Zhutian: I have been happy to be a father since I was a child.

The next day.

There was nothing else to do in the morning, so Chen Tao did not go to the company. Instead, he set up a lounge chair and a small round table on the balcony of the master bedroom to read and drink tea comfortably.

At around 10:30, Xiao Meng called and asked:

"Old Qiao, did you ask that Fangyuan to find me?"

Chen Tao decisively denied: "No."

Xiaomeng was a little strange: "Since you didn't let him find me, how come he has my mobile phone number?"

Chen Tao laughed and said, "Maybe he peeked at my phone!"

Xiao Meng tried to threaten: "If you don't admit it, then I won't help you."

Whether you can help or not is none of my business?

Chen Tao explained: "I want to save my face anyway, so why do I have the nerve to ask you for help? He found me and asked for your number, so I gave it to him. I don't care what you talk about. But let me remind you, The person who makes the decision in their family is not Fangyuan, so it may not work if you talk to him."

This is the truth.

Tong Wenjie has always been used to being strong, and she makes all the decisions including her son's education.

If Fangyuan has an opinion, it's best to hold it back or persuade him tactfully.

Xiao Meng deliberately mocked: "Then who is in charge of your family? Yingzi, or that Song Qian? It can't be you, right?"

Chen Tao recited the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, benefactor of Little Dream, you have found true love, so why bother clinging to the past? Forget about this poor monk!"

Xiao Meng was angry and annoyed: "Who would miss you, an old scumbag! If you hadn't given my number to others casually, how could I have called you? You're so shameless!"

Chen Tao promised: "Okay, it's all my fault. I will definitely not give it next time."

Xiaomeng was then satisfied and said in a serious tone:

"Old Qiao, to be honest, I don't want to help you with this. There are only two months left before the earliest professional exam, but her child has no foundation at all... and he even got into fights with his classmates."

Chen Tao hummed and said, "You decide for yourself, it's up to you."

In the current situation, can Fang Yifan cheat all the way and get admitted to Nanyi within two months?

Chen Tao didn't care at all.

As long as Qiao Yingzi doesn't get depressed, as long as Song Qian doesn't get crazy, and as long as mother and daughter don't drag him down, everything will be fine.

Xiao Meng hummed softly: "You call me a good friend? The art exam is a big deal, so you don't care about it?"

I don’t even care about you anymore. Do I still care about other people’s sons?

Chen Tao used offense instead of defense and said: "You want me to care about you, right? No, you have a boyfriend, it's not suitable."

Xiaomeng was really angry when she heard this. She cursed "scumbag" in a low voice and ended the call in a hurry.

Chen Tao also put down his cell phone, picked up the tea cup and took a sip.

In the afternoon, Chen Tao went to the company to receive the financial manager of a construction company.

Their company had a bank loan that was about to expire, but the project funds had not arrived, so they had to find Chen Tao through the introduction of an acquaintance, hoping to borrow money to cross the bridge.

When the bank loan comes out on Friday, it can be repaid immediately.

Chen Tao agreed to this because the acquaintance was none other than the friend who lent him two million dollars a few months ago.

If you can return a favor and make money, why not do it?

At 6:30 p.m., Chen Tao had just found a Western restaurant to sit down when Song Qian and Tong Wenjie walked in.

They also saw Chen Tao. Song Qian turned around and wanted to leave, but Tong Wenjie grabbed her arm.

Cricket is a scumbag, why should you avoid him?

In order to enjoy the meal, Chen Tao pretended not to see him.

But the best friends walked straight to him and sat down.

Seeing this, the waitress came over and asked, "Excuse me, are you three together?"

Song Qian remained silent.

Tong Wenjie was silent.

Chen Tao looked as usual: "The menu I just ordered remains unchanged, and I will give them a set meal for two."

The waitress looked left and right and seemed to realize something. She laughed dryly and went back to prepare.

Song Qian said calmly: "Where's your little girlfriend? Why didn't she come with you? Was she dumped?"

Chen Tao was confused: "Why do I smell a sour smell? Is someone drinking vinegar near me?"

‘Humph, having a mistress is different. The changes are so big. Not only do you look much younger, but your attitude towards yourself has also become so much tougher. ’

Thinking of this, Song Qian retorted:

"Is there any vinegar smell? I think someone is hallucinating?"

‘I did have a hallucination, otherwise why would someone take the initiative to come to me? ’

Chen Tao had the intention to retort, but in order to enjoy the meal, he held back.

He changed the subject and said, "Why don't you take Yingzi with you when you go out to eat? No, I have to make a phone call to ask her to come over."

Song Qian had no objection.

She also looks after the dishes.

This restaurant was very high-end, so she felt it was clean, and thought it would be okay to eat there once in a while.

"What! Dad, are you having dinner with my mother right now? Where are you? Send me the location of the restaurant. I'll go downstairs now."

Although things and people are different, Qiao Yingzi still wants to feel the warm atmosphere of having dinner as a family.

However, half an hour later, when she came to the restaurant with excitement, she saw the light bulb that she didn't want to see at the moment.

"Tong...aunt."

Qiao Yingzi shouted, then looked at Chen Tao, with a pair of talking eyes, as if asking why Tong Wenjie was here too?

Chen Tao smiled and said: "Yingzi, your mother said that the food outside is unclean, but she went out to eat with your aunt Tong. How do you feel now?"

Song Qian retorted: "I'm talking about those junk foods. Just like the fried dough sticks from the neighborhood takeout. I don't know how long the oil in that small pot has been used, but it has almost turned into petroleum... How unhealthy! It's not that I don't know Yingzi likes to eat these, but every time I go over and look at them, I don’t want to buy them anymore.”

Qiao Yingzi sat down next to Chen Tao, smiled and said to her mother:

"Mom, you are right not to buy it. I like to eat the breakfast you made."

Hearing this, Song Qian looked at Chen Tao with a proud face.

But she didn't know that under the table, her precious daughter was pulling on her father's clothes, begging him not to argue with her mother.

Chen Tao did not embarrass her and asked:

"Then do you like to eat the dinner I cooked for you?"

Qiao Yingzi was honest: "I like it."

Hearing this, Chen Tao also looked at her mother proudly.

Song Qian snorted disdainfully: "I do it every day, how many times have you done it?"

Chen Tao chuckled and said: "If you are willing, you can also let Yingzi have dinner with me after school every day."

Song Qian flatly refused: "Aren't you satisfied with the day I promised Yingzi to go to you every week? You still want me to promise you to have dinner with Yingzi every night? Don't even think about it! If you force me, then I won't After you go to work, I will guard the school gate every day and never let you see Yingzi!"

666……

Chen Tao was speechless.

Qiao Yingzi looked uncomfortable.

Tong Wenjie also felt it was outrageous.