Young master, he is not hated by everyone

Song Ning played for more than half an hour, and Wang Shuo hurried back.

Song Ning poked his head out from behind the computer screen, with a piece of potato chips stuffed into his mouth, and said vaguely, "You're back so soon?"

This look is so cute, Wang Shuo's heart softened, he threw his coat on the sofa, and walked towards him, "Well, how did you come here? I was planning to go home and pick you up."

Song Ning was still sitting on his chair, and "Plants vs. Zombies" was running on the computer. Because of Song Ning's distraction at the moment, the zombies had already entered the house.

Wang Shuo stood beside him, putting his hand on Song Ning's shoulder affectionately and naturally.

Song Ning raised his head, "I drove here by myself." He asked again: "I thought it would take a long time, and I was afraid it would be boring, so I downloaded the game on your computer, do you mind?"

Don't say that Song Ning just used his computer to download the game, even if Song Ning was bored and smashed his computer, Wang Shuo would not blink.

Wang Shuo shook his head, "You didn't tell me to come, otherwise I will pick you up."

Song Ning said shyly, "I wanted to come here to pick up my boyfriend from get off work and give you a surprise, but it just so happened that you weren't in the office."

"Speaking of which, you moved to a new place, and it's my first time here."

Wang Shuo rubbed his head, and said softly: "I just heard from Hei Pi that the front desk is not sensible."

Song Ning: "It's nothing to do with them, and they haven't seen me." He changed the subject indifferently, "Your office is much more stylish than before."

While the two were talking, a designer came in to look for Wang Shuo with documents. Although he was talking about work, his peripheral vision kept falling on Song Ning uncontrollably.

A beautiful young man, sitting on the boss's office chair, the sound of the game's special effects came from the stereo, and an open bag of potato chips and a cup of milk tea were placed on the desk that was originally used for signing.

It's simply...

It's like bringing your little lover to the company!

Wang Shuo didn't want anyone to disturb his alone time with Song Ning, so he sent them away with a few words.

Song Ning propped his chin with his hands, and smiled with his chin: "My brother is so majestic when he lectures."

"You like it?" Wang Shuo asked with a light smile.

The designer who had just stepped out of the office and hadn't closed the door almost slipped, and Sanguan was hit again.

Can't tell, really can't tell, the boss is actually such a person in private.

Song Ning rarely came to the company, but felt that his place was really boring, so Wang Shuo left early without any guilt, and took Song Ning home.

Since Song Ning said he would come to pick him up from get off work, although the degree of surprise was greatly shortened, he still decided to drive by himself.

Of course Wang Shuo followed him and sat in the co-pilot with a smile.

It's not even the evening rush hour yet, so there's no traffic jam, and I'll be at Song Ning's house in just over 40 minutes.

The two have been together for so many years, and the servants hired by Song Ning's family have already guessed the real relationship between Song Ning and Wang Shuo. As soon as the two of them entered the yard, the servants greeted them familiarly.

"Madam is in the kitchen. When she heard that you came back, she insisted on cooking for herself."

Wang Shuo nodded and entered the room with Song Ning.

Song Jianguo was sitting on the sofa watching the news. When he saw them, he shouted in the direction of the kitchen, "Son, they are back."

Ms. Du Juan came out wearing an apron, saw the things Wang Shuo was carrying, and said helplessly, "Shuo Zai, I have told you many times, just come here, don't buy any more things."

"This is the bird's nest that a client gave me recently. It is said to be of excellent quality and can beautify the skin. Ningning and I don't eat it, so we want to borrow flowers to offer Buddha." Wang Shuo put the things away.

"You child, you do this every time." Although Du Juan complained, she was delighted in her heart, and she continued: "Go and wash your hands quickly, and you can eat after a while."

Song Ning was already sitting on the sofa watching TV. He suddenly thought of something and asked his mother, "Do you have sweet and sour pork?"

"I didn't tell you earlier, I didn't cook this dish today." Du Juan looked at him reproachfully.

Song Ning said "oh", and looked at Wang Shuo eagerly.

Wang Shuo really rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, "Is there any tenderloin in the refrigerator? Auntie, rest for a while, let me do the rest."

Song Ning looked obediently waiting to eat, and Song Jianguo next to him sighed, "Shuo Zai, don't spoil him like this. I heard that you've been busy recently. You've been working so hard. Just sit down and rest for a while."

Wang Shuo said humbly: "It's just cooking, and I won't be tired."

In the past few years, they have seen the relationship between the two children. The longer they get along with Wang Shuo, the more they feel that their son is too delicate.

Sometimes they even help Wang Shuo to speak, so that Song Ning can understand Wang Shuo more or less, and help Wang Shuo more.

But Song Ning was very innocent after hearing this, and instead said to them, "He won't let me do things."

The couple were very helpless, and in the end they could only comfort themselves with the old saying "children and grandchildren have their own blessings".

After Wang Shuo went to the kitchen, Song Jianguo looked at Song Ning and couldn't help but ask, "Do you usually do this at home?"

Song Ning was puzzled, "What?"

Song Jianguo did not say the word "hypocritical", but changed an adjective, "Let him do things."

"I don't cook well. I asked him to teach me, but he didn't teach me. He said there was too much oily smoke in the kitchen, and he felt palpitations when he saw me holding a knife." Song Ning told the truth without knowing it.

Song Jianguo was silent, he sighed and shook his head, wondering how many good deeds his son had done in his previous life to meet Wang Shuo in this life.

About ten minutes later, Wang Shuo brought out the cooked sweet and sour pork tenderloin, and even said thoughtfully, "I only served some of the snacks you had in the afternoon, and I asked Sister Ping to help with the rest. Pack it, and you can eat it at noon tomorrow."

If it wasn't for the presence of his parents, Song Ning would definitely hug him and say "Thank you husband", but he was worried about his parents, so he could only nod and say yes.

During the meal, Song Ning talked about Baoyan.

Song Jianguo asked him which school he was interested in.

Song Ning didn't even think about it, so he blurted out, "Big Z, I don't want to go out."

Z University is really good, but Song Ning can actually go to a wider world to display his fists, and most people will choose to change to a new environment.

But Song Ning was unwilling, he was reluctant to part with Wang Shuo, he didn't want to have a long-distance relationship with Wang Shuo at all, and during the three years he was in Z University, he got along very well with his classmates and teachers, and he went home after class I have a boyfriend who loves me.

Life is not to mention how comfortable and satisfying it is. In a new environment, he can't guarantee whether his mental state will still be the same as it is now.

After listening, Wang Shuo stopped his chopsticks and asked tentatively, "Don't you even plan to go to the capital?"

"The capital city is not necessarily very good, but it is very good in this school. If the grades are stable, maybe he can be like Senior Qin in the future. The tutor is looking forward to him staying in the Ph. D."

After hearing this, Wang Shuo's heart became hot, and he said solemnly: "I have enough funds for the past six months, so I will go to see the house on weekends and buy another one."

Wang Shuo said seriously: "Although this apartment is very good now, it is still a bit far from your school. If you are too busy studying for graduate school, it will take too long to go back and forth, which is inconvenient."

Song Ning is now a junior, and the curriculum is not as tight as before, so he thinks it is okay to drive to school.

He didn't know how much money Wang Shuo had, but he didn't think it was necessary to buy a house just because he was going to school. Isn't it a waste.

But Wang Shuo's words left him speechless.

"I get up very early in the morning, don't you want to sleep a little longer?"

Song Ning stopped talking, and Song Jianguo and Du Juan who were next to him also advised, "Shuo Zai, don't spoil him like this."

But Wang Shuo said: "Take it as an investment. The house price is still stable now, but it will definitely fluctuate in two years."

Du Juan made sense after thinking about it, "That's fine, buy another set, and it's best to bring your parents over to live with them."

They came here last year, but they only went back after playing for a few days. Wang Shuo also suggested that they live here, but the couple said that they were not used to staying here, and they still prefer life in the countryside, which is free and easy.

Wang Shuo: "I've told them about this, but they still don't want to, but they can come and stay for a while if they think about it."

"I remember that the house in your hometown has been repaired for a long time?" Song Jianguo asked him.

Wang Shuo nodded, "Yes, I plan to go back before the Chinese New Year this year and rebuild this house."

Although it is cheaper to build a house in the countryside than to buy a house in the city, as elders, Song Jianguo and his wife, who still treat Wang Shuo as their other son, are still worried that he does not have enough funds.

"If you have any difficulties, you must tell us."

Du Juan echoed softly, "We are a family."

Wang Shuo nodded, glanced at Song Ning, who was full and a bit sleepy, and nodded with a smile, "Uncle, aunt, I remember, everything is fine, you don't have to worry."

The car home was driven by Wang Shuo, Song Ning yawned in the co-pilot, but the phone rang.

"It's so late, who called you?" Wang Shuo asked pretending not to care.

Song Ning glanced at the incoming call, "An exchange student from our school."

He picked up the phone and communicated with the other party in fluent English, sometimes chuckling.

Wang Shuo was driving the car and listened carefully to Song Ning's conversation with the other party, but he couldn't understand a word like a bird's language.

Wang Shuo has never disliked his cultural level as much as he does now.

A few minutes later, Song Ning hung up the phone, Wang Shuo wanted to ask him what he was talking about, but he couldn't put his face down, so he had to give up.

Song Ning was no longer sleepy when he got home. Wang Shuo came out of the shower and saw him sitting cross-legged on the bed with bare feet and typing on his laptop.

Walk in and take a look, the whole page is also in English.

"Didn't you just say you were sleepy?"

"Write something." Song Ning didn't even lift his eyelids.

Wang Shuo stood by the bed for a while, and finally made a decisive move, closed his computer and took it away. Under Song Ning's astonished eyes, he threw him down, "Don't rush to write, I have a few words I want you to use." English translation..."