"Why are you knocking on the door again? Are you planning to give me one more because this cake is not good?"

Chen Zai muttered in his heart, he thought he was still a waiter in the hotel.

But after opening the door, the words "Damn" almost blurted out.

Song Zuomin and Lu Man stood in front of him in a dusty manner. Song Zuomin's expression was relatively calm. Professor Lu looked serious, and the gold-edged glasses reflected a sharp light.

They looked at Chen Jie for a while, and then they saw Song Shiwei inside.

Intact and safe.

It was visible to the naked eye, and the couple couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief at the same time.

"Uncle Song, Professor Lu——"

When Chen said hello, he was actually a little embarrassed, and he felt like he was caught and caught with someone else's daughter.

Of course, it is not surprising that Professor Lu and his friends come to Shanghai.

It is not uncommon to find this hotel.

It's just that the couple's speed is so fast.

If I had just taken a little longer, I might be able to meet on Huaihai Middle Road.

Faced with Chen's polite greetings, Song Zuomin looked slightly and showed no disgust in his attitude.

Lu Man asked sternly, "What are you doing in Weiwei's room?"

Chen was very smart. He knew what Professor Lu was worried about, so he scratched his head and explained, "My room is next door at 1805, here to celebrate Song Shiwei's birthday."

The subtext of this sentence is: Please rest assured Professor Lu, I am not the kind of pornographic critic who has not registered at the front desk and then sneaks to your daughter's room to sleep.

Although Chen Jie had this idea, he just happened to have no room, but he accidentally "saves" his life.

Hearing Chen said this, Lu Man's grim expression calmed down a little, but he didn't have a good look.

She hummed and walked into the room, looking at Song Shiwei inside the room.

My daughter's clothes were pretty neat, but her hair was a little messy, and her face was covered with a faint blush that seemed to be shining by the sunset.

However, there was no special odor in the room, and the quilt did not roll violently, so it should not be bullied.

Only then did Professor Lu completely relieved.

Song Zuomin followed behind and entered the room. When he passed by Chen Zhe, he patted his shoulder, as if he hoped that he would not care about Professor Lu's attitude.

Of course Chen Zhi wouldn't care. If Lao Song and Professor Lu came to him for a while, he wouldn't know if he could control himself and not eat Sister Sweet.

The movement at the door had already interrupted Song Shiwei who was making a wish.

She also didn't expect her parents to arrive so soon, and she was stunned for a moment.

Professor Lu held a small Kun bag on his shoulder and slowly approached the round table where Song Shiwei was.

"Looking" flat high heels stepped on the carpet, making a muffled sound, one after another, as if it was the sound of a bullet hitting the body.

It sounds a little depressed.

The originally slim figure seemed to have expanded many times under the action of candlelight.

It is like a dark cloud in the sky, covering the stars on this birthday night.

"It's really scary-"

Chen thought silently.

In just these two short steps, he could feel a huge sense of oppression, so thick that the air became thinner, and even free breathing became a luxury.

I only dare to breathe a little, and at the same time I must carefully observe Professor Lu's attitude.

As long as she frowned, she subconsciously wanted to hold her breath.

Not to mention living with such people, even if you are a colleague, Chen feels that he will have a short life.

I don’t know how School Beauty Song survived these years!

Although Mao Xiaoqin also hoped that her son would become successful, Chen Zhu was instilled with the idea of ​​"no pressure, no motivation" when he was in high school, but he had a certain degree.

Compared with Professor Lu, Dr. Mao is as tolerant as a parent who encourages his children to get tattoos.

"Cough~"

Finally, Lu Man stopped by the table, and was several dozen centimeters away from his daughter, frowned and stared at him.

Song Shiwei sat on the stool with a calm expression.

The swaying candlelight on the simple cake swayed little by little on the beautiful face.

The eyes were like two balls of flames that were lit. Every time I blinked, the emotions in my eyes seemed to be revealed by candlelight.

"Is the birthday cake here delicious?"

After a moment, Professor Lu spoke.

She looked down from top to bottom, "You need to travel thousands of miles to come to Shanghai to taste? Do you know how worried your dad and I are?"

"here we go again-"

Song Zuomin sighed deeply. His wife remembered that she didn't get angry in person, but what's the difference between this sarcasm?

"Okay, OK."

Lao Song, who felt sorry for his daughter, immediately said, "Shanghai is not bad, it is the Oriental Pearl, a Shili foreign market, and a sea garden. It's no big deal if Weiwei wants to change the city and change the environment to celebrate her birthday, it's not a big deal."

Lu Man is very dissatisfied with the fact that every time she teaches her daughter, her husband is helping her.

She even felt that Chen Jie's reason for her daughter's "rebelliousness" now is now, but it has a lot to do with her husband's long-term indulgence.

She turned her head and stared at Song Zuomin: "I ordered her birthday cake in Guangzhou and bought her birthday gift in advance. Isn't it better than this broken little cake?"

After saying that, Professor Lu took out an exquisite Dior gift box from his bag and placed it on the table with a "huh".

Professor Lu must be really angry, and his movements are a bit large.

Because of Song Shiwei's birthday over the years, Lu Man would prepare some gifts every time, but his daughter would deal with it in a slight way.

But the moment she pushed the door open, she found that there were some faint smiles that had not been able to restrain her daughter, which meant that she was very happy the moment before.

Lu Man felt very uncomfortable. He had to prepare hard. Could it be that he could not match such a simple broken cake?

However, Sister sweet's reaction this time was still the same as usual.

She didn't even take a look at that gift box from Dior.

Instead, he looked at the small candlelight on the cake with some concern, and was almost blown out by the airflow caused by his mother's violent movements.

fortunately!

Although the candlelight was weak, it finally stabilized.

Song Shi's slightly clear eyes returned to tranquility.

"Spray!"

Chen saw all this and felt very emotional.

In fact, Professor Lu didn't know what Sister Sweet wanted at all. She seemed to be just buying gifts based on the concept of "I think you like it", and did not consider the other party's ideas at all.

To give an inappropriate example, Sister Sweet is like a "toy".

Of course, in Professor Lu's mind, this toy must be more important than her own life.

However, every move, every piece of beautiful clothes, and every sentence of this toy must be carried out according to Professor Lu's wishes.

It is actually very internal to have such elders at home.

They seem to be striving for excellence and reject any mistakes and imperfections, but in fact the underlying logic is to hope that every family member will listen to them.

Because they can make mistakes, but others can't.

After forcing family members to collapse, they use the name of "love" or "I'm all for your own good".

Standing on the commanding heights of morality to blame others.

But this problem is really difficult to solve, because they are basically elders of direct blood relatives, and they subjectively think that they are "for your own good".

Just like the problem between Professor Lu and School Beauty Song, Chen cannot solve it at present.

Unless something major change occurs, Lu Man can repent.

However, with their family conditions, there is basically no major problem.

"Guangzhou cake has one flavor, and Shanghai cake has another flavor."

Fortunately, Lao Song was at home, so he helped his daughter explain again: "It won't be wasted even if you order it. You can wait until Weiwei returns to eat."

Mr. Song is like a "tutor" at home. Whenever there is a problem, he will hurry up and smooth things over or make up for it.

Although it cannot completely stop the wife's terrifying desire to dominate, it can at least open up a space and give her daughter a chance to breathe.

"When will you go back?"

Professor Lu said aggressively: "Are you buying a ticket now?"
To be continued...