Chapter 221 I Don’t Want to Go Home Tonight Fifteen minutes later, the couple's quarrel gradually subsided. After all, as middle-aged people, their energy and spirit are not as good as those of young people who quarrel all day long. But the two ignored each other. One sat in the bedroom, while the other read the news in the study to calm down. Only my aunt was squatting on the ground, carefully sweeping up the broken glassware. The "swish, swish, swish" sound echoed in the house, giving me an inexplicable feeling like a horror movie. After a while, there was a sudden "bang" sound from the security door, as if someone was walking out. Song Zuomin and Lu Man frowned at the same time: What did he (she) go out for? Because of his procrastination, Song Zuoming browsed through another piece of news. Lu Man also sat on the bed for a while. Finally, she couldn't help worrying about her lover, so she walked to the living room to inquire about the situation. As a result, they met in the corridor. Song Zuomin looked at Lu Man, and Lu Man looked at Song Zuomin. They were both confused. Finally, Song Zuomin spoke up, "Didn't you go out?" "What am I going to do outside if I have nothing to do?" Lu Man replied unhappily.

"Auntie is also at home, so who went out..." The two of them suddenly reacted at the same time and hurried to Song Shi’s micro bedroom. I turned the doorknob and saw pajamas on the bed and an upside-down book on the table, but the person was gone. Lu Man immediately called Song Shiwei, and Song Zuoming was listening nearby. Both of them felt a little worried. Song Shiwei rarely leaves home without saying a word. "Beep beep..." The phone was ringing, and Song Zuomin accidentally lowered his head and suddenly found a bruise on the back of his wife's hand. Old Song was not the culprit. It was Lu Man who accidentally hurt himself when he was angry and smashing things. But even so, Song Zuoming felt bad when he saw the back of his originally white hand gradually becoming red and swollen. After a while, Song Shiwei answered the phone: "Mom." Lu Man breathed a sigh of relief, then frowned subconsciously again, questioning in her tone: "What are you doing out there?" There was some noise over there at Song Shiwei's place, with cars coming and going, and she seemed to be standing on the side of the road. She replied calmly, "I'm looking for Chen Zhe." "What are you looking for him for?" Lu Man's thin curved eyebrows frowned even deeper. However, when Song Zuoming heard that his daughter was with Chen Zhuo, he breathed a sigh of relief. Is it weird to look for Chen Zhe? They are a couple! When we quarrel at home, our daughter must be upset. Isn't it normal for her to talk to her boyfriend? "No, come back here!" Lu Man disagreed. She didn't want her daughter to continue to have contact with Chen Zhe. "Where are you? I'll pick you up!"

"Not going back? Did you still get in the car?" "Song Shiwei, I'm telling you, if you don't come back, I'm going to call the police..." Lu Man was threatening when the call was hung up. Listening to the sudden end of the call on the phone, it was as if I was suddenly dragged from the earth to the moon and all the sounds disappeared. "Weiwei...hung up on me?!" Lu Man looked up in disbelief. As far as he could remember, this was the first time his daughter had behaved like this since she grew up. Song Zuoming didn't think it was strange at all. Look at what you said. If it were me, I would die too. Lu Man seemed very indignant and picked up the phone and dialed again. This time Song Shiwei didn't hang up, but didn't answer either. He just listened to the M-Zone ringtone for more than 30 seconds, and the call ended automatically and silently. Lu Man didn't give up and called again, but the ringtone lasted for more than 30 seconds. …… This was repeated five or six times. Lu Man suddenly pressed the number "110" on the mobile phone screen, but was stopped by the sharp-eyed Song Zuoming. "What are you doing?" Song Zuoming was startled. "Call the police and report that someone has kidnapped my daughter!" Lu Man didn't really want to dial the number, she was just angry. "Don't mess around!" Song Zuomin almost lost control of his emotions and warned sternly: "When people find out that Weiwei and Chenzhe are just dating as a couple, you will be wasting public resources and not considering my daughter's feelings and face at all." "Are we just going to let them go out alone?" Lu Man asked back. Song Zuomin thought it was really strange. Generally speaking, it was the father who worried about his daughter being hurt outside. But after meeting Chen Zhe's family, he was actually relieved about Chen Zhe. However, he also understood his wife's feelings and personality, so he could only advise her calmly: "Weiwei is an adult. She has her own emotions and choices. We can't interfere with everything. This will only backfire..." "but!" Lu Man opened his mouth to interrupt. Suddenly, Song Zuoming felt deeply tired, and he felt that he could not communicate normally with his wife. Song Zuomin simply waved his hand and said, "I won't agree to ask Weiwei to turn back now. What could possibly happen in broad daylight? I have Chen's contact information. I can just ask them to go home early." Lu Man weighed the pros and cons for a long time before finally agreeing. It was not because of her husband's persuasion, but because she knew that there was a high probability that she would not be able to call her daughter back. "We have to be home before dark!" This was the maximum extent Lu Man could relax, and he added: "Reply to my message within an hour!"

Song Zuoming shook his head. He could call the shots outside, but he felt powerless at home. But at least the situation was calmed down temporarily, and the nanny almost cleaned up the broken glass in the study. She was carrying the garbage out, and when she passed by Song Zuomin, she asked politely, "Mr. Song, are you going to eat at home tonight? I can prepare the food for you." Song Zuomin had very few opportunities to eat at home during a week, especially after a quarrel with his wife, he usually just packed his bags and left. Even Lu Man was prepared for her husband not to be home for dinner, so she turned around and went straight back to the bedroom. However, Song Zuomin looked at the obvious bruises on the back of his wife's hand, hesitated for a moment, and finally said, "I'll eat at home tonight." Professor Lu paused slightly in the corridor. ······ In a taxi on Keyun Road, Chen Zhuo and Song Shiwei were sitting in the back seat. Chen Zhuo saw the message in the afternoon and immediately took a taxi to pick up Song Shiwei. He is now rushing to the vehicle management office to take the test. Song Shiwei didn't seem to want to talk, or she didn't know how to describe her parents' quarrel. She sat quietly by the car window, letting the cold wind blow her long hair. Occasionally she would answer a phone call, and then she would ignore any subsequent noises from her phone. "Professor Lu?" Chen Zhuo asked from the side. Song Shiwei nodded his round chin. Chen curled his lips. If he didn't answer the phone, Professor Lu would be very anxious. Chen Zhuo had met Professor Lu before. She was pretty and bookish, but from the faint trace of the Chinese character "川" between her eyebrows, one could tell that she had an anxious personality. Because of anxiety, we must control our children's words and actions. If one day their children get out of control, they will not be happy that their children have grown up, but will fall into deeper anxiety and be unable to extricate themselves. Unless these parents can suddenly realize that no matter how the world changes, their children will never be far away from them, they may be able to get out of this anxious dilemma. Therefore, Professor Lu was only exercising superficial control and actually did not understand his own daughter at all. Sweet sister, she is currently in the rebellious period at the end of her adolescence! "Ding~" While Chen was thinking about it, he suddenly received a message from Song Zuoming. Song Zuomin: Chen Zhuo, what dishes do you like? I'll ask Auntie to cook some tonight, and you and Weiwei can go home for dinner. Chen understood at a glance that Old Song was not specifically inviting him to dinner, but was reminding him to "have dinner when he got home." Chen handed the phone to Song Shiwei, shook it and said, "After the exam, we'll go back." Chen Zhuo had originally planned to take Song Shiwei for a walk to make her feel better. After reading the message, Song Shiwei turned his head and looked out the window without saying a word, witnessing the floating clouds, the river surface, the flying birds... these scenes passed through his sight little by little. After a while, she suddenly tucked her hair behind her ears and said to Chen: "I don't want to go home tonight."

"what?" Chen's heart skipped a beat and he looked into Song Shiwei's clear, cold, and slightly confused eyes. He decided to ask more clearly so as not to be kicked out of the hotel. "I brought my ID card with me for the exam. Did you bring yours?" Chen asked. "With your ID?" Song Shi was stunned for a moment, but soon realized what Chen Zhe meant. The corners of his mouth twitched and he seemed to hum vaguely. "I don't want to go back so early tonight!" Song Shiwei corrected what he had just said. “Ah…haha…Is that so…” Chen Zhuo heaved a sigh of relief with regret, as he himself had not made any relevant preparations; Then he sighed in confusion. In fact, there was nothing to prepare for these things. ······ (End of this chapter)