100 ways to be a scumbag boss

"Don't want to catch the plane?" He pulled the little girl into his arms.

Song Guizhou was never the kind of person who would deliberately suppress himself.

He held her head tightly with his hands, kissed her lips bit by bit, and gently and lightly covered her waist with his palms burning with abrasion.

The green energy ran happily throughout the room, and finally fell into her veins and bones.

An hour later, he first took out the suitcase and then carried the little girl who had fallen asleep into the car.

She is absorbing it faster than before, so it doesn't take five or six hours to slowly refine it.

"Uncle, you are so annoying."

"Are you awake?" He took advantage of the red light and gently scratched her nose.

"Well, wake up."

After finally getting on the plane, she started eating snacks while watching TV series on the tablet.

During the three-hour flight, she also had an airplane meal.

When I got off the plane, my schoolbag was empty.

It was exactly 09:30 when we arrived at Song Guizhou's house.

In fact, it was already very late.

But Father Song and Mother Song were waiting. Originally, the old man and the old lady were coming, but Mother Song said they would take a look first. If the little girl her son brought back was not reliable, the old man would not need to see her.

This is true, but the old people still think that their grandson's vision is good and it shouldn't be too outrageous.

"Dad, Mom, this is my girlfriend, Huanhuan."

"Hello, uncle and aunt." She called out sweetly.

In order to meet her parents, she specially dressed up to be gentle and mature. Song Guizhou was not young, and if she looked too childish, she would not be suitable for him.

Mother Song's worries were suddenly relieved. She still knew the virtues of her son, who had a stuffy mouth and a cold face.

He had to have such a lively little girl to reconcile with him. Except that she looked a little younger, everything else was fine and there was nothing dissatisfying about her.

"Hey, good boy, come in quickly." Song's mother walked in with Jin Huan.

The house was already ready.

Even though it's late, the dishes on the table are still steaming hot, including a lot of vegetables, fruits, and meat.

Although Song's father and Song's mother live in not a villa, the three houses on the 8th floor have been bought and connected. Imagine this housing experience, 687 square meters.

The decoration is light and luxurious, quite modern, and the row of floor-to-ceiling windows has a simple effect!

There is a man-made lake view outside, the ingredients inside are exquisite, and eating is quite leisurely and enjoyable.

"What do Huanhuan like to eat? Auntie will cook it for you tomorrow."

Mother Song asked casually.

"I like eating seafood." She has only recently discovered this hobby. The cooking techniques of this era are really surprising.

"Okay, Auntie will cook it for you tomorrow. The salt-baked king crab that Auntie makes is delicious, isn't it Xiaozhou?"

"Yes, my mother is very good at cooking." Song Guizhou quickly responded to his mother.

"Yeah, I'm looking forward to it." She has always integrated well into human society, it just depends on whether she wants to get along well with you.

It's really late after dinner.

Song's mother arranged for Jinhuan to sleep in a large bedroom on the east side.

Song Guizhou naturally wanted to follow, but Song's mother stopped him at the door with a surprised look on his face: "What are you doing?"

"Shouldn't I sleep with her?" This confused Song Guizhou.

"Go back to your house!"

Song's mother was just about to whip him with a feather duster.

There is no other way, Song Guizhou can only be forced to sleep in a separate room with his fresh little girlfriend after eating meat!

Half an hour later, Song Guizhou pretended to come out to drink water, walked around in circles, and knocked on the door when his mother wasn't paying attention.

Extremely quiet.

Nothing happened inside.

He had no choice but to take out his cell phone and call Jinhuan.

After ringing for a while, the call was answered.

"Hey Huanhuan, open the door."

"it is good."

Jinhuan came over to open the door. As soon as he opened it, he was surprised and closed the door after a few seconds.

Song Guizhou:? ? ?

Just as he was about to continue knocking on the door, a hand from behind gently patted his back.