"You have to be a storyteller to appreciate flowers. After drinking tea, you listen to the storyteller. How interesting it is. You young people, you don't understand, you know that you are jumping around and having fun." Zhao Yungang asked, "Why haven't the second child come back yet?"

"He called and said he had something to do and would not come back later."

"Tell him, don't stay outside overnight," said Zhao Yungang.

Mrs. Zhao felt that he was a little too much, so she said, "If you tell him, don't ask Xiaochen to take the blame. You forgot how impatient you were when I was in charge of you?"

"I don't care about him, just do whatever he wants." Song Chen said.

A smile appeared on Zhao Xinzhi's lips, and his heart felt much more relaxed.

He likes to see Song Chen's indifferent appearance towards Zhao Jindong, and he knows that he is a little psychologically ill at this point.

Mrs. Zhao felt a feeling of storm coming and wind filled the building at the dining table. She felt that Zhao Xinzhi's eyes looked at Song Chen were much more presumptuous than before.

Several sons of the Zhao family like Song Chen, but if you want to restrain yourself, it is Zhao Xinzhi. He has been a mature and persistent since childhood, is relatively shy and not good at expressing himself. He is also the son who makes her least worry about. Now that he is older, he has caused her headaches more than the other two.

I used to think that the boss had a good personality, was sensible, and was not noisy, but now I feel that he was not as good as the third son Zhao Baotao... I love this today and that tomorrow. I said I like Song Chen so much, and I am still not idle outside, and I am better than the boss like this... Zhao Xinzhi is stubborn and will never give up easily if he falls in love with someone.

She talked about Lao Yang's daughter at the dinner table: "What's your name?"

"Yang Hui." Zhao Yungang said.

Not only is he educated, but his name is also old-fashioned. Mrs. Zhao sighed in her heart and said, "Once you hear the name is beautiful and wise."

Zhao Xinzhi refused to respond. This was not the first time he had been forced to go on a blind date. As soon as Mrs. Zhao opened her mouth, he knew what she was going to do.

He asked Song Chen: "Do you still shoot that short film?"

Song Chen said: "I will take photos the day after tomorrow."

"Photo shoot well, look forward to your works." Zhao Xinzhi said gently.

Zhao Yungang asked, "Then are you still writing novels? Don't be busy at both ends and concentrate on doing one thing before talking about another."

"What novel?" Zhao Xinzhi asked.

Mrs. Zhao looked at Zhao Yungang with a cold face and said, "You don't know yet. Xiaochen has been doing creations for a while and has written a novel, which has moved your mother to tears."

When Song Chen heard this, he immediately looked at Mrs. Zhao: "Is that so? Is it true?"

Mrs. Zhao squeezed out a smile: "What I wrote is so good, it's just too cruel. Is it a tragedy? Is it over?"

"It's still early." Song Chen said: "It's just started. The main line hasn't been unfolded yet?"

"So, I thought Luo Wensheng would be over after he died. There is still something behind him, can't it be a supernatural?"

She is quite consuming such dramas as past and present life or human-ghost relationships have not yet ended.

"Build a foreshadowing and reveal it later." Song Chen kept a secret.

Zhao Xinzhi said: "Show me what novels it is."

Before Song Chen could answer him, Mrs. Zhao interrupted and asked, "Have you read the second child? The novel you wrote?"

"No." He hadn't shown it to Zhao Jindong yet, and he didn't know if Zhao Jindong would watch it.

Actually, he really wanted Zhao Jindong to see it.

Unlike the novels he wrote before that were slutty or eye-catching, he might have to hide those novels. If Zhao Jindong sees them, he might be embarrassed. However, novels like "After Love Getting Old" have a serious drama style, very serious, fresh and serious theme, suitable for showing off his writing style. Maybe Zhao Jindong will have a deeper understanding of him after reading them.

"It should be shown for him." Mrs. Zhao said: "It's so good to write."

Zhao Xinzhi didn't interrupt again. He went to Song Chen's room until he went upstairs to rest and asked him about his novel.

"Brother, stop reading it. I'm sorry, I'm writing it, it's just an online novel."

"I must have read your first work. Tell me the name and I'll search."

Song Chen sent him the website address: "Just just read it, don't comment."

"Why?"

"Sorry." There is an unwritten rule in their author circle, especially in the Danmei circle. Almost everyone is holding a vest, for fear that colleagues, relatives and friends in real life will see it. It is particularly embarrassing and terrifying to lose the vest, and it is even more embarrassing to be commented on by relatives.

Zhao Xinzhi sat down on the sofa and started to look with his cell phone.

He was quite surprised.

At first I heard that Song Chen was writing novels, but he thought it was just a joke, and he just wanted to support him. He always spoiled Song Chen, but he didn't expect that after opening it and reading it, he found that it was quite simple.

The writing style is simple and the story is serious.

It's very different from what he thought.

He looked at it seriously, and Song Chen was also looking forward to his evaluation.

He still cares about readers' evaluations. He will read every comment posted by readers. Even if some of them are complaining or personal attacks, he will feel uncomfortable after reading them, but he will still read them.

Suddenly, footsteps came from outside. Song Chen looked at the door and saw that the door was pushed open.

The one who came in was Zhao Jindong.

Zhao Jindong put his suit on his arm and came in while pulling his tie. When he came in, he saw Song Chen and Zhao Xinzhi in the living room, he was stunned for a moment and his face turned cold.

Hohoho.

Zhao Xinzhi was a little embarrassed, but sat down and said, "The second child is back, are you working overtime?"

Zhao Jindong said: "Brother is leisurely."

His tone was unhappy and his words were thorny. Zhao Xinzhi's face became colder and he said to Song Chen: "I'll go back to the house to see it. I'll give you an evaluation after reading it."

Zhao Jindong walked straight to the bedroom, while Zhao Xinzhi went out, leaving Song Chen alone in the living room for a while, then turned around and went to the study.

Not long after, Zhao Jindong came in. He was still wearing the same clothes, suit pants, white shirt, and a neckline. He was as tall as a man, and was very sexy in this way. Song Chen couldn't help but look at the outline of his chest, and he could feel his strong chest muscles through the shirt.

"Is it going to start again?" Zhao Jindong said.

"What?"

"You," Zhao Jindong said: "Did it intentionally?"

Song Chen said: "No."

Zhao Jindong was silent for a while and said, "Where is your ring?"

Song Chen looked up at him, and Zhao Jindong said, "Wedding Ring."

He really doesn't know where he has put it.

"Put it on tomorrow." Zhao Jindong said.

"oh."

Although it was just "oh", not "good", nor "well", Zhao Jindong felt a little better after all.

He didn't even ask why he was so obedient and agreed.

Perhaps because he often fucked him, he occasionally obeyed, and Zhao Jindong pursed his lips and went to see Song Chen's face.

The face that is more vivid than on the big screen, the flesh and blood are warm, and when you get close to it, you can smell his unique smell, he knows.

He will give Zhao Xinyi a little bit of pain tomorrow.

In fact, he just didn't want to. If he wanted, the third son of the Zhao family could have a knife in his heart.

Or Song Chen can also get a hand in his heart.

The bitter taste of fruits planted in the past ten years should not be tasted by him alone. But if Song Chen was as gentle as he is now, he might have been able to open his mouth.

However, this idea didn't last long. Soon he realized that he had a fantasy about Song Chen, which was to seek trouble. Just like when he was a child, he believed in Song Chen's sweet words, but fell into his trap again and again.

Song Chen was rummaging through the cabinets.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Look for a ring." Song Chen said as he turned out a bunch of rings: "Which is a wedding ring?"

Zhao Jindong's face turned dark again.

Suddenly I remembered his dream last night. Song Chen, who was fucked with face, was crying and helpless, and was suitable to throw him a bunch of rings at that time, and then interrogate him: "Which is a wedding ring?"
Chapter completed!