Quick Wear: But I just want to be a little transparent

Song Xun really didn't understand the meaning of Chen Pei's words before he left.

I wanted to send a message to ask, but considering that Chen Pei was busy, I held back and decided to wait for him to come back before asking.

As a result, I forgot about it and fell asleep.

Early in the morning, Song Xun was awakened by a knock on the door, and Chen Pei's voice was heard outside.

"Get up and go downstairs."

I looked at the time and it was only half past seven.

Song Xun usually sleeps until ten o'clock. During this period, he has been taking care of Zheng Lanxing and gets up at eight o'clock every day. He thought he could have a good sleep when he came back, but he was woken up anyway.

Normally Chen Pei wouldn't call him.

Song Xun didn't have time to think about these things. He closed his eyes, brushed his teeth and washed his face, then put on some clothes and went downstairs.

Chen Pei was already downstairs. Strangely, he was dressed very formally today. In the past, when he was at home, he would just wear pajamas for comfort.

Seeing him coming downstairs, Chen Pei glanced up and down at him: "Is that how you dress?"

Song Xun glanced at his clothes, a black hooded sweatshirt: "What's wrong?"

Most of Chen Jinyan's clothes follow the latest fashion trends, but he likes simple styles. This shirt has velvet inside, which is very comfortable.

Chen Pei stared at him for a long while.

Song Xun, wearing a simple hooded sweatshirt, has a more youthful and childish look that has not been seen before, especially when he looks up at people, it is easy to make people feel soft-hearted.

Chen Pei: "Forget it, let's just leave it at that."

Song Xun was confused and found that Chen Pei always liked to leave his words half-sentenced. He looked at his clothes again and began to hesitate whether to go upstairs to change.

At this time, there was a noise at the door.

"Sir, Madam, welcome home."

Song Xun turned his head and saw a man and a woman coming in from the door.

The man looked serious and meticulous, with his hands behind his back, waiting for the woman beside him. The woman, wearing high heels and with warm wine red hair, was lowering her head to change her shoes, and the shopping bag in her hand was taken by the servant.

Song Xun saw the shadow of Chen Pei on the faces of the two men and instantly understood their identities.

Chen Hongbo, Yang Zhilan, Chen Pei and Chen Jinyan's parents.

So why didn't anyone tell him that these two were coming back today? No notice at all!

He finally understood what Chen Pei meant yesterday, but it was too late.

After entering the room, both of them approached Chen Pei. Chen Hongbo first talked about company matters, but was then interrupted by his wife. Yang Zhilan stepped forward and hugged her eldest son.

Complained: "When we meet, all you do is talk about work. Aren't you annoying?"

Chen Hongbo smiled and the seriousness on his face completely faded when he faced his wife.

The three of them hadn't seen each other for a long time, so naturally they had a lot to talk about.

Song Xun moved to the side, his fear of seeing people coming back again. He prayed that the three of them could chat for a while longer and that they wouldn't notice him.

As expected, Yang Zhilan raised her head and looked around, and happened to meet the gaze of Song Xun, who had a terrified look on his face.

Yang Zhilan stared at him for a moment, then strode towards him.

Song Xun didn't even have the chance to speak before his face was grabbed and rubbed.

"Why has Jinyan gained weight? He doesn't even call for his mother when he sees her."

The flesh in her hands was so elastic and soft that Yang Zhilan couldn't help rubbing it a little more. She went forward and hugged Song Xun: "You've really gained weight. It seems you eat well."

Song Xun froze immediately.

Yang Zhilan has a warm and cheerful personality, but she is not enthusiastic about her youngest son. She even said in private that her youngest son is not like her at all, and there is not much affection in her words.

This doesn't look like it.

The situation is a bit complicated now. Song Xun's voice is split: "Mom."

Chen Hongbo also noticed this. His face became serious again. He looked at Song Xun for a moment and asked, "What are you wearing?"

Chen Hongbo is used to being serious. Whether at work or at home, he is usually strict in disciplining his two children. Chen Jinyan has always been afraid of him.

Song Xun was even more afraid of him. After being scolded, he didn't even know where to put his hands.

There is probably only one person in this family who is not afraid of him.

Yang Zhilan put the hoodie on Song Xun's back, walked two steps away and looked at him carefully, "What's wrong with wearing it like this? It's very cute, I think it's good."

Chen Hongbo: "We are already graduates, it is not a big deal to dress like this when we start working."

"Your old-fashioned ideas should be eliminated. Children can wear whatever they want."

Song Xun was trapped between the two people and dared not speak, allowing Yang Zhilan to continue to torment him.

Yang Zhilan observed her little son for a long time, and suddenly an idea came to her mind: "Jinyan, go dye your hair with mom tomorrow. Gold suits you very well."

"No thanks." Song Xun refused weakly. He quite liked his black hair.

Fortunately, Chen Pei stood up at this time and changed the subject: "Mom, didn't you say on the phone that you brought us gifts?"

When Yang Zhilan heard this, she quickly ran to look for it in her shopping bag.

Song Xun successfully saved his hair and gave Chen Pei a grateful look.

Yang Zhilan brought a limited edition, out-of-print fountain pen for Chen Pei. She knew her eldest son's preferences and chose one that interested him.

Songxun also received a gift, a watch of a foreign brand, but it was a bit too mature.

Yang Zhilan probably noticed this and felt a little embarrassed: "You came back in a hurry. I'll give it to you next time."

“No need, I like it very much.” Song Xun carefully put the watch away and thanked him sincerely.

He has always been very accepting and not overly picky.

Yang Zhilan herself seemed dissatisfied: "No, next time Mom will definitely choose something you like."

Her expression was firm, so Song Xun had no choice but to accept it: "Thank you, Mom."

After more than half a year, the family got together for breakfast.

After dinner, Chen Hongbo and Chen Pei went to the company together. Yang Zhilan hadn’t adjusted to the jet lag, so she went back to her room to sleep.

Song Xun always liked to stay in his room and rarely came out except to eat, and this time was no exception.

I instinctively felt strange and uncomfortable with the two extra people in the house, and I liked to stay in my room even more.

At seven o'clock in the evening, Song Xun was called to the third floor.

This was his first time going up to the third floor. He was completely confused and knocked nervously on the heavy wooden door twice.

"Enter."

Song Xun pushed the door open and went in. Chen Hongbo was sitting behind the desk, and Chen Pei was also inside. The atmosphere was a bit heavy.

Chen Hongbo: "Do you know why I asked you to come here?"

Song Xun glanced at Chen Pei quietly. The other party did not respond, so he could only shake his head truthfully: "I don't know."

The word "I don't know" made the atmosphere in the room even heavier.

Chen Hongbo snorted: "Chen Pei asked you to join the company, why don't you go?"

Song Xun brought up the reason why he went back to Chen Pei last time: "I want to find a job outside."

Facts have proved that Chen Hongbo is not as easy to talk to and perfunctory as Chen Pei.

"Three months after graduation, have you found a job? Do you want to be a vagrant or rely on your family for support?"

Chen Hongbo didn't care about his youngest son's face and self-esteem at all.