Chapter 585

When I was four years old, I realized one thing: my beautiful young mother is actually sixty years old, which is not much different from her grandmother's age.

But his mother and grandmother looked completely different. He was confused and even strange, but he still liked his mother more than his father.

At home, mom is the boss, dad is behind him, but he is the one who has the least human rights.

On this day of school, the teacher asked everyone to introduce their mother. He went up and said a few words, but when it came to age, no one believed it, including the teacher.

"You remember your mother's age wrong."

"No, my mother is going to be sixty."

The teacher looked at him seriously, and directly laughed: "your mother is very young, not 60 years old."

He is obstinate to say that he is 60 years old, and the following children don't believe it.

He is very helpless to go down, in the afternoon when Song Jin went to pick up the child, the kindergarten teacher specially talked about this matter with her, she just responded with a smile.

"My son is right. I'm really going to be sixty."

This time, not only the teacher, but also the parents standing beside her were surprised to look at her suspiciously.

Song Jin knows what she looks like now. I'm afraid that no one will believe it. After all, she is very young. Even if she is a few years old, she still looks like a person in her twenties. With years of maintenance, she will only be younger.

The teacher was surprised to see her, Song Jin smile: "are good maintenance."

The teacher was surprised and speechless. She had seen the father of the child, a very handsome man, who could be seen in the crowd at a glance. But the mother of the child said that she would be 60 years old. She had not seen a 60 year old man before, which is what she is now.

The teacher asked: "is the child's father sixty years old?"

"No, he's about forty."

When the teacher heard this answer, he was shocked. A 40 year old man married a 60 year old woman. Just listening to this, he might say that the woman must be rich, but in fact, the man is rich.

Song Jin saw that the teacher seemed surprised, and then she laughed again, and left with her son.

Xiaoman doesn't understand the teacher's surprise. Is there any problem?

Song Jin used to think that age was a problem, and she didn't even want to say it, but now she doesn't think it's a problem at all. No matter how old she is, she is the same as she is now.

"Come on, let's wait for Dad to get off work."

"All right."

He has been to his father's company many times. There are many beautiful aunts in it. Those aunts will give him a lot of food, but they are not as beautiful as his mother.

Song Jin often takes her son to wait for him to get off work. Everyone in the office knows and is used to it.

She took a special elevator to go up, learned that he was still in a meeting, not over, directly took the child first to the office.

There are children's toys in it. I bought them for him to stay.

Xiaoman himself to find toys, clever sitting on one side to play, Song Jin sitting in Lu Nancheng's position, a bit boring rotating chair.

His office chair is very big, her petite body is trapped in it, turning left and right, looking at the familiar place.

She has been here for several years. She is very familiar with everything here. She is imagining what he looks like in the room. She has not figured out yet. The door of the office is pushed open and someone comes in with a document.

Lu Nancheng is not surprised to see their mother and son. She often brings her children to wait for him to get off work, and then the three of them go back together.

Xiaoman saw his father come in, just looked up and continued to play with the things in his hand, but Song Jin opened her hand to him with a smile.

Lu Nancheng quickly put down the document and went over to give her a big hug.

Song Jin is like a small animal hanging on him, he picked up, two people in front of the child face greasy crooked, he should be used to, do not look at them, playing on their own side.

"Nancheng, shall we eat out at night?"

"Well."

But he looked at his son with his eyes. He thought carefully what his son should do and found a way to send him away.

Song Jin chucked him with a smile: "take it with you. You can't leave him behind every time."

They often leave him behind in order to live a two person world. Lu Nancheng nods: "OK."

Xiaoman is busy playing with himself. He doesn't know what his parents said. Before he plays well, his mother tells him to put away the toys.

"Come on, son."

"Did you go home?"

"Well."

Xiaoman has to clean up by himself. His mother has taught him since he was a child that he should do his own things and not let others help him.

Song Jin is looking at it and is very happy to see that he is a bit skillful in cleaning up. The child has not formed a bad habit.

Lu Nancheng also tidied up and led his wife to the front, while his son carried his schoolbag to the back.When the Secretary saw Mr. Lu's family coming out, the young master was at the back. They all knew that Mrs. Lu was very popular and had a high status.

In the evening, a family of three go to dinner, the child is just a foil, the two of them continue to two world.

Xiaoman looks at his parents and quietly grabs the rice in the bowl. He thinks he is redundant.

This feeling often occurs, other people's children and he is not the same, he has no status at home.

When Lu Nancheng cut the steak for Song Jin, Xiaoman pursed his lips and said, "Dad, I want it too."

Lu Nancheng looked at him and said, "you've already eaten other food. Give it to mom."

His big eyes blinked, a bit stubborn: "I also want to eat."

"Darling, it's Mom's."

“……”

Xiaoman continued to drum his mouth, watching his father cut his mother's steak, but he had nothing. He suddenly asked.

"Dad, did I pick it up?"

Song Jin heard him ask, give him the bowl, and touch his little head by the way.

"Don't think about it. You're a baby born of your mother."

"Really?"

"Of course."

Xiaoman is not talking. Song Jin sees that he seems to have listened to it. She looks up and stares at someone. Even her son doesn't think he was born.

Lu Nancheng had to give him some more care: "eat, my mother and I love you."

"Well, I know."

"Don't ask such questions in the future."

He spoke seriously again, and Xiaoman nodded. It turned out that a little protest would bring unexpected results. He understood that at a young age.

Song Jin see him low head, and Lu Nancheng and low said a few words, after the end take him back.

As Lu Nancheng drove, she and her son sat in the back, and the family of three went to the old house.

She hugged her son in the car and looked at her husband in front of her. It was dark outside, and her heart seemed to be quiet. Everything around her made her feel calm and happy. Isn't this ordinary little luck?

She hooked the corner of her mouth to smile, and touched her son's little head. She likes and is satisfied with such a little happiness. She will live like this for the rest of her life.