The host, she just wants to lie down and win

Chapter 322 I Heard You Have a Secret Love for Me (28)

"Mr. Song and Mr. Song are too busy recently. Please pay more attention to them when you get home." Uncle Yuan pointed out.

"En." Song Qinming knew Uncle Yuan's meaning, but he didn't want to respond, he just responded vaguely.

He was worried that if he stayed home for too long, he would slowly be forced to accept his family's arrangements.

This conversation ends here. The Xiangxie apartment is not far from the Song's house, or close to it. It is right in the middle of the school and the Song's house in the other direction.

Soon the two arrived at their destination, parked the car, and entered the door together.

As soon as Song Qinming entered the door, he planned to change his shoes into house shoes, but just as he bent down, he saw Song Yinkang walking out of his room in pajamas.

"Brother." Song Qinming greeted at the same time he changed his shoes.

Song Yinkang raised his eyebrows at him: "There is another valid reason not to go to self-study in the evening, be happy."

Song Qinming retorted helplessly: "What are you talking about! There is no class today, and the students are also very tired. How about taking a rest every week!"

Song Yinkang is much older than Song Qinming, although they bicker when they meet, the relationship between the two has always been very good.

Song Yinkang stretched out his fist and pushed it in front of Song Qinming's face. The latter understood and raised his hand to bump his fist at his brother.

Then, both of them laughed softly.

"That's right. Apart from studying at school, I didn't forget to exercise well. My fists are getting stronger and stronger."

"It goes without saying that you don't forget to exercise. You are so busy every day, so be careful of sudden death, hahahaha."

The voices of the two joking with each other became louder and louder, and Song's mother who was busy in the kitchen heard it.

"It's too unlucky to talk about death. When Qin Ming comes back, hurry up and wash his hands, don't make a fuss." Song's mother shouted to her two sons in the kitchen, "Xiao Yuan, help me bring the dishes to the kitchen Get ready. Yinkang, pack up and call your dad."

The driver, Uncle Yuan, had just entered the door when he heard the proprietress calling him, so he hurried to the kitchen to help.

Song Yinkang spent more than a month abroad, and Song Qinming lived in an apartment outside.

The two of them met rarely, so naturally they couldn't avoid chatting.After talking for a while, Song Qinming felt that Song Yinkang's face was not very good. When he was about to ask, his mother interrupted him.

Song Yinkang looked at his brother and asked him to go find Song's father together.

The TV was on in the living room, but the people on the sofa were sound asleep.

Father Song had to come to the living room to watch TV because he had a rare day off. However, because of his age and being too tired, he fell asleep on the sofa while watching.

"Qin Ming is back?" As soon as he heard the sound of footsteps, Song's father woke up immediately and turned around to ask.

"I'm back." Song Qinming responded, "Dad, I can't sleep well in the living room, I'm easy to catch cold."

"Oh, it's okay. You just came back? Have you seen your mother?" Father Song looked at the entrance, and knew that Song Qinming had just arrived home as soon as the shoes were changed and before they were arranged.

"Mom is busy in the kitchen, so she asked me to wash my hands first."

"Okay, okay, then you go first, it's almost time for dinner later."

"Dad came out to sit in the living room just after taking a shower because he wanted to wait for you." Song Yinkang secretly said something to Song Qinming, and then went to his room to change clothes with a smile.

Song Qinming's heart skipped a beat, and he also headed towards his room.

As soon as I got to the room, I washed my hands and looked in the mirror—I was about to turn 17, and the round parts of my face gradually showed a mature taste, but it seemed that I was making my family worry about me.

He sighed, wiped his hands, and thought to himself: But, I also have my own way of life to go.

(End of this chapter)