Don't act like a baby [Transmigration Book]

Meng Shi's car over there had also turned around. When passing by their car, Meng Shi probably couldn't hold back his slightly obscene excitement, and stopped beside their car. Wang Jun saw him stop , he also stopped the car, Meng Shi opened the car window, leaned on the window and kept smiling ambiguously, and shouted, "Xiao Chen, take care."

Zhao Jindong also waved at Meng Shi.

Song Chen pointed at him and shouted: "I think you are drinking too little!"

"Thank you both for your hospitality today. In this way, when you both are free, I will treat you two to dinner." Meng Shi said.

Song Chen lay on the window without speaking, and pointed at Meng Shi.

Meng Shi smiled and drove past.Song Chen closed the window, his face became even hotter.

He looked at the time, it was more than eight o'clock in the evening, and it was not yet nine o'clock. Looking outside, Meng Shi's car had already gone far away.

It's winter, it's getting dark early, looking at the cold weather outside, there may be first snow in these two days.With the window open, the cold wind blows in, Zhao Jindong said, "Close the window."

"I'm hot." Song Chen said.

About love, Song Chen had too many imaginations.

He once felt that it was because he imagined too much and too beautifully that he couldn't meet the person he was attracted to in reality.

The love he wants is perfect, and the object of his desire is perfect, but his own conditions are limited and he is bound by reality.

But because I haven't talked about it, I have more fantasies about love. What I saw on the street, what I saw on the Internet, and what I thought of out of thin air, the details of the relationship between those couples, some are very sweet, and some are very provocative.

He wanted to try all these messy things on Zhao Jindong.

Fresh enough to watch the first snow together, intense enough to do it all night.

"Hot," he said again.

Zhao Jindong said, "Take off your coat when it's hot."

Song Chen took off his coat and his shirt, exposing his chest.

Song Chen's chest is the normal outline of a young man, with thin muscle lines. This is the outline that a young man will have even if he doesn't exercise, as long as he doesn't gain weight.His complexion is very fair, so the red areas that set off are a little too red, and the color can be faintly revealed through the white shirt.

Song Chen looked forward, thinking that Wang Jun should not be able to see him.

He put his hand inside his shirt and looked at Zhao Jindong drunkenly.

Zhao Jindong pulled out his hand and said, "Don't waver."

Song Chen was caught by his hand, but he was not honest, his chest heaved, he dodged and stared at Zhao Jindong firmly, instead he took Zhao Jindong's hand and pressed it into his shirt.

Zhao Jindong pulled out his hand, fastened the buttons for him, and then said to Song Chen word by word: "Stay outside, don't mess around."

What Song Chen finally mustered up the courage to do was stopped by Zhao Jindong so seriously and forcefully, so he felt ashamed to act recklessly.

Chicks, even with the strength of wine, their courage is limited.

He looked out the window and saw an old man squatting on the side of the road selling socks on the sidewalk.

Song Chen's kindness towards her has undergone several changes.When I first went to college, I couldn’t stand seeing a beggar, and I would give a little if I could, even though my family was also average, with hard-earned money.After working for two years, I don't know when it started, my heart hardened, and I felt that I was also a poor person, unable to help others.When waiting for the train at the train station, he often encountered some young boys, girls or old people chasing him with bowls, "poor and pitiful". Song Chen sat there indifferently and looked at his mobile phone without even looking at him.

He was indifferent and direct with a hint of embarrassment and shame.

But now that I have money, the heart of the Virgin is a little flooded. Seeing that it is not easy for an old man in winter, I asked the driver to stop the car.

Zhao Jindong looked at him, Song Chen got out of the car with his coat on, squatted down in front of the stall, and came up with a pile of socks after a while.

"Now we can wear new socks every day throughout the winter," he said to Zhao Jindong.

Zhao Jindong was a little surprised. The main reason was that Song Chen's thinking was too out of bounds. He was still wandering not long ago, but he suddenly got out of the car and went to do good deeds. He changed his face after a while.

He said, "You still have such a kind heart."

"It's not easy for the elderly." Song Chen said.

He put all the socks in the plastic bag on the seat. The socks are very old-fashioned, either red, green or patterned, but they are very thick.He raised his head and asked Zhao Jindong, "Half for you?"

"I always wear black, white and grey." Zhao Jindong said.

Song Chen himself actually wears black, white and grey.This kind of red, green and green socks is really not suitable for them.

"But you can't throw it away even if you bought it." Song Chen said.

"You give money, don't want socks, it's not easier."

"How can I do that? The old man comes out to set up a stall in the cold weather. He makes money by his own ability, which is different from those beggars. I bought them all, so she can go home early. Everyone looks good."

Song Chen pawed drunkenly and said, "Mother Wang and the others should want it."

As soon as he got home, he took out the socks and started selling them for the whole family.

"It's a pity to throw it away, but I can't wear it all by myself." Song Chen sat on the sofa: "Look, anyone wants it."

Mrs. Zhao definitely won't want it. Even the socks in their family are branded. Who would wear this kind of branded socks?Even Mrs. Chen and Wang Ma were a little disgusted.But for Song Chen's sake, they asked for two pairs.

"Bring more." Song Chen said enthusiastically.

"Enough is enough, I can't even wear out my own socks," Wang Ma said.

"I just bought a dozen new ones yesterday." Mrs. Chen said.

Seeing that Song Chen was shaking a bit, Mrs. Zhao asked, "Did you drink too much?"

"No." Song Chen picked up the remaining socks. Zhao Jindong had already gone upstairs, and he shook again. Mrs. Zhao hurriedly said, "Let Mrs. Chen help you up, so the scar on your forehead will heal." , don’t fall again.”

Mrs. Chen hurriedly helped Song Chen upstairs, sent him to the third floor and came back. She went to the living room and picked up the two pairs of socks she picked out just now, looked at them, and smiled.

Mrs. Zhao said: "He also thought about it, and he didn't know where he got these socks."

Wang Ma looked at the colorful socks in her hand, and said, "Don't tell me it's not the socks we bought for him on weekdays, he doesn't like it, does he?"

"It's not his birth year yet, do you want to wear red?" Mrs. Chen was also very puzzled.

Mrs. Zhao asked, "What kind of socks do you usually buy for him?"

"The men in the family are all the same, they are all black, white and grey. The husband and his brothers don't want other colors. Men's things are almost all these colors, with patterns and so on. Disgusting, disgusting."

Mrs. Zhao asked, "Where are their underwear? Do you still buy them?"

"The ones in the Near East are all bought by ourselves. They are all from a fixed brand of underwear. We still buy Xiaochen's." Wang Ma said.

"It's all black and white, too?"

Wang Ma nodded: "That's right, Xiaochen's dressing is not fancy, it's the same aesthetics as the older brothers in the family."

Understated luxury.

Mrs. Zhao said, "Could it be that his taste has changed now?"

She thinks it makes sense.

Their women's underwear has many styles, some are comfortable and loose, some are tight and sexy, and some are hollowed out. Mrs. Zhao has always felt that she can conceive a child at this age because of her changing underwear styles ... This underwear has always been a weapon on the bed.

"He used to be single, but now he's married, and you still buy the standard underwear..." Mrs. Zhao didn't finish her sentence, but both Wang Ma and Mrs. Chen understood what she meant.

"Then..." Wang Ma was a little embarrassed: "This man only has underwear, and we don't know what kind of tricks he has. How about we talk to Xiaochen and ask him what kind of underwear he likes..."

She felt embarrassed, and it was a little embarrassing to think about it.

"Why don't you just tell him and let him buy it himself in the future?" Mrs. Chen said.

Mrs. Zhao actually wanted to do it herself.

In terms of couple's love, who can compare to her in aesthetics?Forget it when she was young, but in the past few years, she has thoroughly studied this line of work.Men are visual animals, men and women, isn't it all those things!

When she was shopping in the lingerie store, she also saw some men's sexy clothes. She can only say that only you can't think of it, and no designer can't do it!There are many angry ones.

Speaking of it, if it was Zhao Xinzhi and his three brothers or their partners, she would feel a little embarrassed to do these things, but when facing Zhao Jindong and Song Chen, she just couldn't, and she didn't know if it was because they were not biological.

Mrs. Zhao ate a mouthful of fruit and said, "Don't worry about it, I'll come."

Both Mrs. Chen and Wang Ma let out a sigh of relief.

After Mrs. Zhao became pregnant, she didn't touch her mobile phone very much. After she went upstairs, she went to Zhao Yungang's study and wanted to use his computer to check the brands of men's underwear.

She remembered that there were several lingerie designers who came out of the closet in Europe and the United States. The women's underwear they designed was very fashionable, and the men's underwear was probably full of styles.

Zhao Yungang's computer was actually not turned off, it just went to sleep.She knew the password, and after entering it, she opened the page and saw a dialog box.

It was an MSN dialog box. She didn't read the content, but only saw the profile picture, and her heart skipped a beat.

It's Zheng Hong.

Mrs. Zhao froze for a moment, managed to calm down, and finally couldn't help the woman's curiosity, and looked at the content of the chat.

Fortunately, there was no such content as she thought, and judging from the tone of the chat, Zhao Yungang should have been very troubled, repeatedly stating that it was the last time.

Give her money one last time.

It seems that this Zheng Hong still hasn't quit gambling.She also thought about it a long time ago, it is not so easy to quit gambling, let alone an old gambler like Zheng Hong.

However, Mrs. Zhao was still a little unhappy. She felt that Zhao Yungang was too soft-hearted towards women.

In this regard, it is not as good as his sons, Zhao Xinzhi, Zhao Jindong, and even Zhao Baotao, who are very hard-hearted towards those they don't like.

For those she doesn't like, she is indifferent or even unfeeling, and for those she really likes, she is long-term and dedicated. As a woman, she feels that such a man is a role model in terms of emotions.

The number one model, Zhao Jindong, just came out of the shower.

He came out wiping his hair with only a towel tied around his waist.

After the winter, the heating at home is turned on, and the room is not only not cold, but also a little hot.When he came out, he saw Song Chen lying face up on the bed with his arms open.

The limbs are spread out, and the chest is exposed.

Zhao Jindong went to drink a glass of water, and looked at Song Chen from the corner of his eye while swallowing. His throat moved up and down, and the sound of swallowing was very clear in the room.Song Chen straightened his upper body slightly, then pretended to be surprised, and quickly covered his chest with both hands.

The two eyes are somewhat sharp, wrapped in alcohol, trying to hide it.