Marriage sleepy: less power to pet lightly

Chapter 8 Seeing the Parents

Song Zhiwei rolled her eyes at him unceremoniously, opened the gift bag, and let him see clearly, "Strong smoke, strong wine, and strong tea. Didn't you say that your dad's heart is not good, these three things will increase the burden on the heart. Don't worry, I'm not here to please your parents."

The reason why she wanted to buy a gift was because she didn't want others to think that she had no tutor and would insult her dead father's reputation.But she couldn't increase Wei's favor, so she acted like an idiot and only picked things that were not good for her health.

After hearing Song Zhiwei's explanation, Wei Xuan's face softened a lot, thinking that she might not be an unreasonable person.However, her next sentence immediately destroyed the sliver of goodwill he had just raised.

"Here, here's the receipt. Reimburse the money to me."

Following Wei Xuan to the door of the house, before opening the door, Wei Xuan specially warned: "Speak less."

Song Zhiwei rolled her eyes, "Yes, I'll pretend to be a deaf-mute head."

Wei Xuan was a little dissatisfied with Song Zhiwei's sloppy attitude, but if she continued to perform like this, his goal might be achieved soon.

After entering the door, he changed his shoes at the entrance, and then followed Wei Xuan into the living room.

Wei's parents were already waiting on the sofa.

Seeing the two people coming in, Wei Changkong stood up with a smile.

"Dad, Mom." Even at home, Wei Xuan maintained an obvious military style, with a serious expression and a tall and straight figure.

Song Zhiwei also greeted Wei's parents politely: "Uncle Wei, Aunt Lin, hello."

Wei Changkong looked very happy, pointing to the sofa and inviting, "Xiao Song, sit down quickly. Wei Xuan, go and pour a cup of tea."

Although Lin Qiong doesn't like Song Zhiwei, she won't show it rudely.She said with a smile on her face: "Wei Xuan, Xiao Song, sit down quickly. I'll ask Aunt Zhang to bring out some fruits."

Song Zhiwei raised the gift bag in her hand at this time, "Uncle Wei, this is the first time I've come to see you and I don't know what to give you. I bought some cigarettes, wine and tea. I hope you like it."

She had a "sincere" look on her face, as if it was a gift that had been carefully selected.In this way, the other party will not think that she is uneducated, but will only think that she is careless and stupid.

Sure enough, when Lin Qiong saw the things in the bag, her face sank, but she couldn't get angry with Song Zhiwei, she could only pretend to blame her son, "Wei Xuan, didn't you tell Xiao Song that your father has a bad heart and can't touch cigarettes?" Wine and tea? Why are you so careless, you don't care about your father's body at all. "

Everyone present could understand that what Lin Qiong said was blaming Wei Xuan on the surface, but actually satirizing Song Zhiwei.

Song Zhiwei wanted to follow Lin Qiong's words, saying that she was not thoughtful.But Wei Changkong didn't expect Wei Changkong to laugh, looking very happy.

"Xiao Song, do you know that when your father was my security guard, the two of us often smoked and drank big bowls of tea together. At that time, we patrolled mountains together, entered no-man's land, slept in air-raid shelters, and played games together. Over the war. Your father helped me too much. Seeing them now reminds me of your father. It’s also a thought to keep these things. Xiao Song, you have a heart, thank you.”

Wei Changkong's words instantly reversed the atmosphere.

"Huh?" Song Zhiwei was a little dumbfounded. Does she count as "a blind cat meets a dead mouse"?She smiled awkwardly and waved her hands, "Uncle Wei, as long as you don't dislike him."

Lin Qiong's expression also became a little embarrassed, while Wei Xuan's face was expressionless, but a hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

Lin Qiong went to the kitchen to help Aunt Zhang cook, especially to avoid being in the same room with Song Zhiwei.

Wei Changkong's thick eyebrows and big eyes are very dignified, and his decades of military service have forged an unapproachable iron-blooded aura, so everyone around him is basically afraid of him.

But when he faced Song Zhiwei, he was as kind as an old man next door: "Xiao Song, is your mother okay? Is your brother working now? Has he married yet?"

Song Zhiwei replied honestly: "My mother is in good health, and my brother is not sensible. After dropping out of high school, he will not hold any job for long. Now he has no job and no girlfriend."

Wei Changkong sighed: "Your father died early, it's not easy for your mother to pull you up alone, and it's not easy for your two siblings either. But with Wei Xuan helping you in the future, you don't have to work too hard. Wei Xuan, know You have to worry more about Wen, you know?"

"Uncle Wei, in fact, I and—" Song Zhiwei wanted to take this opportunity to point out that she and Wei Xuan have nothing to do with each other now and in the future, but Wei Changkong kept telling his son to pay more attention to the Song family's affairs and not to give her a chance to interrupt at all. .

"Xiao Song, if you need help, just tell Wei Xuan, he is duty-bound." Wei Changkong made it clear that he wanted the two families to get involved.

Song Zhiwei was very smart, she soon realized that Uncle Wei might have guessed the purpose of her trip, so she would never give her a chance to reject Wei Xuan.

Sure enough, in the next hour, Wei Changkong chatted with Song Zhiwei a lot, from her childhood all the way to college, but she and Wei Xuan really didn't get a chance to speak on their own initiative.

However, Song Zhiwei also learned about Song Hechuan's many great achievements from Wei Changkong. She didn't know that her father was so brave when he was young.

"Okay, don't bother chatting too much. The food is almost ready, let's serve it to the table. Xiao Song, don't look at your Uncle Wei talking so much now. He usually can't hold back ten sentences a day. It’s because I talk to you a lot, I’m happy.” Lin Qiong came out of the kitchen and interrupted with a smile.

Lin Qiong, who was born in a wealthy family, not only looks dignified and elegant, but also maintains a good appearance when she is over half a century old, not at all inferior to the mother-level stars on TV.Behavior and affairs also maintain the self-denial and courtesy of a scholarly family, and will never relax the way of hospitality just because guests who don't like come.The superficial effort must be passable at least.

Everyone came to the table one after another, Wei Changkong took the main seat, Lin Qiong and Wei Xuan sat on his right, and Song Zhiwei sat on the left.

The dishes are very rich, with six dishes and one soup, including fish and shrimp, as well as various seasonal vegetables, with a nutritious mix of meat and vegetables.

"Xiao Song, your Uncle Wei has a bad heart, so our family eats lightly. If it doesn't suit your taste, please forgive me." Lin Qiong said politely.

"Aunt Lin, in fact, I usually eat boxed lunches. It's very rare that I can eat delicious food like yours. How could it be unappetizing?" A good home-cooked meal is indeed a luxury for the busy Song Zhiwei.

"Oh, Xiao Song, do you rarely cook?" Lin Qiong looked at Song Zhiwei with a smile, as if asking with concern.

The contest at the dinner table is just about to begin now.

(End of this chapter)