Reverse Rebirth 1990

Chapter 1101 1118 [Great Mercy and Great Compassion Song Assembly President] Part [-]
In the living room——
It took Song Zhichao a long time to figure out the ins and outs of the matter, looking at Jin Mu and Jin Bao'er, he couldn't laugh or cry.

Then look at the little nanny Jin Sanshun with a timid face, like a child who has done something wrong, hiding behind the mother of Jin, and only dared to sneak a look at Song Zhichao when the mother of Jin was explaining her plea for her.

Song Zhichao sat on the sofa with a straight face, crossed his legs, and tugged at his tie. Anyone who suddenly found out that there were two more strangers in the house would probably be angry.

The little nanny Jin Sanshun was pushed out by her mother, knelt on the ground and rubbed her hands, and apologized to Song Zhichao, saying that she was wrong, she did something wrong, and she should not have stayed at home without Song Zhichao's consent.

Her younger sister, Jin Baoer, brought a cup of coffee from nowhere, and carefully held it to Song Zhichao with both hands and said, Sir, please calm down the fire.

Song Zhichao: "..."

Suddenly found that he seemed to be a rich landlord.

Seeing that Song Zhichao didn't say a word, Jin's mother said that she and her little daughter would leave here immediately, so that Song Zhichao would not be angry, and Jin Sanshun should not be fired. In short, everything was her fault.

Then the three of them started crying and packing their luggage.

Song Zhichao watched coldly, watching this parting scene of mother and daughter.

It was almost three o'clock in the morning, and it was dark outside.

Jin Baoer held Jinmu's hand tightly, looked at the night and said, "I'm afraid!"

Jin Sanshun cried and said to Jin Mu: "Mom, you go slowly, I can't see you off, I have to clean the living room, otherwise President Song will be unhappy."

Mother Jin said: "You go, President Song is a good man, he will forgive you! You must serve President Song well!"

Then Mother Jin turned back and said to Song Zhichao: "Chairman Song, let's go, take care of yourself, thank you for taking care of Sanshun for so long." Then step by step, she turned her head and walked into the deep night with a face full of hatred.

Jin Sanshun cried loudly, but he didn't dare to cry loudly, so he suppressed his voice, covered his mouth, and trembled all over.

Song Zhichao: "..."

Sighing, he suddenly waved to Jin Mu and Jin Baoer and his wife: "Okay, come back! It's pitch black outside, where are you going? Besides, if you are really driven away by me like this, I'm afraid that you will be killed in the future." There will be a lot of Sanshunjia condiments in my coffee..."

Kim Sam Soon: "..."

He hurriedly waved his hands and said, "No, President Song, I won't spit in your coffee! I'm not that kind of person!"

"Really? Then what kind of person are you? Do you still drink less of my red wine?"

Kim Sam Soon: "..."

His entire face turned red, "You, you know?"

"I'm not blind! If you want to steal a drink, you can drink it secretly. If you just grab a bottle and drink it, it's hard for me not to know."

Jin Sanshun knelt on the ground again with a thud, "I'm sorry, Chairman Song, I didn't mean it!"

"Is it intentional? You know it in your heart...but these are small things. The important thing is that you don't tell me anything—like tonight, if you just say it in advance, how can I not let them live?" it's here?"

Jin Sanshun: "..." Biting his lip, he dared not make a sound.

"Am I like that kind of unreasonable person? Am I like that kind of rich and unkind person? Am I so difficult to communicate?" Song Zhichao asked repeatedly, and the little nanny Jin Sanshun was frightened and speechless.

Song Zhichao pointed at Jin Sanshun's little head, "So you are ignorant! You don't think well! Apart from being quick in your hands and feet, you can be said to be useless!"

Babysitter Jin Sanshun: "Yes, yes, yes! I'm worthless!"

Song Zhichao: "..."

I feel that this little nanny Jin Sanshun is very boring. I have been scolding her for so long, but I have to stiffen my neck to say a few words, why is it always begging for mercy like a kowtow-lonely and lonely!
Song Zhichao ignored Jin Sanshun and turned to ask Jin's mother, "Excuse me, what's your name? I can't call you Sanshun's mother, can I?"

Mother Jin didn't know why, when asked by Song Zhichao, she suddenly felt embarrassed, and said with a twisted expression, "My name is Pu Chunhua."

Song Zhichao: "..."

How much does he know why Jin Mu is shy, even if he is not Korean, he can feel that the name "Park Chunhua" is very earthy and scumbag.

Looking at Park Chunhua herself again, Song Zhichao was full of anger and didn't see it clearly before, but now he can see it clearly, she looks fair and clean, in her thirties, she looks very gentle and mature, the most important thing is that there is something indescribable in her peach eyes charm.

Immediately, Song Zhichao said to himself that the husband of this kind of woman must not live long.

"San Shun's father passed away early, and I brought up San Shun and Bao'er by myself, so it is inevitable that the education is not comprehensive. Please forgive me, President Song!" Park Chunhua apologized to Song Zhichao again.

Song Zhichao couldn't help but blush, thinking that he could go to the fortune-telling, and her husband had really died.

"Ahem, don't talk about it anymore." Song Zhichao pointed to the room, "If you feel crowded, there is still an empty guest room over there, let Sanshun help clean it up, and you can spend the night there for now .”

"Thank you, President Song! Thank you, President Song!" Park Chunhua hurriedly nodded her thanks.

Kim Sansoon and younger sister Jin Baoer also bowed to Song Zhichao to express their thanks.

Song Zhichao nodded, and then said, "As for Bao'er going to school..."

Park Chunhua and Jin Sanshun immediately raised their heads and looked at Song Zhichao nervously.

To be honest, when something like this happened tonight, they didn't expect Song Zhichao to help arrange a school for Jin Baoer, but now——
Song Zhichao lifted up his full stomach of hope.

"I'll say hello to Seoul. As for whether she can enter school or not, it depends on Bao'er's own ability. After all, apart from relationships, she needs to be smart enough!"

As soon as Song Zhichao finished saying this, Pu Chunhua's mother and daughter suddenly knelt on the ground together—"Thank you!" Tears welled up in their eyes.

Song Zhichao: "..."

He couldn't bear the enthusiasm.

……

early morning--
A ray of sunlight through the screen window woke Song Zhichao from his sleep.

Song Zhichao shook his head, feeling a little dizzy and aching, probably because he drank too much last night.

He turned over and got up, found his slippers, squeezed them, and walked sleepily towards the bathroom.

As soon as he opened the door, Song Zhichao was startled. He saw a little girl squatting by the toilet with a handkerchief in her hand, looking up at him.

Song Zhichao: "..."

His head was in a daze for two seconds before he remembered who the other party was and what happened last night.

"What are you doing here?" Song Zhichao asked.

"I'm cleaning the toilet for you, respected Chairman." Jin Bao'er stood up, folded her hands on her abdomen with the wipes in her hands, and followed the steps explained by her mother, Park Chunhua, bowed her head and bowed respectfully to Song Zhichao.

Song Zhichao: "..."

There was another burst of bewilderment.

"Why are you cleaning the toilet for me?"

"My aunt said that she asked me to do this." Jin Baoer blinked and said, "My aunt said that you are a good person, Mr. President, and if you want to help Baoer get into a school in Seoul, Baoer has nothing to do in return. These chores are to repay the adults!"

"Ahem, can you talk well, don't talk to adults in one mouthful, and make it look like you are acting in a costume drama."

"Good lord."

"Also called an adult?"

"Yes sir!"

Song Zhichao: "..."

Forget it, I didn't want to argue with Jin Baoer any more, so I waved my hand: "You go out first."

"No, my lord, I haven't finished wiping it yet."

Song Zhichao was annoyed: "I want to pee!"

Jin Baoer: "..."

The little face blushed, although she was only eleven or twelve years old, she knew how to be ashamed, "Good sir!" Turned around, and ran out quickly.

Song Zhichao breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the toilet that had been wiped clean and bright by the detergent and soda powder, he lifted his pants for a while, but couldn't bear to do it.

To sprinkle or not to sprinkle?
(End of this chapter)