family gathering with friends, people usually bring something. When I had dinner with Zhao Yuanyuan's parents in the past, Mr. and Mrs. Chen would also bring a box of tea or cakes or something. "Just take whatever you want." Compared with Mao Xiaoqin's enthusiasm, Chen Peisong seemed very calm, although he was also urged to shave his beard. "How come you don't care at all? This is a big deal!" Mao Xiaoqin was rummaging through boxes and drawers looking for a gift while complaining about her husband. Chen Peisong sighed: "Chen Zhe is only a freshman, you can't let him get married right after graduation." "That's best!" Mao Xiaoqin said disapprovingly: "Children from well-off families now get married early and live a happier life. After young people have experienced setbacks in society, they have a lot of thorns in their hearts and feel dissatisfied in every way." "Ouch!" Chen Zhu thought that Empress Dowager Mao was also very knowledgeable about the marriage and love psychology of young people. In fact, in places like hospitals, especially tertiary hospitals with thousands of people, gossip is much more serious than within the system and in companies. Almost every day there are news about marriage, divorce, infidelity and domestic violence. However, Chen Peisong is still relatively Buddhist. It’s not that he doesn’t care about his son, but he feels that his “daughter-in-law” has better choices. Finally, Mao Xiaoqin found a bag of home-grown rice from Heyuan and dried fish from Wanlv Lake from the storage room at home. These were sent by her grandparents and uncle. Chen Zhe only took a glance and knew that his mother was still very powerful. There are many ways to give gifts. Just take today's example. Given Song Zuoming's status, he must have been tired of receiving tea, supplements, cigarettes, alcohol, etc. If Mao Xiaoqin had mentioned these things, Song Zuoming would most likely have said "You are so polite" and taken them enthusiastically, but he might not have taken them seriously at all. But Mao Xiaoqin brought these things that can't be bought outside - they are all natural handmade by her grandparents. Song Zuoming should be able to feel the thoughtfulness alone.

There is another meaning. These are things sent by my family. I am giving them to you now, and I hope to be a family with you. If Chen Zhuo had not been reborn, he would definitely not understand his mother's true intentions. In fact, Chen Zhuo was also puzzled after his rebirth: My parents are both smart people, so why did I get married so late? Later, when he reflected on his thoughts countless times before going to bed, Chen slowly remembered that Old Chen and Empress Dowager Mao had done their best in introducing potential partners, but he was simply not cooperative back then. "I'll get it." Thinking of this, Chen Zhuo felt a little guilty. He walked over and took the initiative to help his mother carry the rice bag downstairs. "Then be careful." Mao Xiaoqin glanced at her husband with great pride, as if to say, "See, even our introverted son has taken the initiative." Chen Peisong was worried and silent. As far as he knew, didn't his son like the little girl from Sichuan and Chongqing more? ...The place for lunch is "Bingsheng Mansion", a Michelin restaurant that mainly serves light Cantonese cuisine. Song Zuoming had already booked a seat in advance. After Chen's family of three entered the box, Song Zuoming and his family had not come over yet. This was because Empress Dowager Mao was too anxious and worried about being late. Mao Xiaoqin’s thinking was very clear. She had a son, so she had to be humble in the early stages. Besides, Weiwei is such a good girl that even from the perspective of a "mother-in-law", there is nothing wrong with her. The three of them drank tea for a while, and not long after, there was a creaky sound of the door being pushed open, and the tall, handsome and successful Song Zuoming walked in in a dashing manner. The floor manager who had been guiding the group in front was a middle-aged woman in her 40s, and her eyes were almost popping out at Song Zuoming. "The type of man that middle-aged and elderly rural women like most." Chen was feeling emotional in his heart, but on the surface he politely followed his parents in standing up to greet them. Song Shiwei followed behind her father. She was wearing a white hooded sweatshirt. If you didn't pay attention, it would be difficult to notice the "Dior" logo on the chest. The stone-ground blue jeans made her long legs look straight and slender. Her hair was combed into a half-high ponytail, and on her white wrist was the Cartier blue balloon. Her outfit today looked more youthful than when she was at school. Her face was no longer cold and aloof, and although she still didn't talk much, her features were soft, her skin was fair, and her eyes, under her long, curved eyelashes, were clear and bright with a rare warmth. "Weiwei is here." Mao Xiaoqin really liked Song Shiwei, so she immediately walked over and reached out to hold her hand. Song Shiwei's eyes moved and she glanced at Chen Zhe, and found that he was smiling without saying a word. Although she was a little uncomfortable, she still let Mao Xiaoqin lead her to sit down. A flash of surprise passed across Song Zuoming's face. He knew his daughter's personality very well. "Because I'm in love with Chen Zhuo, even his mother can accept it?" After Song Zuoming returned to Guangzhou, he actually chatted with his daughter for a while. He heard from his wife that his daughter was in love with Chen Zhe, and that his daughter didn't even want to go to Peking University or Tsinghua University because of this brat. Lu Man also speculated that Chen Zhe was with Song Shiwei because of his family background... As for these words, because Song Zuoming had met Chen Zhuo before, he felt that they were slanders made by his wife in anger.

Sure enough, later in the casual chat between father and daughter, Song Shiwei denied the claim that Chen Zhuo contacted her because he was not going to Peking University or Tsinghua University. She also shook her head indifferently as to the claim that Chen Zhuo contacted her because of her family background. However, regarding the news of her relationship with Chen Zhuo. Song Shiwei hesitated for a while but did not deny it. As soon as Song Zuoming saw this reaction, he knew that his daughter really liked Chen Zhe! Of course Song Zuoming is not a pervert. He would not ask for details. He just wanted to confirm that this happened. Now, looking at his daughter and Mao Xiaoqin holding hands intimately, Song Zuoming, who thought he had adjusted his mentality well, still felt jealous. It’s like the girl you raised in your hands now belongs to someone else’s family. However, Song Zuomin had experienced a lot of ups and downs, so he was very strong mentally. He smiled and handed over the gift box in his hand and said, "When I was at a meeting in the capital a while ago, a friend gave me Changbai Mountain snow ginseng and a thermos cup." "Thermos cup?" Chen Zhuo suddenly raised his head. "Correct." Song Zuomin looked at Chen and said with a smile, "Weiwei said this morning that you didn't have a usable thermos cup at school, so I found one to give to you." "what……" Chen Zhuo suddenly didn't know what to say. He couldn't help but remember that when he was in the library, he wanted to drink water from Song Shiwei's thermos cup. But that was just a joke, Song Shiwei wouldn't take it seriously, right? Besides, I don’t need it now! ······ (End of this chapter)