100 ways to be a scumbag boss

Song Guizhou turned around and faced his father's expressionless face.

"Your mother told me to stay here and keep an eye on you."

"What am I not doing?"

"Your mother said you will definitely come back tonight."

Song Guizhou: Is the feeling of being predicted so exciting?

He went back reluctantly.

After the door closed, Song's father walked to the cooking table and looked at Song's mother who was cutting fruit.

"Azhen, the children are grown up, and it's not easy for Xiaozhou, so why don't we just turn a blind eye and forget it."

"No, our Huanhuan is a serious little girl, how can we let Xiaozhou ruin her? I tell you, you are here to keep an eye on the child's father tonight. I will come in the middle of the night. If I really feel sorry for your son, Go back tomorrow and let the old man and the old lady take a look, choose a date for them, and make a reservation first."

Mother Song is here. She knows very well about this child in her family. If she doesn't keep watch tonight, she will definitely come again secretly later.

Song's father has the final say in matters outside, and Song's mother basically decides everything at home, especially Song Guizhou's education.

Of course, the child Song Guizhou has been self-disciplined since he was a child and does not need to be controlled. Song's mother finally has something to control Song Guizhou, which cannot help but exert the supervisory role of parents.

After Jinhuan closed the door and was about to continue playing games, Song Guizhou called again.

"Huanhuan, please open the balcony door."

"Ah good."

The two of them lived next door to each other. They opened the balcony window and jumped over easily with Song Guizhou's skills.

Jinhuan opened the window as he requested.

"Can you?"

Wow, this sentence is so exciting. If it’s not possible, then it’s okay!

"I can do it. Huanhuan, please give in."

He grabbed the window frame and jumped this way.

The next second the little girl was picked up.

"Huaner."

As soon as her long crow-green hair touched the quilt, there was a knock on the door outside.

"Huanhuan, aunt cut some fruit for you."

Song Guizhou froze.

Jin Huan was stunned for a moment, then laughed softly: "Uncle, why don't you hide first, or do you go back first?"

Song Guizhou stood up helplessly: "I'm hiding in the closet."

"it is good."

"Click."

Jinhuan opened the door.

"Auntie, this cherry is so big." Jinhuan helped her carry it.

"Hey, no, no, no, aunt is here." She put the fruit plate on Jin Huan's bedside table.

"Thank you auntie."

"What kind of fruit does Huanhuan like? Auntie will buy it tomorrow." Song's mother likes this little girl very much. The more she looks at her, the more she likes her. She only has one son in her life. She used to have family planning and couldn't have more children, so there was nothing she could do.

She had long thought about caring for her daughter-in-law as her own daughter.

"Huanhuan, our Xiaozhou has a dull temper. He has been like a blockhead since he was a child. If he makes you unhappy, just tell your aunt."

Song Guizhou hiding in the cabinet:...

"Okay, if he makes me unhappy, I will complain to you."

"Oh, by the way, Auntie will beat him when the time comes. Even though he is now a warden, boys still have to be taken care of."

"Okay, Auntie." She smiled sweetly.

"By the way, auntie has prepared pajamas for you. I don't know what kind you like." She said as she stood up to open the cupboard door.

"Hey, don't, Auntie!"

Unfortunately...it was too late, Song's mother had already opened the cabinet door.

For a moment, big eyes versus small eyes were very lively...