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

Li Guizhi is already in her early eighties, but she doesn't look decadent. She is strong and has bright eyes. When she saw Song Xun, she said cheerfully:

"Xiaoqing is finally back. I bought you some cherries yesterday. Eat more. It's not easy for you to come back."

She sat down next to Song Xun and said, "I really have to thank you for what happened last time, otherwise your uncle might not be able to come out now."

Zhang Jianwen had an honest and simple look, and he was equally kind to Song Xun: "Stay a little longer this time, and let your mother make more delicious food for you."

Song Xun was about to refuse when Zhang Guizhi suddenly shouted towards the kitchen: "Why isn't the meal ready yet? Xiao Qinggan is waiting!"

Zhang Jianwen, who originally had a kind expression, also changed his expression when facing Wang Zhidan.

"I told you a long time ago to cook early today. What are you doing staying at home all day?"

"And why haven't you touched the clothes I asked you to wash this morning? I need to wear them this afternoon. What can you do? You eat and use my things, and you have no choice..."

Zhang Guizhi suddenly coughed a few times and winked at him: "The child is still here, you can't control your mouth."

She looked at Song Xun again and said, "Your uncle is just impatient and good at talking, nothing else."

Song Xun was a little stunned for a moment. The two men habitually yelled at Wang Zhidan and did not restrain themselves even when there were outsiders around. It was obvious that their attitude towards Wang Zhidan was like this in normal times, or even worse.

Wang Zhidan simply apologized humbly and finished six dishes and one soup by himself.

Even when it was time to eat, he was busy serving food to people and there was no time to sit down.

Song Xun stood up with the bowl in hand: "I can do it myself."

But soon, he was pulled down by Zhang Guizhi.

"Just let your mother do these things, it's okay."

Zhang Guizhi gave him a chicken drumstick and said, "Today, I want to ask you for a favor."

Song Xun didn't pick up his chopsticks.

Zhang Guizhi: "Don't blame me for being too senior. Just think of it as me asking you for a favor. Your uncle was fired from his job two years ago. Now he can only drive a taxi and doesn't make much money."

"Dongdong's education costs money, and the whole family needs money every day. The family relies on your uncle alone to support it, and what happened a while ago."

She stared at Song Xun eagerly: "If it wasn't really difficult, I wouldn't be able to ask for this. Grandma would like to borrow 100,000 yuan from you. Do you think it's okay?"

Zhang Guizhi is a shrewd person who is good at calculating. She says she is borrowing, but she may not pay it back in the end.

Song Xun lowered his eyes slightly, suddenly feeling a little chilled.

Perhaps today's special invitation, under the pretext of a mother missing her child, was actually intended to squeeze out the last bit of value from a person whom she hadn't seen for many years and whom she had never taken seriously.

Under Zhang Guizhi's close gaze, Song Xun stood up and said, "I don't have any extra money to lend you."

Zhang Guizhi: "You took the 30,000 yuan just like that, how come you don't have any money at all? Don't give me face. Just think more about Dongdong. He is your brother. As a brother, you can't just ignore everything."

"Besides, you helped your uncle once last time, what will happen if you help him again?"

Song Xun corrected her: "I'm not helping him." If it weren't for Wang Zhidan, even if Zhang Jianwen was really sentenced, what would it have to do with him.

Pushing the chair away, he finally said, "You guys eat, I won't bother you anymore."

Song Xun turned and left. The moment the door closed, the sound of a chair being kicked over was heard from inside.

Zhang Jianwen's angry roar was then heard.

"Bah, I raised him for two years, what a character he is, an ungrateful bastard——"

"Zhang Dongwang, don't learn from him in the future. It would be unnecessary for me to strangle a son like him to death with my own hands."

Song Xun took the elevator downstairs, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief when the cool breeze outside blew.

He thought he shouldn't have come this time.

Song Xun stood still for a moment, ready to leave, when he suddenly heard a woman's voice calling out from behind him. He turned around and saw it was Wang Zhidan.

The woman ran out breathlessly, eager to explain: "I, I really didn't know. They were going to ask you for money. If I had known, I wouldn't have asked you to come. Don't listen to them. Keep your own money. Today..."

"Do you want to leave here?" Song Xun interrupted her, his eyes falling on the red and swollen slap mark on the woman's cheek.

He wanted to ask this question on behalf of Meng Qing. If possible, he would try his best to help her.

Wang Zhidan was stunned for a long time after hearing this, and then smiled awkwardly: "This is my home, where can I go? Don't worry about these things, live your life well, don't be like mom, be happy."

Song Xun was not surprised to hear such an answer.

Although Wang Zhidan was treated coldly by Zhang Jianwen, she was still dependent on him and they had a child.

Song Xun said goodbye to Wang Zhidan for the last time. Before leaving, he looked up and back.

Zhang Dongwang stuck his head out of the high window and stared in that direction. When he saw Songxun turning around, he stretched out his arm and waved, "Goodbye, brother."

Because of the distance, Song Xun couldn't hear what he said, but just waved at him and turned away.

What happened at Zhang's house today did have some impact on Song Xun. He was not in good shape and was in a bad mood during the live broadcast that night.

After taking advantage of the live broadcast time, Song Xun prepared to wash up and go to bed early.

Jiang Shunchuan’s message came.

——Jiang Shunchuan: Are you in a bad mood today?

——Jiang Shunchuan: What happened?

Song Xun sat down again, tapping his fingertips.

——Qingqing: I’m a little unhappy…

After realizing what he had said, Song Xun quickly deleted the words on the send column and became dazed.

He just subconsciously wanted to find Jiang Shunchuan to complain, and the act of complaining corresponds to wanting to get the other person's comfort and guidance to provide emotional value for himself.

When a person encounters something unhappy, he will not talk to strangers, including his boss, colleagues, cleaning lady, etc., because you know that you will not get the reaction you want from these people.

In this situation, you will only choose close friends, family, and lovers, and expect their care and comfort.

Song Xun stared at his phone for a while and re-edited the message.

——Qingqing: No, maybe I didn’t sleep well last night. Don’t worry, brother.

Jiang Shunchuan did not relax his frown after receiving the message. He was sure that the young anchor had encountered something unhappy. His eyes were dull during the live broadcast, and his drooping head was heartbreaking.

He wanted to rush to the computer, hug the person in his arms and comfort him carefully, and then find the person who made him angry and vent his anger.

Jiang Shunchuan felt annoyed. He didn't know the situation on the young anchor's side. There was a network and distance between them. He could do nothing but worry.

This discovery made him unhappy.

Jiang Shunchuan opened the door and prepared to go downstairs to drink some water to cool down.

Jiang Wan was talking about work with his father.

"Don't worry, I can handle the project cooperation negotiations in Lin City. He may be an old fox, but I'm not stupid."

"This time, you should also inspect the branch office."

As Jiang's father was instructing his daughter, he happened to see Jiang Shunchuan coming downstairs and said quickly, "Go to Lin City with your sister this time and learn more."

Jiang Shunchuan instinctively wanted to refuse, but the two familiar words made him pause.

Linshi, the city where the anchor sent out the lottery gifts.

Jiang Shunchuan squeezed the cup tightly and asked, "When are we going?"

Father Jiang: “The day after tomorrow.”

"can."

The father and daughter did not react until Jiang Shunchuan took the water upstairs.

Father Jiang looked at Jiang Wan: "Did he agree?"

Jiang Wan looked back: "Should be."

Jiang Shunchuan agreed too easily this time and was too easy to talk to, it seemed unreal.