"Old Chen's mentality towards promotion is more indifferent than I did back then."

Chen thought to himself.

However, the two are in different positions. Chen Jie was a "young old leader" back then. He started with a high platform and went on to take up a job (golded), and also made some achievements.

In addition to "not married", his resume is relatively shining.

Lao Chen has been rooted in the grassroots for many years and has passed the 45-year-old threshold of "rejuvenating cadres". If there are no other accidents, he will basically retire in this position.

Of course, before retirement, you will still be rewarded with a department-level idle position and reward the unusual "three highs" indicators for work.

After dinner, the family of three watched TV. Now is the time when "Chuangguandong" is popular.

Li Youbin continued his outstanding performance in "Bright Sword", and fully interpreted a Shandong man's concern for affection and righteousness.

As the Queen Mother looked at it, she suddenly turned her head and saw her son leaning on the other end of the sofa.

The posture is leisurely and the expression is free. He holds his cell phone in his hands and is typing quickly.

Mao Xiaoqin's heart moved. Maybe this is one of the most comfortable stages in life.

The most important two people are by their side, not that rich or so miserable, and they feel some trivial pressure, but it is not impossible to solve it.

The last time I felt this way, I was the summer vacation when Chen was admitted to university.

The 985 admission notice is lying quietly in the drawer, the son is playing games in front of the computer, and he and his husband are gossiping about other people's family issues in the living room.

It was raining outside, and the continuous rain was like a filter for the city, turning the noise into slow motion, and everything seemed so warm and soothing.

"Chen, who are you sending messages to?"

Empress Dowager Mao suddenly made a curious exploration.

Chen's face changed for a moment, and he replied unnaturally: "Friend."

"Look at your fingers flying."

Mao Xiaoqin curled her lips: "It would be better if you send messages to your parents so quickly."

"You don't have QQ."

Chen Zhu forced a sophistry and said, "We all like to chat on QQ and are not used to sending text messages."

Old Chen glanced here and also participated in the chat between the mother and son: "The interface of QQ is too complicated and fancy. It would be great if there was a simpler chat tool."

Old Chen just said casually, and Chen also responded casually: "Wait, it may not be too long."

On this side, Chen Peisong and his family were talking lively after dinner.

On the other hand, in the Zhujiang Dijing Community near Guangzhou Tower, Sister Sweet's family was having a meal.

In terms of location, housing prices and decoration level, Zhujiang Dijing is not sure how many times higher than Chen Zhujia’s East Hubei Courtyard.

Just the marble dining table, the blue and white crossed patterns are like the ink-splashed landscape solidified by time, the gorgeous crystal chandeliers above the head, and the hanging pendants are like strings of beaded curtains, and the light sprinkled under them is bright and bright.

This place is not like a place to eat, but more like a palace of art.

It really looks like a gallery, because it is very quiet and no one speaks. If it weren't for the action of picking up food, Song Zuomin and Song Shiwei were like two sculptures without thoughts.

Even so, Song Zuomin accidentally touched the porcelain plate with chopsticks, making a loud "ding-ding-dang" sound, and Professor Lu had to subconsciously brow.

As for the two nannies, they were very tactful and did not eat with the owner.

Maybe others don’t want to eat at all. Who would like to eat in such a depressing environment? Although they can only eat a few bites in the kitchen, they are more relaxed and comfortable.

"Eat it's time to eat."

For some reason, Professor Lu suddenly became dissatisfied again: "What do you always do when you look at your phone?"

It turned out that she was accusing her daughter of her and often picked up her mobile phone to read messages while eating.

Song Shiwei was reading the news about Chen.

Song Shiwei was not as good as Chen Zhi, who was able to argue with his mother at will because Professor Lu would be displeased, angry, and felt that his authority was challenged.

So, Song Shiwei finished his mouth quickly, put down his chopsticks and said in a low voice: "I'm ready to eat."

"Um."

Professor Lu nodded.

It seemed as if no one could leave the dining table without her reply.

However, after my daughter picked up her phone and left, the huge restaurant became even more empty. Even the light from the crystal lamp was filled with a hint of coldness on the top of the Himalayas.

It was obviously a hot meal, and it was chewed in your mouth like ice.

"Your that one"

Lu Man wanted to say a few words to her husband.

Old Song had just returned from a meeting in the capital, and he had few meals at home after the New Year.

"I've eaten too."

Unexpectedly, my husband also put down his chopsticks and stood up and walked away from the dining table quickly.

It seems that if you stay for a moment, the food you eat in your stomach will be severely pressed to induce vomiting.

Professor Lu was stunned for a moment, then held his gold-rimmed glasses and swallowed the meal like ice.

After eating, she took a light breath and found that her husband and daughter were not in the living room and in the study.

There were vague sounds coming from my daughter's bedroom.

Lu Man walked over and heard her husband say at the door:

".-. The bird's nest is so beautiful, it looks even more magnificent than in the photo. The Water Cube is like a night pearl after turning on the lights at night. Anyway, you are on summer vacation during the Olympics. Dad gets a few reporters, so you can go in and out of the venue to watch the competition at will-..."

"You father and daughter are talking about the Olympics here."

Lu Man pushed the door open and entered.

Song Zuomin, who spoke happily, and Song Shiwei, who was smiling and listening, subconsciously restrained his expression that originally bloomed on his face.

How to describe it?

It was like a little noisy high school classroom. When the head teacher appeared, it became quiet instantly.

If such a situation occurs in the school, it can only be said that the class teacher has prestige and there is a way to discipline students.

But if this happens at home, it will be very inconsistent.

Lu Man also discovered this situation. This time she did not "consider" it, but said with a smile: "Weiwei, the day after tomorrow is your 19th birthday, do you still remember?"

"Crash!"

Song Shi's eyelids twitched slightly, like a stone falling into the pool for no reason, and suddenly there was a bad premonition.

"This is how my mother arranged it."

Professor Lu said to himself: "Take you to Friendship Store and Zhengjia Shopping Mall to buy a few Chanel jackets. I found that you like the style of Xiaoxiang style very much."

Many of Song Shiwei's clothes were accompanied by expensive luxury logos.

But it was almost not her own buy, but Professor Lu saw the right style when he was shopping and directly packed it up and paid the bill.

But a little disappointed is that my daughter has not been interested in these clothes and jewelry since she was a child, and she is completely "

Just if you ask me to wear it, then I will wear it” reaction.

Instead, she cherished the Chanel Little Flavor that she personally selected and matched with a fake diamond ring last year.

Lu Man thought it was the style that his daughter liked, so he decided to buy two more as a birthday gift.

Professor Lu never thought about it, it might be the problem with the fake diamond ring.

"mom."

Somewhat is rare, Song Shiwei interrupted and was planning to do a plan.

"What's wrong?"

Lu Man was a little unhappy, but she didn't show it and tried to ask gently.

"I have other arrangements on my birthday."

Song Shi said softly.

The next moment, the temperature in the bedroom seemed to drop by more than ten degrees.

Song Zuomin instantly had goose bumps on his arm, and a trace of uneasiness arose in his heart, which shows the huge oppression brought by his wife.

"What arrangements? Who do you do with? What?"

Professor Lu coldly asked three questions.
Chapter completed!