Boyfriend always wants to sculpt me

"It's fully charged when you leave..." Shen Sangcheng changed into his slippers, "Go get the plate."

Seeing him carrying a big bag of things, Shang Mei shouted in a fuss, "Is it better to improve the food at night?"

Shen Sangcheng didn't answer, but instead asked, "Where's Qingshuo?"

"Drawing in the house. I went to pick him up from school. The kindergarten teacher said that the child has a talent for singing and can be cultivated."

Shen Sangcheng nodded, listened casually, and took out the roast chicken in the plastic bag. Unexpectedly, there was cooked meat under it, and the bag said "Peng Ji Cooked Meat Shop".

There was a discount card inside, and if you collect ten cards, you can exchange for a cold dish. Shen Sangcheng turned it over and saw the man's name and contact number printed in small characters at the bottom.

Peng Ming.

Ming.

Talking is quite loud.

"...I've inquired about it. The music class is 200 yuan an hour, one-on-one. Every year, the teacher takes it to Yangcheng for competitions. The top performers may be spotted by the entertainment company..."

Shen Sangcheng tore up the roast chicken and asked, "You want Qingshuo to go?"

Shang Mei smiled awkwardly, making excuses: "I like watching children, too."

"Then go, my salary is stuck with you, find a good tutoring institution, if you really learn something, you can't pay him to sneak away."

Shang Mei's goal was achieved, he pinched a piece of chicken into the study to feed Shen Qingshuo, and said earnestly: "Mom and Dad just decided to send you to learn singing, you must take it seriously, don't fish in troubled waters, the tuition fee for music classes is very high, it is not easy for Dad to make money, no Money and energy can be wasted, you know?"

Shen Qingshuo nodded, and Shangmei carried him off the high chair, "My dear son, let's go to eat."

Shen Sangcheng happened to come out, and the roast chicken and cooked meat were placed on the table, but he didn't intend to eat, so he went into the study with his briefcase.

"The job isn't done yet?"

"Well, lesson preparation, you eat first."

Shang Mei closed the door intimately, coaxing Shen Qingshuo not to disturb his work by crying.

Shen Sangcheng stopped writing after writing a few words, took out the grease-stained card from his pocket, looked at it over and over again, and smiled sincerely when he thought of the man who was dumbfounded.

6.

Shen Sangcheng didn't enter the deli on purpose. He saw the billboard hanging outside fell down, so he kindly came to help him, and happened to bump into Peng Ming going out to get some air.

"Mr. Shen didn't go to school today?"

"On weekends, students are on vacation."

The small table was crowded in the corner, the space was narrow, Shen Sangcheng sat down, his legs would inevitably touch his.He is serious, he wears long trousers even in hot weather, Peng Ming is used to it casually, he wears shorts when it gets hot, just a moment of contact, Shen Sangcheng felt his abnormal body heat, his heart couldn't help trembling.

By taking out his mobile phone, he adjusted his sitting posture in a disguised way, keeping him away from Peng Ming.

The phone screen turned on, and Peng Ming caught a glimpse of the little boy on his wallpaper, and asked casually, "Is your son? He looks like you...beautiful."

good looking.

Two words, within a short period of time, Shen Sangcheng trembled a second time, pushed his glasses, and said politely: "The child hasn't grown up yet, how can you tell if it looks good... How old is your child?"

Peng Ming touched the back of his head and said frankly, "I'm a bachelor."

Shen Sangcheng rarely showed surprise, seeing that Peng Ming was about the same age as him, yet he hadn't...

"I'm used to being alone, and I have no plans to start a family. It's pretty good now."

"It's pretty good."

Shen Sangcheng took a sip of tea, behind the lens, a pair of red phoenix eyes couldn't help revealing their light.

7.

Shangmei doesn't know what she's been up to recently. She didn't like to dress up very much before, but now she wears different skirts, bright lipstick and nails, and leaves early and returns late.

Shen Sangcheng doesn't mind her dressing up, and he doesn't ask her whereabouts, this is Shangmei's freedom.On the contrary, he can understand Shang Mei very well, no matter who has been trapped in the family for so many years, there will be times when he wants to indulge.

Shen Sangcheng silently took over the chores at home, took Shen Qingshuo to the kindergarten, and occasionally sent a message to ask Shangmei to take care of the children when the school worked overtime for meetings.

As the end of the term was approaching, various meetings in the grades were held frequently, Shen Sangcheng was teaching the class, the former head teacher was on maternity leave, and he took over temporarily.

Shen Sangcheng is new here, and many aspects are still in the adjustment stage. Seeing that the kindergarten is about to end, he has an evening class today, so he sent a message to Shangmei to ask her to pick up the child.

During the evening self-study in the second quarter, Shang Mei called one after another. Shen Sangcheng turned his phone to silent, didn't hear it, and dialed back after class.

"Is something wrong?"

Shang Mei was out of breath crying, "Come back quickly, Qing Shuo, he, he doesn't know where he went..."

When Shen Sangcheng heard it, his head thumped, and he rode his electric scooter home without hesitation.

From afar, I saw Shangmei wearing a red dress, hiding at the door of the unit crying heartbreakingly, surrounded by neighbors, comforting her.

Shen Sangcheng left the car and ran over, unable to hold his glasses in time, asked in embarrassment: "What's going on?"

"...I went to the kindergarten to pick up the child. The teacher said that he had left long ago. I thought it was you who picked him up, but I didn't see anyone else when I got home..."

Shen Sangcheng was in a hurry, "I didn't send a message..."

Forget it, it's no use arguing.

Shen Sangcheng rode on the bike, walked back and forth along the road leading to the kindergarten, and searched carefully, his eyes were sour, for fear of missing a figure.

"Qingshuo—Shen Qingshuo—"

Shen Sangcheng searched all the amusement parks where he might appear, but there was no shadow, panic thoughts flooded up, he was rarely in such a state of confusion, the fingertips holding the phone were trembling, he didn't pay attention to who he called, and said what.

A few minutes later, Peng Ming appeared.

He didn't even have time to take off the apron from the deli, when the smell of meat hit his face.

Shen Sangcheng didn't feel bad, his eyes were red, he took off his glasses, wiped his face fiercely, and said at a loss: "The child can't be found..."

"Don't panic, you can't lose it, look for it carefully, and I will look for it with you."

Peng Ming doesn't know how to comfort others, seeing him like this, he also becomes anxious, sweating profusely, but takes Shen Sangcheng to sit in the shade.

"I've seen your son's photo, and I'm impressed. Let's look for it separately." Peng Ming gave him his cell phone number, "Call me if you find it, and let me know when I find it."

After speaking, he hurriedly left.

Shen Sangcheng pinched the piece of paper, and the inexplicably crooked numbers on it gave him great encouragement. He put on his glasses again, and continued to search along the road near the kindergarten.

It was already dark at night, the traffic was sparse, and the scattered figures on the roadside could be easily captured.

Under the street lamp, there was a lonely little dumpling shrunk into a ball, Shen Sang was wrinkled intentionally, and the boulder fell to the ground.

"Why did you run away without waiting for your parents to pick you up?"

Shen Qingshuo drooped his little head with no expression on his face, but when he spoke, he felt aggrieved, "My friends are all gone... The teacher is going to get off work, and you didn't come... I thought I remembered the way home..."

Shen Sangcheng had a sore nose, wrapped him in his coat, bent over to hug the child, and patted him lightly, "Father's fault, I won't do it anymore, don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

After tossing around for a long time, the electric car didn't have much power, so Shen Sangcheng led Shen Qingshuo to a nearby ramen shop to eat, first reported Shang Mei's safety, and then called Peng Ming.

For some unknown reason, he didn't say that he had found Shen Qingshuo, but only told Peng Ming the address of the ramen shop and asked him to come quickly.

"Found it?"

Peng Ming rushed in, still wearing his shiny apron.

"Well, thank you for your help, please eat." Shen Sangcheng pushed the ramen in front of him.

"Mr. Shen is too polite." Peng Ming smiled shyly, sat across from him, stared at the little one, and said, "You father and son really look alike."

Shen Sangcheng cheerfully touched Shen Qingshuo's little head, and helped him wipe off the oil on his cheeks.

After dinner, Peng Ming saw that his electric car was out of battery, so he exchanged keys.

"My home is nearby, and this power is enough to go back."

"I'll pay you back tomorrow." Shen Sangcheng patted Shen Qingshuo and reminded: "See you again, uncle."

Shen Qingshuo was a little sleepy, couldn't open his eyes, and hummed in a daze: "Goodbye, uncle."

8.

In the years of marriage, Shen Sangcheng has never had any conflicts with Shangmei, but Shen Sangcheng tries to understand and tolerate everything she does, says and asks for.

But this time, obviously, she went too far.

After settling Shen Qingshuo to sleep, Shen Sangcheng closed the bedroom door with a sullen face, without saying a word, but it gave people a great sense of oppression.

Shangmei knew she had done something wrong, so she quickly gave in, "I've been busy having dinner with the people in the sales department for the past few days, and I thought, when the time comes, the school district housing lottery will give us a place..."

Shen Sangcheng frowned: "You want to buy a house? Why didn't you tell me?"

Shang Mei smiled resentfully: "I haven't written the horoscope yet, why don't I..."

"So you forgot to pick up the kids because you were busy with this, right?"

Shen Sangcheng tried his best to be kind to himself, and said: "I told you before that the school district housing is actually not that important to us. Schools are divided according to the real estate certificate. Qingshuo can also go to key elementary schools and key junior high schools. Why do you..."

"What do you know?!"

Shang Mei angrily tore off the decorations on his head, and growled: "I forgot to pick up the child, but I also want to give him a good environment to grow up. Look at this dilapidated community, what kind of people live around, Can it help his growth?"

"Qingshuo grows up day by day, so he can't, can't he invite his close friends to visit our house? Look at our house, it's broken like this..."

Shen Sangcheng looked a little tired, rubbed his forehead, and interrupted her, "My salary is stuck with you, and how much savings do you have in it, do you know... can you afford a house in the school district?"

"We can take out a loan." Shang Mei's eyes lit up, and he introduced with great interest: "I've already asked, and people said that for a loan, the down payment only needs to be... Hey! Hey! What are you doing——?!"

Shen Sangcheng couldn't listen anymore, his head was in a mess, he grabbed the key and went out.

The neighborhood was quiet at night, and the lights in the corridor were on for a while.

The phone kept ringing, Shen Sangcheng hung up impatiently, and it rang again.

He picked it up with a terribly cold voice, "Who is there?"

Peng Ming was startled, and said, "Ah, Mr. Shen, it's me, Peng Ming, the one from the deli. Your bag was left in the basket of the electric car. Do you need me to take it there?"