Don't act like a baby [Transmigration Book]

The building of Xingyun Financial Group is on the West Street of the New District Municipal Government. Outside the building is a scenic river. The autumn flowers on both sides of the river are already in full bloom. When the windows are open, the wind that blows in carries a rotten aroma.Zhao Xinzhi leaned on the seat, still watching the video in his hand.

The mobile phone repeatedly played the short video shot by Song Chen.

Song Chen posted the short video on every social account of his, and there were a lot of comments at the bottom. If you swipe down, you can see a bunch of unbearable comments.

Song Chen seems to be very keen on this. He used to like to post handsome photos on his social accounts. He has a lot of fans, both men and women, especially some wild men who don't know where they are. Every time they leave a message, they are very dirty.

He was not happy to see it.

Even more unhappy was what happened last night.

He is not blind and foolish either, nine times out of ten it was the second child who forced Song Chen yesterday, and Song Chen resisted, that's what happened.

When Song Chen and Zhao Jindong got married, Zhao Xinzhi was really miserable. He didn't even know how he survived as a family member on the day of their wedding. His heart was dripping with blood, but he wanted to bless them on his face.

Fortunately, he didn't suffer for a few days, and found out that the marriage between Song Chen and Zhao Jindong was only in name, Song Chen hated the second child to death, and married him just to torture him.

Although he felt that Song Chen was messing around, he was alive again in his heart. Recently, he saw that the two of them were getting more and more violent. Until a while ago, Song Chen burned down their new home outside, thinking that it was about to end. end.

In the past two years, what he feared the most finally happened.

What was he afraid of? He was afraid that Song Chen was only going to torture Zhao Jindong, but in the end he tortured himself.

Probably a half-brother with the same blood on his body, he can accept Song Chen having sex with other men, but with Zhao Jindong, he is particularly resistant in his heart, as if he can brainwash himself, as long as the two of them don't have sex relationship, his admiration does not count as qualifying.

But the two of them are married, and now they sleep together every day. To be honest, if you don’t wipe your gun today, you will easily go off the hook tomorrow. late that kind of thing.

Zhao Xinzhi was very anxious. After watching the video on his mobile phone over and over again, he would only become more anxious.

The Song Chen on the video is very beautiful, but the Song Chen in reality is more vivid, he can't help himself after watching it, he is distracted, ready to move.

It seems that every ten days and a half months, he would suddenly fall into such anxiety and irritability one day, he couldn't control it, his smoking hand was shaking, and his heart was full of unreasonable hostility.

He grabbed his coat and walked out of the office.

"Mr. Zhao, Manager Bai is already waiting in the meeting room..."

"Tell him to come back tomorrow." Zhao Xinzhi said, put on his coat, and strode out.

With broad shoulders, narrow waist and long legs, the secretary was very moved.

But she also knows that she is useless, not to mention that as the eldest son of Zhao, Zhao Xinzhi's marriage partner must be either rich or expensive, even if he can like ordinary people, she is also useless...not only she is useless, but also the unmarried young people in the company are useless.

Zhao Xinzhi never takes a second look at anyone in the company.

The Epiphyllum Feast is an annual grand event in Zhao's Manor, and it is also a big gathering for the dignitaries of City A. After several years of development, its significance has surpassed that of simply admiring the blooming of Epiphyllum.In the courtyard of Zhao's Manor, many flower gates have been tied with flowers, and a red carpet has been spread on the lawn. The master workers are installing lanterns on the trees. A group of waiters are standing on the corridor. Mrs. Chen is speaking in front, and suddenly sees a Lincoln parked When they got outside, a group of people turned their heads and looked over, and then saw a young man with a handsome figure getting out of the car, he was outstanding and extremely handsome.

Song Chen got out of the car and buttoned up his suit, nodded to Mrs. Chen, and saw that the group of waiters were all looking at him.

Basically, nine out of ten people who looked over had their eyes fixed on him.

Alright, alright, probably another group of people who were stunned by his beauty.

After a long time, the refreshing feeling brought by this kind of beauty is low, and he is used to it.

But he can understand these people, and he also feels the same way. He has seen many stars when performing in Disney before, and one or two of them are famous beauties in the entertainment industry, but in reality, they shocked him. beauty.Before he met those people, he had never thought that apart from novels, there are people whose appearance can be described as stunning and shocking in reality, white and shining, beautiful and dazzling, even more impactful than those on the screen.

Song Chen, as the most beautiful young man in his writing, it is perfectly normal for ordinary people to be attracted when they see him.

But no matter how beautiful a person is, it's just like that every day. Zhao Jindong, for example, is still unmoved.It is better to be together for a long time than to be happy at first glance. To get along, you still have to get along.

"Xiao Chen is back." Wang Ma said, "Dinner will be served later, after my wife finishes her work."

Song Chen nodded and asked, "Where is your wife?"

"It's in the incense room."

Zhao Yungang's preferences are relatively neutral. When he got older, he loved drinking tea and burning incense. He wrote in his divorce that Zhao Yungang had a piece of agarwood worth several million.

He hasn't seen agarwood yet.

A lot of writing, but little knowledge.

So Song Chen went to the easternmost room on the second floor. This small room was covered with glass on one side and had a good view. It was at the bottom of the study on the third floor, facing the pond. Zhao Yungang used it as a tea room.

After Song Chen knocked on the door and entered, Mrs. Zhao smiled and said, "I'm back."

"Mom, what are you doing?"

Mrs. Zhao likes Song Chen to call her "Mom" the most, and because Zhao Jindong has never called her before, it is even more rare for Song Chen to call her like this. Compared with this, Song Chen's "Mom" is so painful: " My hands are sore from scraping the agarwood shavings, please help me."

Song Chen went over and sat down beside him, took the utensil from Mrs. Zhao's hand, and tried to scrape it a few times.

The richer the people, the more elegant they are. The scraped agarwood shavings are all put into a carved silver plate, and then buckled on the incense plate, making it into the shape of a flower. Burning, very nice.

"Are these all for tomorrow?"

Mrs. Zhao nodded: "Your dad likes this, and he also likes to use this to entertain guests. He said that while admiring epiphyllum and smoking agarwood, it goes well with it."

"Father still knows how to be elegant." Song Chen flattered.

Mrs. Zhao said with a smile: "He knows what Fengya is, but he just saw my old man smoking this, and he thought it smelled good, so he just followed suit."

Zhao Yungang is still considered a nouveau riche in a real wealthy family in City A, but everyone gives him face only because his business is too big now.But Mrs. Zhao's natal family, the Mo family, has been rich for three generations.

The two of them were scraping agarwood in the incense room, and Wang Ma came in and said, "Sir and Xinzhi are back, and they said they want to serve dinner."

Mrs. Zhao flicked the agarwood crumbs on her fingertips, stood up and said, "Boss is back again?"

Song Chen pursed his lips and did not speak, carefully scraping the agarwood.Wang Ma nodded and said, "I'm back."

Mrs. Zhao was a little unhappy in her heart, and the one who came back was too diligent.

She could feel Zhao Xinzhi's eagerness to move.

When I was depressed, I heard Song Chen say: "Brother is not too young, why is he still alone all the time?"

Mrs. Zhao thought to herself, it's not because of you.

"Who knows, he didn't meet the right one. Tomorrow's epiphyllum feast will be crowded. Let's see if he can find someone he likes."

Song Chen said, "Should I find more young friends to come and play?"

"Okay," said Mrs. Zhao, "everyone would get together to be lively and lively. It would be better if there were more young people. This time, I prepared a venue for you young people in the yard behind the manor, and invited Zheng Lei is here to sing, I know he is the hottest online this year."

Zheng Lei is the most popular Internet celebrity this year. He is popular in all Weibo hot searches, Douyin hot searches, and so on. He is popular because of his cover songs.

"Then I'll tell Meng Shi to bring a few more people with him. He knows the most people."

Mrs. Zhao laughed and said, "It's best to be famous, and add some starlight to our family."

The Meng family was in the entertainment industry, and Meng Shi knew many celebrities.Such a gathering of a wealthy family is also indispensable to be embellished with stars, especially some small stars and small internet celebrities, who are more willing to come.

Making money is second to none. Attending such high society gatherings might lead to hugging someone's lap. In the entertainment industry, connections and capital are also very important.

"Let's go, don't tell them to wait." Mrs. Zhao asked Wang Ma, "Is the second child back?"

"The second child said that there are too many things in the company today, and it's too late to come back for dinner, so don't wait for him."

"Next time he calls you to talk about these things, just tell him and tell him to call Xiaochen directly."

"As far as eating, it doesn't matter whoever you call." Song Chen said.

"It's all the same, even if I call you." Mrs. Zhao said, holding his arm, and said, "Let's go."

They came downstairs, and Mrs. Zhao was wearing high heels, carefully holding Song Chen's arm.

Song Chen looked at her high-heeled shoes, probably about ten centimeters long, and the heels were very thin.

"Why do you still wear such high shoes in your own home? It's so dangerous to go up and down the stairs."

Mrs. Zhao said: "It's hard to be a woman. Look at my physique. If I don't wear high heels to improve my height, I won't be short and fat. Women just can't talk about slack."

Although Zhao Yungang often said what kind of high heels she wore at home and told her to change to flat ones, but Zhao Yungang was a bit of a fan of stockings and high heels, and as a wife, she knew it.

When people reach middle age, it is not easy to maintain passion.These stinky men don't understand her difficulties!

It was getting dark outside, but there were still people busy in the yard.Zhao Yungang and Zhao Xinzhi, father and son, stood on the porch and looked out.Song Chen and Mrs. Zhao went there together, and Mrs. Zhao smiled and said, "What are you two looking at?"

"Look at the lighting scene they designed this year." Zhao Yungang turned around and said, "You guys also have to take a look. If you are not satisfied, you can change it tomorrow."

Song Chen and Mrs. Zhao came to the porch and stood still. Zhao Xinzhi stood in the night and turned his head to look at Song Chen.

Song Chen's eyes looked at the master worker who was putting up lamps on the ladder not far away, and someone shouted from a distance: "It's time to test the lamp."

Then I saw lights all over the yard coming from the farthest distance, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple, all of them, and the big trees in the courtyard were also wrapped in a layer of golden lights, but the crowns of the trees were illuminated by green lights. Bright, emerald, just like a fairy tale dream, gorgeous and dreamy.

"I still like last year's palace lantern," Zhao Yungang said, "It's antique and quite artistic."

"Their young people are not good at that, and they will change their appearance this year. What's the use of you, an old man, if you like it."

"Youngest?" Zhao Yungang turned his head and glanced at her with a smile.

Mrs. Zhao immediately twisted his arm.

"Looking at the style you designed this year, do you still invite Liu Shuyun? Lao Yang also said that he wanted to hear her sing."

"Please, I know you guys like it, how can I miss her."

"Who is Liu Shuyun?" Song Chen asked.

Mrs. Zhao smiled and said, "Look, young people don't like this. I've been here twice, and Xiao Chen still doesn't know her name."

"She is a famous storytelling master." Zhao Xinzhi said with a smile.

"Admiring flowers requires storytelling. After drinking tea and listening to storytelling, it's so interesting to go to appreciate flowers. You young people don't understand, but you know that bouncing around is so lively." Zhao Yungang asked: " Why hasn't the second child come back?"

"He called and said he has something to do and he won't be back until later."

"Tell him not to stay outside overnight." Zhao Yungang said.

Mrs. Zhao felt that he was meddling too much, so she said, "If you want to tell him, don't let Xiaochen take the blame. Have you forgotten how impatient you were when I was meddling you?"

"I don't care about him, whatever he wants." Song Chen said.

A smile appeared on the corner of Zhao Xinzhi's mouth, and his heart became much more relaxed.

He likes to see Song Chen's indifference to Zhao Jindong, and he knows that he is a little psychopathic on this point.

At the dinner table, Mrs. Zhao felt a feeling that the wind was coming, and she felt that Zhao Xinzhi looked at Song Chen more presumptuously than before.

The sons of the Zhao family all like Song Chen, but in terms of restraint, it belongs to Zhao Xinzhi. He is mature and prudent since he was a child, and he is emotionally shy and not good at expressing. He is also the son who makes her worry the least. Now he is older , on the contrary gave her a headache more than the other two.

I used to think that the boss has a good personality, sensible, and not noisy, but now I feel that he is not as good as the third brother Zhao Baotao... Hua Hua, love this today, love that tomorrow, talk about how much I like Song Chen, but I still don’t idle outside, strong The boss is like this... Zhao Xinzhi is dead-headed, if he likes someone, he will never give up easily.

She started talking about Lao Yang's daughter at the dinner table: "What's her name?"

"Yang Hui." Zhao Yungang said.

Not to mention high education, the name is also old-fashioned.Mrs. Zhao sighed secretly, and said, "As soon as I heard the name, it was Xiuwai Huizhong."

Zhao Xinzhi didn't answer. It wasn't the first time he was forced to arrange a blind date. When Mrs. Zhao opened her mouth, he knew what she was going to do.

He asked Song Chen, "Are you still shooting that short film?"

Song Chen said, "We'll shoot the day after tomorrow."

"Shoot well and look forward to your work." Zhao Xinzhi said softly.

Zhao Yungang asked: "Then do you still write novels? Don't be busy at both ends, concentrate on finishing one and then talk about the other."

"What novel?" Zhao Xinzhi asked.

Mrs. Zhao looked at Zhao Yungang with a cold face and said as if showing off: "You don't know yet, Xiao Chen has been working on writing these days. He wrote a novel and moved your mother to tears."

When Song Chen heard it, he immediately looked at Mrs. Zhao: "Really? Really?"

Mrs. Zhao squeezed out a smile: "The writing is really good, but it's too cruel. Is it a tragedy? Is it over?"

"It's still early." Song Chen said, "It's just started. The main story hasn't started yet?"

"Is that so, I thought it was over when Luo Wensheng died, and there will be more after that, can't it be supernatural?"

She is also quite receptive to the past life or the drama of the relationship between people and ghosts.

"Buy a foreshadowing, and reveal it later." Song Chen made a fool of himself.

Zhao Xinzhi said, "Let me read any novel."

Before Song Chen could answer him, Mrs. Zhao interrupted and asked, "Have you read the novel you wrote?"

"No." He hasn't shown Zhao Jindong yet, and he doesn't know if Zhao Jindong will.

In fact, he really wanted Zhao Jindong to see it.

It is different from those novels he wrote that were flirtatious or eye-catching. He might have to hide those novels, and Zhao Jindong would probably be embarrassed if he saw them.However, novels like "After the Lover Gets Old" have a serious drama style, are very serious, and have a small fresh and serious theme, which is suitable for showing off the writing style. Maybe Zhao Jindong will have a better understanding of him after reading it.

"You should show him." Mrs. Zhao said, "It's so well written."

Zhao Xinzhi didn't interrupt, and didn't go to Song Chen's room until he went upstairs to rest, and asked him about the novel.

"Brother, don't read it, I'm sorry, I'm just writing it for fun, it's just an online novel."

"Your first work, I definitely want to read it. Tell me the name, and I'll search it."

Song Chen sent him the URL: "Just watch it, don't comment."

"why?"

"I'm sorry." There is an unwritten rule in their author circle, especially in the danmei circle. Almost everyone covers their vests, because they are afraid that colleagues, relatives and friends in real life will see it. Comments from loved ones are even more embarrassing.

Zhao Xinzhi sat down on the sofa and looked at it with his mobile phone.

He was quite surprised.

When he first heard that Song Chen was writing a novel, he thought it was just for fun, and he just wanted to show off. He has always doted on Song Chen, but after reading it, he found that it was quite simple.

The writing is simple and the story is serious.

It was very different from what he thought.

He looked at it seriously, and Song Chen also looked forward to his evaluation.

He still cares about readers' comments. He will read every comment sent by readers, even if some of them are complaints or personal attacks, he will feel uncomfortable after reading them, but he will still read them.

Suddenly footsteps came from outside, Song Chen looked towards the door, and saw that the door was pushed open.

It was Zhao Jindong who came in.

Zhao Jindong's suit was draped over his arm, and he came in while pulling his tie. When he came in and saw Song Chen and Zhao Xinzhi in the living room, he was stunned for a moment, and his face turned cold.

Ha ha ha.

Zhao Xinzhi was a little embarrassed, but he sat still and said, "The second child is back, working overtime?"

Zhao Jindong said, "Brother is free."

His tone was unpleasant, and his words were tinged with thorns, and Zhao Xinzhi's face turned cold, and he said to Song Chen, "I'll go back to the room and watch it, and I'll give you an evaluation after I finish watching it."

Zhao Jindong went straight to the bedroom, while Zhao Xinzhi went out, leaving Song Chen alone in the living room for a while, then turned and went to the study.

It didn't take long for Zhao Jindong to come in, still wearing the same clothes, suit pants, white shirt, and the collar was open.For a man of his stature and length, wearing it like this is particularly sexy. Song Chen couldn't help but look at the outline of his chest, and he could feel his strong chest muscles through the shirt.

"Is it going to start again?" Zhao Jindong said.

"what?"

"You," said Zhao Jindong, "did you do it on purpose?"

Song Chen said, "No."

Zhao Jindong was silent for a while, and said, "Where's your ring?"

Song Chen raised his head to look at him, Zhao Jindong said, "Wedding ring."

He really didn't know where to put it.

"Put it on tomorrow." Zhao Jindong said.

"Oh."

Although it was just "oh", not "okay" or "um", Zhao Jindong felt better after all.

He didn't even ask him why he wore it, so he agreed so obediently.

Probably because he often confronted him, and once in a while obeyed, Zhao Jindong pursed his lips and looked at Song Chen's face.

A face that is more vivid than on the big screen, the skin and flesh are warm, and he can smell his own smell when he gets close, he knows it.

He will give Zhao Xinzhi a little bit of trouble tomorrow.

In fact, he just didn't want to. If he wanted to, the three sons of the Zhao family would have a knife in their hearts.

Or Song Chen's heart can also be inserted.

The bitter taste of the fruit planted in the past ten years should not be tasted by him alone.But if Song Chen is as docile as he is now, maybe he can forgive him.

But this idea didn't exist for long, and soon he realized that having fantasies about Song Chen was asking for trouble, just like when he was a child, he believed Song Chen's rhetoric, but fell into his trap again and again.

Song Chen was rummaging through boxes and cabinets.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Looking for a ring." Song Chen said as he dug out a bunch of rings: "Which one is a wedding ring?"

Zhao Jindong's face darkened again.

Suddenly recalling his erotic dream last night, Song Chen who was fucked up, crying and helpless, was suitable to throw him a bunch of rings at that time, and then asked him: "Which one is the wedding ring?"

If he picks a mistake and does it once, he will know that he can't remember which wedding ring it is. What a lesson!