What kind of experience is it to help your wife cheat?

Chapter 96

Song Song has worked less overtime recently.The working status of the salesperson is not consistent. The beginning of the year is different from the end of the year, and the performance is different from the performance that has not been completed.

If at the end of the year, there is still a long way to go to complete the performance, and then slip away after work, the leader will definitely be very upset, and even give some shoes to wear from time to time.

Song Song was in that state before he won the project of Jinxiao Liquor Industry.

Many times, when you have nothing to do, you still have to pretend to be very busy. This requires acting skills, and it is very difficult.

But even then, Vulture would still make trouble for him in every regular weekly meeting.

The situation is different now, Song Song has been promoted, the number of clients in charge has increased, the workload has increased, the number of visits from years ago has also increased, and there is more information in hand, so there is no need to rely on overtime to reflect his existence value.

Song Song didn't go to the office this afternoon. After visiting a client, he gave some small gifts and then went home.

When he got home, it was past six in the evening.

Usually at this time, Ding Rui has not come back, Song Xiaoni will sit on the sofa and watch cartoons, and Ge Guiqin should be busy preparing dinner in the kitchen.

But today the situation is a bit different. When Song Song opened the door, he saw Song Xiaoni learning to sweep the floor behind Ge Guiqin's ass.

Although there were cartoons on the TV, Song Xiaoni was not interested in that. She was very happy sweeping the floor, as if she was participating in a very interesting game.

From the kitchen, there was the sound of "dangdangdang" chopping vegetables, the crisp sound of "sizzling" oil pan, and the "humming" sound of range hood.

Song Song frowned, looking a little angry.

"Mom, how many times have I told you, when the stove is on fire, don't go busy with other things..."

As soon as he complained halfway, Song Song swallowed the rest of the words, because he saw that there was another person in the kitchen.

This person is none other than Ding Rui.

Ge Guiqin didn't care about Song Song's complaints, she straightened up with her waist supported, and said with a smile: "Xiaorui is in the kitchen, she gets off work early today, and will be busy cooking when she comes back."

Ding Rui poked her head out of the kitchen when she heard the voice. She saw Song Song with a surprised face, and asked with a smile, "Why are you back so early today?"

Song Song put on slippers, put the computer bag next to the shoe cabinet, walked quickly into the kitchen, and saw the chaos inside.

There are chopped garlic, chopped green onion and shredded ginger on the cutting board, colorful vegetables in the pot, several plates and bowls piled up in the sink, and rotten vegetable leaves and peeled eggplants on the ground next to the trash can Skin……

That's right, this is indeed Ding Rui's usual style, and my wife probably didn't participate at all.

Although he saw that the kitchen was a bit messy, Song Song was not only not angry, but moved a little.

He hugged Ding Rui's waist from behind, and gently pinched his wife's inconspicuous fat.

Ding Rui dodged with a smile, raised her fist and lightly thumped Song Song's arm: "I hate you!"

"Why did you remember to cook today?" Song Song thought that Ding Rui took the initiative to work because her mother-in-law was working too hard recently.

Ding Rui turned the vegetables in the pot with a spatula: "Not only today, but as long as I come back early in the future, I will take care of all the meals."

Song Song was even more surprised: "What's going on?"

Ding Rui sighed: "It's nothing, we will start the live broadcast next week."

Song Song was at a loss, and really couldn't understand what the live broadcast had to do with cooking at home.

While cooking, Ding Rui told Song Song what was discussed in the meeting during the day, and then sighed softly: "When I came back from work today, I saw your mother lying on the bed and rubbing her waist, saying it was a backache. I think so , I have to practice cooking anyway, so let’s just start with reality. I also told my child that she is an older child, and she should feel sorry for grandma in the future, and help grandma do more work, so she can’t always make grandma so hard. "

Song Song suddenly felt his nose a little sour, and he was really touched.

The old mother was very able to work when she was young, doing housework when she entered the house, and going to the fields when she went out. Years of hard work caused her to often suffer from backaches when she was older.

No matter what the reason was, he was really relieved to see that his wife and children loved her so much now.

"You go out first, I don't need you to help me clean up the kitchen later, I'll do it myself. Go and see what your mother still has to do, hurry up and help with the work, and dinner will be ready in less than half an hour."

Song Song was pushed out of the kitchen by Ding Rui, he turned his head and saw Ge Guiqin bending over and teaching Song Xiaoni to sweep the floor with his hands, and hurried over to take the dustpan and broom: "Mom, go and rest, I'll do it. "

"No need, just a little bit of work. If it wasn't for Nini's insistence on helping, I'd finish it in a few strokes. Kid, you're so busy at work and work so hard every day. You should go in and have a rest. Mom can do it, it's fine, ah."

Anyone who has done housework knows that busy work is mental exhaustion, while busy housework is physical exhaustion.

Song Song knows that housework is not as easy as the old lady said, and he also knows that the old lady always loves others, never loves herself.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became: "Mom, you listen to me. If I tell you to rest, go and rest. It's just sweeping the floor. What are you grabbing?"

"Good good..."

As Ge Guiqin said, she bent down to hug Song Xiaoni.

Song Song immediately put on a straight face: "Nini, your grandma has a back injury, you can't let grandma hug you all the time, you know?"

Song Xiaoni raised her immature face, nodded ignorantly, turned around and bounced to the sofa to watch TV.

With a smile, Ge Guiqin raised her hand and thumped her waist lightly, walked to the sofa and sat down with a little slow footsteps, and put a cushion behind her waist, which seemed to relieve the back pain a little.

Song Song lowered his head and swept the floor: "Mom, when we have time on the weekend, let's find a massage place and treat your waist."

Ge Guiqin hurriedly sat up straight: "Mom's waist is fine, what are you doing with that money?"

"Oh! It won't cost much. You always suffer from back pain, so it's not a solution!"

"Boy, Mom may have been a little bit late yesterday, but today is much better, and I'll be fine tomorrow. Mom won't go, ah, don't waste money, ah."

Song Song didn't want to say more about this matter, he just muttered: "Let's talk about it when the time comes."

Ge Guiqin's back pain, how can it be a day or two disease?How many years have been like this!
How much can I spend on just a massage?
Besides, isn't it right for a son to spend a lot of money on his mother?
How did you waste your money?
When Song Song finished sweeping the floor, Ding Rui had already cooked the dishes and was cleaning up the kitchen.

Song Song walked over to help serve the dishes and rice, and after getting the chopsticks, Song Song greeted: "Mom, bring Nini over for dinner, the food is ready."

"Okay!" Ge Guiqin got up and pulled Song Xiaoni towards the dining table.

Song Song stood by the dining table, staring blankly at the old mother, and found that the old woman had a little hunchback since she didn't know when.

Seeing Ge Guiqin holding Song Xiaoni, Song Song thought of his childhood, didn't his mother always hold him like this?
Who said that time will pass quietly?
Time never passes, it's just easy to get old, right?

(End of this chapter)