Husband who is five years younger, he flirts again

This mother's voice not only shocked Song Li, but Song's mother also received a lot of shock. Yes, there is such a big and cheap son for no reason, so it is not awkward to leave anyone alone.

But Jiang is still old and spicy. Mother Song has never seen any kind of stormy scene in her life, and she quickly returned to normal, smiling and moving sideways.

"Come in first, don't stand at the door."

He Muyan nodded, and glanced at Song Li next to him.

Song Li smiled at him, and walked in first with his things.

Mother Song looked at the natural movements of the two of them and said nothing.

After changing his shoes and walking into the living room, he heard the sound of the TV first. Father Song was sitting on the sofa, pinching his chin and looking at the chessboard on the coffee table thoughtfully.

Song's mother walked over and patted him on the back: "What's the matter, the children are here, put away everything quickly."

"Ah, here we come, what time is it?"

Papa Song touched his forehead, his eyes were still glued to the chessboard, obviously reluctant to put it away.

Song Li whispered to He Muyan from behind: "My dad has no other hobbies in this life. He just drinks some old wine and plays chess. He is an old chess player, and he often participates in community Go competitions."

He Muyan nodded, seeing that Mother Song was still muttering to Father Song to put away the chessboard, she put down the things in her hand and walked straight over.

Song Li looked at his back, wondering what he wanted to do.

He Muyan walked across to the coffee table and looked at the chessboard on it for a while.

He is tall and has a strong aura. Even if he stands here and says nothing, it is difficult for people to ignore his existence.

Mother Song saw him staring at the chess game so seriously, so she couldn't disturb him for a while.

"Dad, White's next move should be here, otherwise it will be a dead game."

Papa Song was just about to say who you call dad if you put this here, but he quickly placed the white chess piece on the square that He Muyan pointed at, and then his eyes lit up instantly, and he clapped his hands and said excitedly: "This Wonderful hand, a stroke of genius."

After finishing speaking, he hurriedly waved to He Muyan to sit down: "You are so young, you are so experienced in chess, come quickly, come play two moves with me."

"Why are you still down, I said you..."

Mother Song looked at the two old monks in meditation, and was about to get mad, but Song Li grabbed her sleeves from behind.

"Mom." Song Li called her in a low voice: "I think Dad is addicted to chess, let him play for a while."

Mother Song glared at him angrily: "What time is it, I'm waiting for him to help me cook for me."

Song Li smiled, and pushed her to the kitchen: "I can also do the rest of the work. Mom is going to make a big dish today. We old men will have a good time."

Song's mother patted his hand: "Slick tongue, go and wash that bag of shrimp for me."

"Okay." Song Li happily agreed, and rolled up his sleeves to wash the shrimp.

The mother and son are directing and working together. The last time they had such a happy and harmonious scene was during the Chinese New Year, and another year will pass in a blink of an eye.

From time to time, Papa Song could be heard discussing the chess game with He Muyan outside. Papa Song also had a rare encounter with a chess player recently, so it could be seen that he was in a very high spirits today.

Mother Song went out to pour tea for them, and when she came back, she stared at the back of her son's head.

Song Li's scalp was numb from his stare, and he had no choice but to stop what he was doing: "Mom, you can ask whatever you want."

Mother Song snorted coldly: "You still know that I have something to ask, so why don't you recruit them yourself?"

Song Li thought for a while, then smiled wryly: "It's not that I don't want to recruit, it's just that I don't know where to start."

Song's mother tapped his forehead: "No prospect, people in their thirties, marriage is such a big thing, you just do it without telling us, you don't have to be afraid that the other party is a villain, a liar, trying to plot your house Your car."

Song Li waved his hand: "Mom, I can assure you about this matter, he definitely didn't want my house or my car when he married me, let me tell you this, he went to my house to see it on the day we got the certificate , they thought it was too small, so they let me live in his house directly, good guy, a small three-story villa, the yard can repair a runway, and gave me a car key the next day, just that car, put my broken Even if Santana sells it, he may not be able to afford a single tire."

Song's mother was also a little surprised after hearing what he said: "You are so rich."

"Yeah." Song Li nodded, not daring to say that He Muyan seems to have a big company.

Mother Song took a breath, glanced outside the door, and then looked back at her son, her expression slowly changed from shock to puzzlement: "That shouldn't be."

"what?"

Mother Song shook her head: "He is so good-looking, young and promising, if he doesn't want your car or your house, then what's wrong with you?"

Song Li looked at the extremely puzzled expression on her face, and felt that he had been connoted by his biological mother.

For a moment, he really wanted to tell his mother loudly that people don't picture your son's house or car, but your son's body!

Mainly ass!

Of course, he wouldn't dare to say such shameless words, so he could only cover up his embarrassment with a fake smile.

"Mom, you asked me to bring people, and I brought them too. Tell me the truth, how do you feel?"

Mother Song washed two green peppers, and said with a smile: "I have received all the certificates, and my mother is also screaming. Even if you are not satisfied, you can still leave."

Seeing her tone seemed to be quite satisfied, Song Li took a careful breath, and heard Song's mother continue to say: "But Mom still has a question to ask you."

Song Li nodded obediently: "Mom, you ask."

Mother Song shook the water off her hand, narrowed her eyes, and purposely approached him and asked him in a low voice, "You and him, whoever gets on and who gets off."

Song Li was stunned, and suddenly blushed: "Mom! Why are you asking this?"

Mother Song patted his arm: "What's the rush? I'm your mother. Ask me what's wrong. Don't be ashamed."

Song Li scratched the potatoes in his hand, shaking violently: "Well, you should be able to see this kind of thing..."

Afterwards, his voice was so low that even mosquitoes could hardly hear him.

Mother Song nodded: "It can be seen that you must be the one below."

Song Li's face was so hot that he could fry an egg.

Talking to my mother about having sex with my newlywed husband, what kind of large-scale invincible social death scene is this.

Before Mama Song finished speaking, she sighed with emotion: "That's no wonder, it was all wasted work before co-authoring."

Song Li looked at her strangely: "Mom, what are you talking about?"

Mother Song took the potato in his hand, rinsed it with water, put it on the cutting board and cut it and said: "I was thinking, if you know my son is making the following one, then I shouldn't go back and find those for you all the time. You have a tender face, and you have a child who is smaller than you, no wonder you haven't succeeded in meeting so many times, it's not that you have a good relationship at all, isn't it just a waste of work."

After hearing her words, Song Li felt ashamed. How should he explain to her mother? In fact, he didn't like to be the one below, but he met He Muyan that night, so he naturally became the one below. .

It's just that now that the matter has come to an end, it seems meaningless to explain more, so Song Li chooses to keep silent and not to mention more.

At noon, the family sat together for dinner. Mother Song cooked a large table full of dishes. She seemed to be in a good mood and specially allowed Father Song to drink today.

He Muyan took out two bottles of wine from the things he brought as if by magic. Although Song Li didn't know much about wine, he knew the brand. Don't look at these two small bottles, they are both valuable things.

Papa Song's eyes lit up when he saw it, and he patted He Muyan on the shoulder and praised: "Xiao He has good taste, we will not go home today if we are not drunk."

After the two games of chess before the meal, the relationship between the two of them has made a qualitative leap, and Song's father even talked to Xiao He. The father and son seem to have regarded He Muyan as half a son.

Song Li looked at the earnest smiling face of the person next to him, and his experienced pouring posture, God, he really didn't want to admit that the person in front of him was the He Muyan he usually knew.

After lunch, Mother Song was going to play mahjong with her sisters as usual. Father Song drank a lot at noon, so he was helped into the bedroom to lie down.

Mother Song cut a fruit plate for the two of them and told them to watch TV if they were bored.

He Muyan saw that she was going out with her bag, so he took out a card from the paper bag next to her and handed it to her.

Mother Song took a look and asked strangely, "This is?"

"Mom, you are going to play mahjong at the chess and card club. I heard from Xiaoli that the environment of the chess and card club you often go to is not very good. I specially asked someone to apply for an annual card in Liren. All the services are good. At the supreme VIP level, you and your sisters can go at any time, and the subscription will be automatically renewed when it expires."

After He Muyan finished speaking lightly, Mother Song covered her mouth with her hands in shock, and then looked down at the gold card in her hand: "I know this beauty club, it will cost a lot of money to go there, this year's card, It's expensive."

"Money is a small thing, having fun and being in a good mood is the most important thing."

"Happy, of course." Song's mother was so happy that she couldn't hold back her mouth. She looked at He Muyan with eyes full of approval, and reached out to pat him on the shoulder: "Our Xiaohe is really a sensible child. What do you want to eat tonight? Mom will do everything for you."

Well, congratulations to Mr. He for successfully conquering another mountain.

Song Li sat on the sofa and looked at them with one hand on his chin.

Now no matter what He Muyan says or does, he won't be surprised at all. After all, he is a person who has been in the business world all year round. From the weaknesses and desires of a person, he gathers and controls his psychology, and sees people order dishes. It is also fundamental.

It's just that he is usually too cold-spoken and has a strong iceberg temperament. From the outside, he looks like an unattainable flower, so every time he greets others with a smile like this, there will be a kind of A strong sense of fragmentation.

He Muyan also deliberately sent Song's mother outside the door, and when he returned to the living room, he saw Song Li smiling at him halfway on the sofa.

He Muyan seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and changed into his usual expressionless face, stretched out his hand to pull on his tie, walked over to him and sat down.

As soon as he got close to Song Li, he smelled heavy alcohol on him, and then he remembered that He Muyan also drank a lot at the dinner table just now, but his face was too dull, and he was in the same state as an ordinary person from the beginning to the end. So much so that Song Li almost forgot that he just drank Papa Song down.

Now there were only the two of them, and He Muyan's tight string seemed to loosen a lot all of a sudden, and he even leaned his shoulders slightly on Song Li's body, rubbing his temples with his fingers.

It's rare for Song Li to see him so defenseless. Although it may be because of drinking, can he think a bit thick-skinned that He Muyan has already begun to want to rely on him a little bit.