Dr. Lin started the car and told him, "Sit tight."
"Hurry up" Song Zixuan pressed the window, and the sound of the wind blew across his eardrums, as if the eardrums were suddenly expanded and painful, which actually made him sober.
"You have to thank me. Today I am both a driver and a matchmaker. You must behave well when you see Zhong Zhen, otherwise all my efforts will be in vain."
Song Zixuan closed his eyes and ignored what he said
…
After hanging up the phone, Zhong Zhenzhen hurried upstairs to change clothes. No matter whether Song Zixuan was really drunk or not, she would not let herself appear in front of him unkempt.
She spread the clothes in the closet on the bed one by one. There were so many clothes that she really didn’t know which ones to wear.
Zhong Zhenzhen randomly picked something to put on, but when she looked in the mirror, she felt it was too plain and not eye-catching enough.
I picked up another one and compared it with myself, but I was still not satisfied.
At this moment, Zhong Xiaozhe opened the door and came in. "Mom," his little head came through the crack in the door, "My toy is broken, can you help me fix it?"
Zhong Zhenzhen spread his hands and said, "I don't know how to repair toys. I will take them to the repair shop for you tomorrow."
"Oh" Zhong Xiaozhe resigned helplessly.
"Wait a minute," Zhong Zhenzhen called to him. She held two sets of skirts and showed them in front of Zhong Xiaozhe, "Which one do you think looks better on mom?"
She thought that since Zhong Xiaozhe was Song Zixuan's son, their tastes shouldn't be too different.
Unexpectedly, Zhong Xiaozhe pursed his lips and was still thinking about his toys, "Mom, go fix it for me now."
"Generally the shops are closed now. Just be obedient. Mom will get it repaired for you tomorrow." Zhong Zhenzhen coaxed him. Sure enough, his temper was as stubborn as Song Zixuan's.
Zhong Xiaozhe lowered his head, "Okay"
"Which one looks better?" Zhong Zhenzhen picked up two sets of skirts and waved them in front of his eyes.
Zhong Xiaozhe looked at her, "Mom, don't you have to wear pajamas to sleep at night? Are you going out, or are you going to repair my toys?"
Zhong Zhenzhen’s head is getting bigger, why is he still thinking about his toys?
"Listen," Zhong Zhenzhen brainwashed him, "Xiaozhe, tell mom which one looks good today, and mom will buy you a set of your favorite toys tomorrow, okay?"
Zhong Xiaozhe suddenly became energetic and jumped up, "Really?"
"I'm not going to lie to you," Zhong Zhenzhen said, "then hurry up and tell mom which one looks good?"