I am a cat, it is actually the president who came here

Chapter 31

The courtyard in front of me is beautiful and delicate, and the hostess' favorite lily is planted in the small garden at the door.

Song Shushu stood outside the gate, looking carefully at the place where he grew up through the fence gate.

Trying to find even the slightest bit of memory.

But no, it seems that this place is no longer her home.

"Oh, Xiao Shu is back, come in quickly." Aunt Li, who was out to water the flowers, was the first to spot her standing at the door, and hurriedly greeted her.

Opening the door from the inside, he reached out to take what was in her hand.

"Sir, Xiao Shu is here."

Song Qingxiang, who heard the movement, sat on the sofa, and slowly folded the newspaper in his hand.

"Come in and sit."

Song Shushu avoided Aunt Li's outstretched hand four or two times, "Don't bother Aunt Li."

He took out the tea in his hand and pushed it in front of Song Qingxiang.

"I brought you tea, which is definitely not as high-grade as the ones you usually drink, but I heard from Lin Bai that the taste is very special, so I asked someone to buy it and bring it back for you to taste."

Probably no one, when they return to their own home, get along with their father who should be intimate like a host and a guest.

Song Shushu lowered his eyes, suppressing the self-mockery in his eyes.

Just like every time I went home before, after delivering the things, I drank a cup or two of tea in silence, listened to a few words of accusation and nagging from my father, and then ate an unappetizing meal.

But this time is different, Song Qingxiang is like a father who really loves his daughter, caring a few words about the child's current situation.

The topic changed to "Have you raised a cat recently?"

Looking at where his finger pointed, he saw a few strands of black cat hair on his coat.

Picking it up indifferently, Song Shushu brought up this incident with a flat face, "Yes, I raised a little black cat."

"Mysterious cat, it is said that that kind of cat is a bit mysterious."

"My kitten is really good."

Seeing that she really didn't look like she was still affected, Song Qingxiang's preaching came late.

"So let's say that some things should pass, let him pass. People will always grow, and they must learn to accept those unsatisfactory parts."

In the past, she might have listened patiently to his long speeches, but now, as a shit-shoveling officer with cats waiting for her to come home, Song Shushu didn't want to spend too much time here.

"Dad, I'm hungry, let's go eat."

Song Qingxiang was obviously a little unfinished, but he also got up and walked to the restaurant, "Then let's chat while eating."

"Sir, the red wine has woken up."

"Good good."

Song Qingxiang beckoned her to sit down, took a goblet and poured wine.

The translucent red wine remained along the wall of the glass, reflecting dark red spots on the table.

It didn't make Song Qingxiang really pour her wine, Song Shushu took over and poured him a good wine, "I won't drink, I came by car."

"Hmph" Song Qingxiang snorted coldly, "How many times have I told you to replace your little broken car? Is our family short of money for a car from you? How can someone with our wealth drive that kind of car?" car."

"Wait, go to the garage to pick one up, and let Lao Liu take you back tomorrow."

"Okay, then I will ask Uncle Liu to help me go through the door tomorrow, thank you Dad."

Song Shushu didn't refuse, because his style of doing things has always been like this. When he was happy, he would give away a house and a car. This made Liang Chunxue more and more dissatisfied with her. Every time he gave something, Liang Chunxue would find all kinds of She was not happy with the reason, but over time she accepted it more calmly.

She probably knows why Liang Chunxue has always disliked her. It is nothing more than the shares left by her biological mother and the shares given to her by Song Qingxiang when she was born. These are things Liang Chunxue and her daughter do not have. .

Before Liang Chunxue married Song Qingxiang, she was just a girl from an ordinary middle-class family, and she had a younger brother, so she didn't give her much money, and she had always been a gentle and helpful wife in front of her husband. Ask for something.

Even more concerned about her image, she dared not offer shares to Song Shishi, but Liang Chunxue was strong, and even had strict requirements on Song Shishi, trying to train her to become an outstanding socialite daughter in Q City.

Song Shushu didn't judge her various things, and he didn't have much pity for Liang Chunxue, but he didn't have much hatred.

But after all, her little tricks are disgusting enough, and Song Shushu often got angry with her. In the first few years, the little Song Shushu would not hide his emotions, and put his emotions on his face, and she often turned black and white The complaint went to Song Qingxiang, and in the end, the little man wiped his tears and was fined to face the wall in the study and think about his mistakes. This is a scene that often appears in Song's house.

Earlier, she would reject Song Qingxiang's gift in anger, but now she has changed her mind after entering the society.

Anyway, in the end, I will be a wave of yin and yang, so I might as well hold what I deserve.

Piaofei's thoughts were pulled back by a small bowl of lotus root pork rib soup that suddenly fell in front of him.

"Thank you Aunt Li."

Smiling politely at Aunt Li, she lowered her head and took a sip of the soup in front of her.

"Aunt Li's craftsmanship is still as good as ever."

"Hey, I know that Missy likes this, so my husband specially asked me to cook it early in the morning."

Aunt Li covered her mouth and smiled happily. She is an old man of the Song family, and she can be regarded as watching Song Shushu from childhood to adulthood.In all fairness, I feel sorry for the girl whose mother died early and whose father remarried again. As the saying goes, if there is a stepmother, there will be a stepdad. This sentence is not unreasonable.

Her slightly vicissitude eyes are full of kindness and distress. The eldest lady has rarely gone home since junior high school. Every time she is called back to eat, she sits silently in a corner of the restaurant and looks at the other three people happily. He looked silent.

But she is just a servant, and her employer's private affairs are not good to meddle in, so she can only secretly give her some biscuits that she likes to eat after dinner.

Every time the girl ate something she liked, her nimble eyes seemed to light up, and with a joyful smile, she thanked her prettyly.

"Come back often if you like to eat." Song Qingxiang glanced at her, with an uncomfortably stiff tone.

The smile on Song Shushu's face faded a bit,

"I will come back to see you often in the future."

She didn't mention coming back to live here, she just said that she would come back to see him as often as possible.

Song Qingxiang was obviously displeased, and put on a straight face, "How nice it is to live at home. Look at the small house you bought yourself. It's as small as a sesame seed, and it's not too crowded to live in."

Song Shushu put down the spoon in his hand, and looked at him quietly.Song Qingxiang's accumulated emotions gradually dissipated in her calm eyes.

She moved her eyes away, turned her head, her gaze was inch by inch.

Although the overall layout has not changed, Liang Chunxue has erased the imprint of her and her mother on every decoration and every ornament here, and the warm home in memory has become unrecognizable, as if talking to her.

In this home, you are like an outsider.

Close your eyes and take a deep breath.

It's okay, Song Xiaoshu, you've grown up now, and you're capable of giving yourself a home.

(End of this chapter)