What Wang Zai did reminded Ruan Xia of herself. She was like this when she was a child. Every time her parents came to see her, she always liked to take her mother around. At that time, her mother didn’t ask her, so she also It's a pity that she didn't take the initiative to mention her little thoughts like Wangzai. If you think about it carefully, if she was like Wangzai when she was young, maybe her mother would understand her thoughts and emotions.
Will there be a kind of miss between parents and children? Maybe.
When the child wants to express, the parents don't understand, or they don't have time. By the time the parents want to listen, the child has learned to hide their thoughts and no longer wants to express.
Ruan Xia squatted down, hugged the soft little fat man, and said softly: "Well, Wang Zai is also a good boy of mother."
Wang Zai hugged Ruan Xia back, and even stroked her hair with his fat paws.
The mother and son got tired of it for a while, and returned to Song Tingshen's office, and whispered on the sofa again. Under Ruan Xia's repeated reminders, Wang Zai's voice became smaller and smaller, and he seemed to realize that his father was at work. Talking loudly will disturb him.
By the time Song Tingshen finished his work, it was already around 5:40. He cleared up the desktop, turned off the computer, picked up the car keys and walked to the sofa, "I'm done, let's start before the traffic jam."
Wangzai held Ruan Xia with one hand and Song Tingshen with the other, and was sandwiched between the couple, bouncing out of the office. Like other companies, Song’s got off work at six in the afternoon. The employees saw Song Tingshen come out , They all hurriedly pretended to be busy, either answering the phone or making calls, or typing on the keyboard wholeheartedly, trying to create an atmosphere for the boss that they are busy all the time.
"What are you looking at?" Song Ting asked when he saw Ruan Xia kept looking at the staff area.
Ruan Xia sighed with happiness, "I just feel that my work seems to be a matter of my previous life."
When Song Ting heard her mentioning going to work, Song Ting subtly twitched the corners of his mouth. In her life, the last time she went to work was when the Song family was on stage.
Ruan Xia thought about how hard she had to go to and from work every day before crossing, how was she feeling at that time, just like the joke on Weibo, looking at the luxury cars such as Lamborghini and Porsche on the road, she wanted to rush forward desperately Go beat the window, roar loudly, come and support me, sand sculpture!
"Didn't you say you wanted to find a job a while ago? How is it going?" Song Tingshen asked.
Ruan Xia shook her head, "Now I still want to teach English to foreigners, and then learn to bake... After I finish learning, I will think about whether I want to do something, otherwise staying at home is not a problem."
Song Tingshen really wanted to say, haven't you been at home for four years and still doing well
"My suggestion is that you don't need to go to work in other companies." Song Tingshen tried his best to be tactful, "Because there is a four-year gap between you, and you haven't worked in these four years, and you don't have solid work experience. This is in employers. You have been derailed from society in recent years. They will weigh whether you can adapt to the fast pace of workplace life. Therefore, if you are looking for a job, you may start from the lowest level. I think you You may not be able to get used to it.”
Ruan Xia: "..."
Fine, he was telling the truth.
"Go on."
Seeing that Ruan Xia was not angry, Song Ting went on to say, "Of course, as long as you can bear the hardships, start everything from scratch. At your current age, it is not a problem to make some achievements in the workplace."
However, if she had been able to bear hardships, she would not have chosen to set him up in the first place.
Song Tingshen didn't say this out of desire to survive, it's good for everyone to know it well.
"Since you are interested in making desserts, you can be your own boss and open a shop in the future." Song Ting paused, "If you really want to do something, I suggest you be your own boss, you can open a company or a shop. But The premise is that you have to know that line of business, otherwise it will be easy to be fooled by others."
Ruan Xia's eyes lit up, but then she became depressed, "What if I lose money."
I always feel that a person like her is really not suitable for business.
Song Tingshen seemed to be amused by her words, and there was a smile in his eyes, "No one can guarantee that he will make a steady profit in business. If you are interested, try it."
Ruan Xia is not afraid of what the boss said. Anyway, she is rich now, so she nodded happily, "Then I will think about it."
In fact, her dream since she was a child was also to open a store by herself, but she thinks differently at different ages. Sometimes she wants to open a flower shop, sometimes she wants to open a milk tea shop, and sometimes she wants to open a bookstore...
"If you need me, just ask." Song Tingshen said.
Wang Zai, who was rarely used as the background board, also hurriedly said: "Mum, if you need me, just say, I have lucky money!"
"Do you have New Year's money?" Ruan Xia's attention was immediately attracted, and she began to trick Xiaopang, "How much? Where is it?"
Wang Zai shook Song Tingshen's hand triumphantly, "Father, do I have lucky money? Tell mom how much I have."
Song Ting coughed a few times, and said to Ruan Xia: "When he was one year old, I opened a card for him, which contained red envelopes from his father-in-law, mother-in-law and some of my friends. I just mentioned it once, but I didn't expect him to still remember."
It seems that this kid has always been very concerned and sensitive about his belongings.
Wang Zai said generously: "Dad, give all my money to Mom, I don't need it anyway."
Ruan Xia accepted it unceremoniously, "You remember what you said today, if you grow up crying and asking me to pay back the money, I won't pay back a dime."
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With children around, Song Tingshen naturally wouldn't order a romantic French restaurant. He ordered a private restaurant with a good reputation, but this restaurant takes a high-end route. If you have money, you may not be able to eat right away. You need to book it in advance. Long-term appointments are also limited to receive guests every day.
When getting off the car, Ruan Xia didn't forget to carry the paper bag. After following the waiter into the box, she took out the six-inch cake that was made in the afternoon from the paper bag.
"I'm running out of time, and my current level is limited, so I can't make a very delicate cake." Ruan Xia took a deep look at Song Ting, "Happy birthday."
Song Ting was deeply surprised, obviously wondering how Ruan Xia knew that today was his birthday.
Wang Zai doesn’t know either, it’s definitely not what he said, and few people around him know about it, and the few people who know about it all have families and start businesses, so I probably don’t remember them, and they have nothing to do with Ruan Xia, so Where did Ruan Xia know about it
"I accidentally found the marriage certificate when I was packing today." Ruan Xia explained, "I didn't prepare any gifts for you. I don't think you should be short of anything, so I can only prepare this A cake."
Song Ting was silent for a moment, and said, "Thank you, I like it very much."
Wang Zai was happy to have a cake to eat. As soon as he sat down, he was about to urge to cut the cake. Ruan Xia glanced at him, "Didn't you hear that today is Dad's birthday, so you didn't prepare any present for Dad?"
"...I don't know." Wang Zai accused very calmly, "Mom, you are too, and you didn't tell me."
Ruan Xia looked at him with a smile, "Then you know now. Didn't you show it at all?"
Wang Zai thought for a while, "Then let me sing a song for Dad!"
After lighting the candles, Ruan Xia deliberately turned off the lights in the box. Before she could sit down, she heard Wang Zai singing the birthday song loudly.
In fact, his pentatonic tone is a bit out of tune, but even if the child's soft, waxy and milky voice is out of tune, it is very cute. Ruan Xia applauds very much, and sometimes needs to give the child a little encouragement. If not, he will be a superstar in the future Woolen cloth.
Song Tingshen's eyes were soft. He looked at his lovely son, and then inadvertently looked at Ruan Xia who was smiling sweetly at his son with his head tilted, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
The family of three shared the cake. Ruan Xia decided to break the precept for Song Tingshen's birthday today. You must know that she didn't even dare to eat more staple food for dinner during this period. Fortunately, the cake she made was not big. After I ate it, there was still some left over, and I happened to have an appetite for food.
There was a child around, and Song Tingshen didn't usually drink much, so he just let the restaurant serve juice.
"Wang Zai, come on, raise the cup, let's wish Dad a happy birthday." Ruan Xia picked up the cup, and Wang Zai learned immediately.
Song Tingshen had no choice but to pick up the glass next to his hand, and the three glasses collided together, making a crisp sound.
In fact, for a man in his thirties, birthday is not important at all. When he is young and energetic, he will invite a few friends to have dinner and drink to celebrate. In recent years, everyone has been busy with their own affairs, and there is no time to gather together. Together, in the first two years, Wang Zai was too young, and he couldn't bring it out at all, so this day is nothing special from ordinary days.
I don't know what's going on this year, but a family of three wants to come out for a meal.
He didn't want to tell Ruan Xia at first, it was just like the last time at Pizza Hut, it was just a meal, and he didn't intend to add any name here.
She didn't expect to know, and she didn't expect to prepare a birthday cake.
Song Tingshen only had two thoughts in his mind now, one was that someone helped to celebrate the birthday, which seemed to be a good feeling, and the other was that the cake just now was even more delicious than the ones he had eaten before.
"Thank you." Song Ting looked at Ruan Xia seriously and said seriously.