Chapter 419: Strong Professor Mother
Chapter 419: Strong Professor Mother
"Old Chen's attitude towards promotion is actually more indifferent than I was back then."
Chen thought to himself.
However, the two men were in different positions. Back then, Chen was a "young old leader" who started from a high platform, had worked in other positions (to gain experience), and had also made some achievements.
Apart from being "unmarried", his resume is quite impressive.
Old Chen has been working at the grassroots level for many years and his age has exceeded the 45-year-old threshold of "younger cadres". If nothing else unexpected happens, he will basically retire in this position.
Of course, before retirement, he will still be awarded a sinecure at the deputy director level as a reward for his exceptional “three highs” indicators for work.
After dinner, the family of three watched TV for a while. At that time, "Crossing the Guandong" was on the air.
Li Youbin continued his outstanding performance in "Drawing Sword", portraying the loyalty and righteousness of a Shandong man vividly and vividly.
Empress Dowager Mao was watching, when she suddenly turned her head and saw her son lying on the other end of the sofa.
He has a relaxed posture, a free expression, and is typing quickly with his phone held in both hands.
Mao Xiaoqin's heart moved. Perhaps this was one of the most comfortable stages in life.
The two most important people are by my side. I am not that rich, but I am not that destitute either. I have some trivial pressures in my heart, but they are not unsolvable.
The last time I had this feeling was during the summer vacation when Chen Zhuo was admitted to university.
The admission letter to a 985 university lay quietly in the drawer, her son was playing games in front of the computer, and she and her husband were gossiping about other people's family affairs in the living room.
It was raining outside, and the continuous rain was like a filter for the city, turning the hustle and bustle into slow motion. Everything seemed so warm and soothing.
"Chen Zhuo, who are you messaging with?"
Empress Dowager Mao suddenly became curious and inquired.
Chen's expression changed, and he replied somewhat unnaturally: "Friends."
"Look at your fingers, they're about to fly."
Mao Xiaoqin curled her lips and said, "I wish I could send messages to your parents so easily someday."
“You don’t have QQ.”
Chen Zhuo tried to argue: "We all like chatting on QQ and are not used to texting."
Old Chen glanced over here and joined in the mother and son's chat: "QQ's interface is too complicated and full of fancy words. It would be great if there was a simpler chat tool."
Lao Chen just said it casually, and Chen Zhuo also responded casually: "Wait a minute, it may not take too long."
On this side, Chen Peisong and his family of three were talking lively after dinner.
On the other side, in the Zhujiang Dijing community near the Guangzhou Tower, Sister Sweet and her family were also having dinner.
In terms of location, housing prices and decoration level, Zhujiang Dijing is many times more upscale than Chen Zhuo’s Donghu North Courtyard.
The marble dining table alone, with its blue and white crisscross patterns, looks like a splash-ink landscape frozen in time. The gorgeous crystal chandelier overhead, with pendants hanging down like strings of beaded curtains, sheds bright and dazzling light.
This place doesn't seem like a place to eat, but more like a palace of art.
It really looked like a gallery because it was so quiet and no one was talking. If it weren't for the movements when they picked up the food, Song Zuoming and Song Shiwei would have been like two mindless sculptures.
Even so, when Song Zuoming accidentally touched the porcelain plate with his chopsticks, the "ding-dang-dang" sound was a bit loud, and Professor Lu subconsciously frowned.
As for the two nannies, they were tactful enough not to have dinner with the host family.
Maybe others don't want to at all. Who would like to eat in such a depressing environment? Although you can only eat a few bites while standing in the kitchen, it is relaxing and comfortable.
"Let's eat."
For some reason, Professor Lu suddenly became dissatisfied again: "Why are you always looking at your phone?"
It turned out that she was blaming her daughter for often picking up her mobile phone to check messages while eating.
Song Shiwei was reading Chen Zhu's message.
Song Shiwei is not like Chen Zhuo, who can argue with his mother at will, because Professor Lu will be unhappy, angry, and feel that his authority is challenged.
So, Song Shiwei quickly finished her meal in two bites, put down her chopsticks and said calmly, "I'm done."
"Ah."
Professor Lu nodded.
It seemed that no one could leave the table without her consent.
But after my daughter picked up her phone and left, the huge restaurant became even emptier, and even the light from the crystal chandelier had a hint of the coldness of the Himalayas. The food was hot, but it tasted like ice when I chewed it in my mouth.
"Your……"
Lu Man wanted to say a few words to her husband.
Old Song just came back from a meeting in the capital. He has eaten at home very rarely since the New Year.
"I've eaten too."
Unexpectedly, her husband also put down his chopsticks, stood up and quickly left the table.
It seemed that if I stayed there for a moment longer, the food in my stomach would be pressed down and induce vomiting.
Professor Lu was stunned for a moment, then adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and silently swallowed the food that tasted like ice.
After eating, she took a deep breath and found that her husband and daughter were not in the living room or the study.
There were some faint 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, even more magnificent than it looks in the photos. The Water Cube looks like a night pearl when the lights are turned on at night. Anyway, you will be on summer vacation during the Olympics. Dad will get you some press passes so that you can enter the stadium and watch the games as you please..."
"You two, father and daughter, are talking about the Olympics here."
Lu Man pushed the door open and walked in.
Song Zuoming, who was speaking excitedly, and Song Shiwei, who was listening with a smile, subconsciously restrained the expressions on their faces.
How to describe it?
It was like a noisy high school classroom that instantly became quiet when the head teacher appeared.
When such a situation occurs in a school, it can only be said that the head teacher has prestige and has ways to discipline students.
But if this happens at home, it would be very discordant.
Lu Man also noticed this situation. This time, she didn't "care" about it. Instead, she smiled and said, "Weiwei, the day after tomorrow is your 19th birthday, remember?"
"Wow!"
Song Shiwei's eyelids twitched, as if a stone had fallen into a pool of water for no reason, and he suddenly had a bad premonition.
"That's how Mom arranged it."
Professor Lu said to himself: "Take you to the Friendship Store and Zhengjia Department Store to buy a few Chanel jackets. I found that you like the Chanel style..."
Many of Song Shiwei's clothes carry expensive luxury brand logos.
But almost none of them were bought by her herself. Instead, Professor Lu would buy them directly when he saw a suitable style while shopping.
However, I am a little disappointed that my daughter has never been interested in these clothes and jewelry since she was a child. Her reaction is completely "I will wear them if you ask me to."
On the contrary, she seemed to cherish the Chanel dress that she personally selected last year and paired with a fake diamond ring.
Lu Man thought that was the style her daughter liked, so she decided to buy two more as a birthday gift.
Professor Lu never thought that the problem might be the fake diamond ring.
"mom."
It was somewhat rare that Song Shiwei interrupted Professor Lu who was making plans.
"what happened?"
Lu Man was a little unhappy, but she didn't show it and asked back as gently as possible.
"I have other plans for my birthday."
Song Shiwei said softly.
The next moment, the temperature in the bedroom seemed to drop suddenly by more than ten degrees.
Song Zuoming suddenly got goose bumps on his arms. Even a leader of his level felt a little uneasy, which showed the huge pressure his wife usually brought him.
"What arrangements? With whom? To do what?"
Professor Lu coldly asked three questions.
The emotions in the voice were like fine cracks on the glaze, which shattered with a "bang" and spread throughout the house.
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(End of this chapter)