President, give me back my body!

Country F.

The news that Ruan Yu was the main designer of Song's spring fashion conference also reached Mr. Song.

At the same time, the Song family had already sent the video of the spring fashion conference to Mr. Song.

"Quick, let's go." Song Ren looked excited.

Since Ruan Yu gave him the Tang suit last time, he was full of surprises when he heard that Ruan Yu was the main designer of Song's spring fashion conference.

He felt that maybe Ruan Yu could bring him an unexpected surprise.

Early in the morning, after breakfast, he urged Song Ping to quickly play the video he had just received. He didn't even punch early, he was eager like an old child, and the excitement on his face could be seen at a glance. come out.

If it weren't for Song Ping's strong request, Song Ren probably wouldn't even want to eat breakfast.

Song Ping smiled, and hurried to play the video himself.

He rarely saw the master so happy.However, every time I meet Ruan Yu, the master is so happy, it seems that the master really likes the young lady.

After pressing the play button, looking back, Song Ren had already sat down on the sofa facing the screen, almost sitting upright.Although his face returned to his usual seriousness, he could still faintly see his excitement.

Song Ping gave another sigh of relief, and then stepped back and stood behind Song Ren, watching the video of the spring fashion conference in front of him with Song Ren.

When the first piece of clothing came out, Song Ping found that Song Ren's upright figure immediately tensed up.Although standing behind Song Ren, he couldn't see the old man's face clearly, but after following old man Song for so many years, Song Ping, who didn't know him very well, could now know it, which was exciting.

Not only Song Ren, but even himself, a rough person who doesn't understand art at all, when he saw the costume, he held his breath for fear that if he took a heavy breath, he would disturb the artwork.

Artwork is alive.Song Ping felt that now he seemed to be able to understand the words that the old man and Lu Qing often said.

A spring fashion conference lasted for more than two hours, plus Song Huaijin's final speech on stage and the presentations of other core designers, it was already about three hours.

But Song Ren and Song Ping, who were watching intently, did not notice the passage of time.

"Is this the end?" Looking at the blacked-out screen, Song Ren turned his head and asked Song Ping, still a little unfinished.

Song Ping didn't recover. Hearing Song Ren's question, he subconsciously looked at the watch on his wrist, and then nodded, "It's over, master."

After speaking, I heard Song Ren sigh with regret.

"It's too short." It's not short, but it's not exciting enough.

Song Ping felt the same in his heart.

He didn't agree with it, but looked at Song Ren's slightly disappointed and surprised and excited eyes, and comforted him: "Young Madam has such a talent and talent in design, there will be opportunities for you to see her designs in the future, Master, don't be in a hurry."

Song Ren nodded.

It is true.

However, after sitting for a while, Song Ren still didn't move, and he didn't get up to punch or tend to the flowers and plants behind him as usual.

Song Ping was about to continue persuading, when suddenly he heard Song Ren simply say: "Play it again."

Song Ping was a little startled.After the astonishment passed, there was some disapproval on his expression, "Master, that's too long, three hours at a time."

It's not that he thinks it's too long, but according to Song Ren's love for this spring fashion conference, watching it again will definitely not miss a single detail, and will not skip it at all.In this way, it would be like sitting and watching for six hours in a row in this sitting position.

The old man is not in good health now, and now he can't stand sitting for such a long time.

Who knows, when Song Ren heard this, he glared his eyes and became angry: "I just said it was short, but you still agree, why do you have to read it again now, it's too long?" At the same time, The crutch in his hand also tapped on the ground "dumbly", showing his dissatisfaction.

Song Ping was stunned for a moment, a little dumbfounded, and a little helpless.

Old children, old children, the older they are, the younger they become, and the older they get, the more moody they become, just according to their preferences.

Just talking, I still have to patiently persuade: "Master, the video is here, you can watch it anytime, you can't run away. Now, let me go out with you, take a walk?"

Unexpectedly, after hearing this, Song Ren's eyes were originally filled with anger, but now he looked at Song Ping with a stare.

The words in his mouth became more and more severe: "Any time is fine? I am so old, and I still have a few years left. If I don't watch it now, why don't I watch it after I die?" It was quite vexatious.

Song Ren didn't shy away from the word "death", but when Song Ping heard this word, he panicked instantly.

"Master, you can just talk about it casually!" Song Ping also got a little anxious and stomped his feet.

"I don't care, go and play the video for me." Song Ren stared at Song Ping with a beard blown.

Well, it would be nice if the young master and young lady were here.The master likes the young lady so much, he must listen to her advice.Song Ping sighed helplessly in his heart.

In the end, Song Ren still couldn't hold back, so he had to take out the video and put it back in again, and pressed the play button again.

Returning to the position behind Song Ren again, Song Ping kept an eye on Song Ren's changes, fearing that he would feel unwell after sitting for a long time, and he would hold on because of his love for the video of this spring fashion conference.

However, maybe it is a tacit understanding between the family.

Soon, the servant patted Song Ping on the shoulder and whispered in his ear, "Song Butler, the young master and young lady are on the phone." The voice was very low, for fear of disturbing Song Ren who was concentrating on watching the video and causing trouble. His dissatisfaction.

Song Ping nodded, looked at Song Ren's back in front of him, and walked lightly to the phone on the side.

When the phone was connected, it was the voice of "Song Huaijin" first.

"Hello, young master." Song Ping's voice carried the surprise of hearing Ruan Yu's voice.

"En." Ruan Yu responded, "Does the old man still like the video of Song's spring fashion conference?" Out of Song Huaijin's request, Ruan Yu still didn't call "Dad", but with a little concern The tone made Song Ping very happy.

"I like it, I like it very much, especially the clothes designed by the young lady." Speaking of this, Song Ping's voice was a little distressed, "However, the old man has already seen it once, and now he will not stop. Read it again, I'm really afraid that the master's body won't be able to bear it, so I need many masters and young ladies to help persuade you?"

On the other end of the phone, when Ruan Yu heard Song Ping's words, there was a bit of worry in her eyes, "Well, give the old man the phone."

Song Huaijin was at the side, hearing Song Ping's words, and seeing the worry in Ruan Yu's eyes, she frowned.

On the other side, Song Ping trotted a few steps quickly, brought the phone to Song Ren, and after Song Ren expressed his impatience, he quickly said, "Master, the young lady and the young master are calling."