Marriage is not out of date: the president's wife is polite

Hearing what his father said, Chen Xinrao hesitated a bit. Seeing that she didn't need to borrow money, Chen's mother quickly persuaded:
"Your father has won such a big case this time. If our family can successfully complete it, we will be able to get rid of those people's prejudices... Besides, it's not that your father doesn't have a partner. He will naturally return it to you when the funds are in place. of."

"Since Dad needs it, I'll take it out."

After careful consideration in her mind, Chen Xinrao finally compromised. She went upstairs and took down the assets that Mr. Song had given her over the years, and put them in front of Father Chen:
"Although I don't know how much this total is, it should be able to solve your urgent needs, father."

The matter of funds was settled. Looking at the well-behaved and sensible daughter in front of him, Father Chen nodded in relief. He took the stack of documents and said, "When Dad makes money, I will return these to you double and add them to your dowry! "

The ambition in Chen's father's eyebrows raised hope in Chen Xinrao's heart. She looked at her mother who was also smiling, and nodded emphatically.

The First Hospital of City A, senior ward.

The glucose was flowing bit by bit, and the room was terribly quiet. A nurse inserted a bouquet of camellias into the vase on the bedside table as requested by the family members, and the rich fragrance gradually permeated the whole room.

Song Zhenguo woke up from this fragrance.

His old and lifeless eyes focused for a moment, but quickly dimmed, as if he was thinking about something, and after a long time, he let out a long sigh.

"woke up?"

A male voice came from the place covered by shadows, and Song Zhenguo trembled in shock. He looked along the source of the sound and saw a vague figure sitting upright in the shadows. However, Song Zhenguo still recognized it. who is he.

"Inverse, inverse son!"

He cursed in a trembling voice, and then stretched out his body and lay on the bed, panting heavily. This sudden change made all his hard work in the first half of his life in vain, and also made his originally tough The body turned sharply.

"Today, when my father is lying on the bed like this, do you have any regrets?"

Song Bingjue didn't feel the slightest bit about his words. He stood up and stood by the bed. He looked at the old man with freckles on his face and shortness of breath, with complex emotions of pity and sarcasm in his eyes.

"The only thing I regret is giving birth to you!"

The person in front of him is still his own flesh and blood, and he even ganged up with outsiders to deal with him and let him lose face in front of so many people. Every time Song Zhenguo thinks about how those people will talk about him behind his back, he has an urge to vomit blood:
"Sheep can kneel and suckle, and crows know how to feed back... You evil beast only knows how to plot against your father! What crimes did I, Song Zhenguo, do!"

Seeing him struggling to beat the bed in front of him to express his anger, Song Bingjue didn't show any extra expression. He just picked up the camellia plant inserted by the nurse with one hand. Song Zhenguo's eyeballs followed him, looking naturally Seeing his actions, I was shocked and couldn't help trembling:

"I've been pushed to this point, are you still thinking about how to kill me? Song Bingjue, you are so cruel!"

"What is father thinking?"

Taking a slight glance at Song Zhenguo who was terrified, Song Bingjue took off a camellia and brought it to Song Zhenguo, letting him see the flower in his hand clearly, and said:

"I just thought that this camellia is my mother's favorite flower. My father and mother are deeply in love. I believe you must know it better than me."

"Don't mention that woman to me!"

Exhausting all the strength in his body, he knocked down the camellia flower in front of him. When Song Zhenguo thought of the word "Song Qing", he couldn't help but gritted his teeth and said:

"It's really bad luck for eight lifetimes that I only met a woman with a heart like Song Qing! Even if she dies, she won't live in peace, and she will plot against me!"

"Yeah, I was very surprised when I took these things from my mother. How did she, a woman who never walks out of the door, manage all this quietly? Or, she How did you come to this decision?"

Song Bingjue also had deep doubts in his eyes. He directly ignored the "patient" who was gnashing his teeth and had an extremely ferocious facial expression, and said to himself:
"I thought she would endure like this for the rest of her life."

He tried his best to slap the bed, trying to shut up Song Bingjue, but Song Zhenguo's dizzy old eyes were wide open, staring at this son who was almost an enemy:

"Shut up... shut up, shut up!"

"How can I shut up? At this time, I want to help my father review your family history and do the math for you. Whether you have been working hard for so many years, is it a loss or a profit?"

For Song Zhenguo's actions, Song Bingjue expected everything. He looked at this extremely arrogant man at this time, and snorted lightly:
"Speaking of which, I should call you Zhao Zhenguo."

"!"

Staring at him, Song Zhenguo couldn't say anything more to refute the son who called him powerless, he just stared at him, using this way to vent his dissatisfaction.

"Zhao Zhenguo was born in a small town. Your family background is in the upper middle class in that small town. After hard work, you won the first chance to change your destiny - you were admitted to a good university."

As if reading a character review, Song Bingjue said to the man lying on the hospital bed. He was not even interested in knowing his reaction, and continued to say:

"In college, your self-esteem as a person from a small place was severely hit, and your original advantages no longer existed, so you studied harder and got the opportunity to enter the Song Group as an intern."

……

Perhaps it was because he realized that he could not shut him up, Song Zhenguo was panting in silence, listening to him tell the story of the first half of his life, he gradually fell into peace and remembrance.

He thought he was the proud son of heaven, but in fact he found that such proud sons of heaven abound.

Self-confidence, arrogance, low self-esteem, unconvinced.

Like every young man who walks out of the small town, Zhao Zhenguo has endless yearning for the outside world.

He wears brand-new pull-back rubber shoes, and his clothes are the best. His father gives him 300 yuan a month in pocket money—this has far exceeded the living expenses of his former high school classmates.

With pride and a sense of superiority, he walked into the eight-person university dormitory. A boy sitting on the lower bunk had fashionable long hair and was holding a game console that was popular at the time. He looked up and saw him coming in. , and quickly lowered his head again, as if he were an insignificant figure.

He walked past him, saw the words "made in Japan" on the game console, and felt the gap between rich and poor for the first time.

Other roommates arrived one after another. One was wearing imported high-end clothes and was still showing off the new shoes on his feet; , but lay an outdated machine that his father bought for him with gritted teeth.

It turned out that many people in the world had a colorful life, but he was the only one whose vision was restricted by that small county town, thinking that what he had was the best.

So he studied hard, tried hard to imitate the behavior of those "superior people", packaged himself with his scholarship, and tried to integrate himself into them.

But it's useless, the circle of rich people doesn't accept people like him who look like they come from a small place.

When he was complaining and complaining about himself, a person appeared in his life.

Song Qing.

When he was an intern at the Song Group during the summer vacation, he hurriedly walked in the corridor with a large stack of documents in his arms. He used the mobile phone his father bought him to tell his roommate that he would not go back tonight, but the next second he bumped into it. Alone, the piles of documents were scattered all over the place in an instant. He quickly hung up the phone and apologized while packing up the documents. A hand as white as jade stretched out in front of his eyes and helped him to collect them.

"It's not your fault, I bumped into you accidentally."

A clear female voice sounded like a bell in front of him, and he couldn't help but look up. The hair of the woman in a light yellow dress was loosened, covering her delicate nose, revealing only a pair of gentle and demure eyebrows and eyes. Extremely.

The two worked together and quickly finished picking up the things. Only then did he see her whole picture clearly:

The brows and eyes are gentle, the face is delicate, and it is expensive.The bag she was holding was worth more than a hundred times his internship salary.

He didn't dare to climb such a person, and left after packing up his things.

After graduating, he successfully entered the Song Group to work. Compared with the authentic "urban people" with high eyesight and low skills, he was more careful and bold, with rules in his work, and won many important cases. Noticing it, he transferred him to his side as an assistant, through which he came into contact with the core business of the Song Group, and met her again.

At this time, he already knew her identity: the head of the Song Group, the jewel in the palm of the Song family and his wife, a student at University A, with a gentle personality and approachable personality, and has many suitors in the upper class of City A.

At that time, he had a girlfriend who was like-minded. They were each other's first love, but they lived in different places and stayed together less often. He had no other thoughts about this rich lady, and when he looked at her, he was generous and clear-eyed.

But she didn't want to, such a calm attitude made her look favorably on him.

Facing her overtures, he first refused, and then accepted silently, but did not exceed the rules. He knew that such a nonchalant attitude would make a girl who had a crush on him fall in love with him even more obsessively—— Between love and love, he has wavered, but in the end he chose a bright future.