Chapter 220 I'll pick you up! "Did Chen buy it?" Lu Man suddenly put down the pineapple bun in her hand, but she didn't vomit or spit out in an exaggerated manner, as that was a scene in a TV drama. In reality, Lu Man just frowned and waited for her husband's explanation. Song Zuomin wiped his wet hair and sat on the sofa and said, "Not only this pineapple bun, but also the lunch bill was bought by Chen Zhuo..." So Song Zuomin briefly explained what happened during the meal and commented: "If I were his age, I would definitely not be able to do those things." "It's just for fame and reputation." Lu Man said disdainfully: "Only those who pursue fame and fortune would do all these things in detail." "Your tinted glasses are too heavy." Song Zuomin explained patiently at first: "Chen's parents are the deputy director of Luhu Subdistrict Office and the doctor of the Municipal People's Hospital. They are both very well-spoken. It is impossible for such a family to raise a Phoenix boy." "The director of the subdistrict office and the doctor?"

Lu Man was quite disdainful: "Do you believe everything they say? Have you ever seen their work ID..." "are you crazy!" Song Zuoming forced himself to hold back from saying anything more unpleasant. He said that he had to check people's work credentials when entertaining them. Believe it or not, Chen Peisong and Mao Xiaoqin didn't even eat and just turned around and left. "Some scammers are so skilled nowadays that they can even forge ID cards." Lu Man continued to insist. Song Zuoming had another urge to leave home and go to the office. He had been in the ups and downs outside for so many years, so couldn't he tell whether he was a liar or not? The wife's words not only humiliated the Chen family, but also seemed to be a bit disdainful of her own intelligence. I don’t know why my wife has become like this. Where is the considerate and gentle Xiao Lu before we got married? "Luhu Subdistrict Office and the First Municipal Hospital both have public telephone numbers. If you don't believe me, go check it out for yourself." Song Zuomin suppressed his anger and said, "And you said that Chen Zhuo was close to Wei Wei because of our family background, but I took the initiative to help Chen Zhuo get to know the director of the TV station, but he refused." Song Zuomin stood up after he finished speaking and said unhappily, "Without investigation, you have no right to speak. I suggest you put aside your prejudice and learn more before speaking!" Seeing her husband leave as soon as he sat down, Lu Man was suddenly left alone in the huge living room, and she felt a little regretful. My husband is away from home only once in a long time. Is there anything we can't discuss calmly? Why do we always start with sarcasm and ridicule, as if torturing the other person will make us feel better. But is it really comfortable? It’s like every time after I scold my daughter, I always think that I must speak nicely next time, but the next time I find that she doesn’t do what I want, my emotions explode uncontrollably. "I feel like I'm alone in this family..." Lu Man felt somewhat disheartened. But while I was feeling frustrated and sad, another indignant thought arose in my mind: How long has my husband been away from home? Isn't it me who takes care of everything in and out of this house? What qualifications do you have to lecture me as soon as you come back?

From a mother's perspective, I feel that Chen Zhe is not worthy of my daughter. Is that not acceptable? Also, you went to have dinner with Chen's family and left me alone at home. Have you ever thought that this is also an insult to me? Lu Man had forgotten that she was the one who had clearly stated early on that she would not attend the banquet, and now she was blaming others. What is the biggest cause of family friction? Some family members can never see their own mistakes clearly, or they always think that other people’s mistakes are bigger than their own! As she was thinking, Lu Man slammed the coffee table and shouted with a cold face, "Auntie!" A nanny at home quickly ran out of the kitchen, wiped the water droplets on her hands and asked, "Professor Lu, what do you need?" "Take this..." Lu Man pointed at the pineapple bun on the coffee table and said, "Put it away... Forget it, just throw it away!" Looking at the half of the fresh pineapple bun left, the nanny knew it would be a waste to throw it away, but she didn't dare to offend Lu Man. She didn't dare to say a word and hurriedly packed it up and took it to the kitchen. The coffee table instantly became tidy, spotless, and as clean as the model houses in the sales office, except... There is not a trace of homely atmosphere. There is no home that is not dirty and messy. Only a hotel is always clean and tidy. So even though the nanny obediently took away the pineapple buns, Lu Man found that his mood not only did not improve, but seemed to be even worse. There was a feeling of depression in his heart that needed to be vented. "Dengdengdeng..." Lu Man suddenly stood up, not even wanting to put on shoes, and walked barefoot to the study. With a "whoosh", he pushed open the high-end wooden door with force, and it hit the wall heavily. Song Zuomin, who was surfing the Internet, looked up in surprise. Before he could ask, Lu Man glared at him with red eyes: "What do you mean by what you said just now? Do you think I don't care about Weiwei?" "I don't think so!" Song Zuoming felt annoyed when he heard this. It was always like this when the couple quarreled. Why couldn't they just stick to the facts instead of talking about irrelevant things? "You haven't been back to the capital for several months this year. Do you know which way the door of your daughter's university dormitory faces? Did you go to pick her up on Friday?" "Isn't it for work? I'm in the capital for a meeting. Do you think I don't want to pick up my daughter?" "You always say it's for work! What about the past? You only come back once a week from the office. Is this your home or a hotel? Or is there a little secretary hiding in your office?" "My secretaries are all men. Haven't you seen them all?" "You make millions a year, isn't it easy for you to keep a woman outside?" "Don't talk nonsense! My daughter is next door." …… At this time, there was no beautiful professor from Huazhong Agricultural University, nor was there an executive director from CITIC Securities. There were just a quarreling middle-aged couple who were gradually becoming more and more talkative. After twenty years of companionship, everyone knows each other's shortcomings very well and can easily touch each other's pain points. So there is a saying that goes, the person who loves you the most may also be the one who hurts you the most. Although the 300-square-meter mansion is very large, how can it be completely avoided from reaching Song Shiwei's ears? She sat quietly at the desk, forcing herself to read. It was always like this. When her parents quarreled, Song Shiwei would do everything she could to divert their attention. Sometimes she would succeed, and sometimes...

"Danglanglang~" Something broke on the wooden floor, fragments flew everywhere, and the piercing sound penetrated the whole house, making people's hearts tighten instantly. The sound of my parents' quarrel seemed to get louder again. Song Shiwei took a deep breath. She could no longer calm down to read. But at this time in the past, Song Shiwei had no way out and no one to talk to. He could only wait in his bedroom for his father to leave in anger and his mother to turn her resentment into strict love and inflict it on him. "But now I have a boyfriend..." Song Shiwei thought about it and suddenly took out his cell phone. A boyfriend should be the closest person to you in the world besides your parents, at least that’s what Song Shiwei thinks. Would it be different if I faced this situation with a boyfriend? So, Song Shiwei sent a text message to Chen Zhuo. Song Shiwei: My parents are arguing. Chen Zhuo: Huh? Why? How are you? Song Shiwei: I'm fine. Chen Zhuo: I am going to the driving school to take the first test. Song Shiwei: Okay. Seeing that Chen was busy, Song Shiwei replied with an "OK", put away his phone and decided not to disturb him anymore. …… As a result, it was Chen Zhu who continued to send messages. Chen Zhuo: Don’t stay at home, come with me to take the first test. Song Shiwei: What? Chen Zhuo: There is not much point in us staying at home when our parents quarrel. Their anger might even be diverted away. Let's go out for a walk. When we go back later, they should be done with it. …… Song Shiwei had thought about leaving when her parents quarreled before. But where to go? The outside world seemed like a vast, white, desolate place with nowhere to go. Over time, Song Shiwei would rather force himself to do two math problems at home. But now, my boyfriend wants to pull me away from this depressing and boring place! "Dong Dong Dong~" Song Shiwei's heart began to beat, as if there was a sense of freedom in front of her, a sense of freedom that was breaking free from the shackles. She also trusted Chen Zhuo immensely, and was about to type to him: "Where is your driving school..." Unexpectedly, Chen Zhuo was the first to reply: "Forget it! I don't know what your current condition is, and I'm not too sure, so I'll pick you up." The quarrel between her parents was still ringing in her ears, but Song Shiwei suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of happiness.

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