169: The male protagonist’s script, he is anxious!
He took the script of a male protagonist.
Song Yu himself thought so.
In his early years, he experienced his father's failure in business and became an alcoholic at home, and then he failed to survive.
He grew up with his grandfather.
Although grandpa has four grandchildren, he has been optimistic about him since he was a child.
He lived up to his grandfather's expectations. Even though his family was in decline, he still got admitted to a prestigious university and made his family's factory on the verge of bankruptcy bigger and stronger.
But now...
Song Yu discovered that he seemed to have picked up the wrong script.
He didn't even know her mother had so much nonsense.
In just five minutes, she repeated one sentence four times.
And she even asked her, where is her bath towel?
No...
He is not a pervert, nor is he a mommy's boy. He is almost 40 years old, how can he know where his mother's bath towel is?
Also, how does he know which bottle she should use first for skin care?
In his opinion, those skin care products are IQ taxes. If you really want to look good, you don't need to apply anything to look good. If you are ugly, no matter how much you apply it, it will be useless. You will still be ugly after taking off the makeup, unless you go for plastic surgery.
Therefore, his standard for finding a wife back then was not to find anyone who had plastic surgery.
Therefore, he was quite satisfied with Xiao Chenchen, at least before today.
He finally used the excuse that he had to work overtime to deal with his mother, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief, his son called again.
He said that he has to pay the book fee tomorrow and there will be a spring outing the day after tomorrow.
During the spring outing, he didn't know what to bring.
"Whatever you brought for your spring outing before, you will bring with you now." Song Yu felt like his head was about to explode.
Little friend Song: "But before my father, my mother packed all my things. Now I only find a spring outing bag, which is empty."
Child Song: "And my mother would bake cookies and cakes for me during spring outings and let me share them with the children. I have promised the children to bring them this time, but now there are no cookies."
Song Yu had a headache: "Then go buy it."
Song Yu: "If you don't know where to buy it, ask your sister to buy it."
Little friend Song: “But my sister doesn’t know where to buy it.”
Little friend Song: "Also...I don't know a few questions. Dad, can you explain them to me?"
Song Yu:!!!
When Song Yu heard the topic, he reflexively thought of his part-time job during the day, and almost dropped his phone without shaking his hands.
But taking a deep breath, he remembered that his youngest son was still in elementary school, and it wasn't some weird school.
He suddenly regained his confidence.
"Okay, you can start the video."
Little friend Song immediately turned on his phone and showed his cute face.
Seeing his son's face, Song Yu instinctively wanted to praise him.
After all, men make money just to carry on the family line.
But looking at his son's asymmetrical clothes buttons and messy hair, he couldn't help but laugh.
"You... got into a fight with someone?" he asked suspiciously.
Little friend Song: "No... I'm great today. I took a shower and dried my hair by myself. Dad, don't I look handsome in this way?"
Song Yu:......
Song Yu: Handsome...so handsome!!!
He's crazy. I wonder if he has obsessive-compulsive disorder? Is the asymmetry going to piss him off?
He was so angry that he called his mother again and asked her why she didn't blow the child's head properly.
Mother Song is studying her pile of cosmetics that she doesn't understand.
Yes.
The cosmetics she bought were not in Chinese or English.
But French and Russian.
She suffered hardships when she was young, but now that she has money, she wants to compensate herself crazily. She does not buy the best things, but only the most expensive ones, and she must buy imported goods.
Her own English is not bad, after all, she was a college student of that era.
But she only knows English as a foreign language, and she knows nothing about other foreign languages.
After discovering this habit of her mother-in-law, Xiao Chenchen took the initiative to submit some brands to her for recognition.
But she refused to learn, and said that if she knew everything, then what else would she, a daughter-in-law, do?
Even she didn't allow Xiao Chenchen to help her translate and label these things.
Because putting a label on it will make the bottle look a little low.
So for her convenience, Xiao Chenchen would go to his room every morning and evening to give him the order of using cosmetics twice.
She had actually laid out the morning ones before leaving this morning, but the evening ones...
Her mother-in-law said that she didn't like a messy dressing table. So Xiao Chenchen set it up for her on the spot while she was taking a shower.
When she heard that her son couldn't help her and was still quarreling with her, Mother Song suddenly exploded: "I told you not to go on the show, you have to go."
"Is he my son? I'll take care of whose son I am. I'm so annoyed."
After she finished speaking, she hung up the phone.
Song Yu:??
Song Yu can quarrel with his wife and daughter.
But only mother...
This woman still has a relatively special status in his life.
Although he was irritable, he didn't get angry.
But this calmness didn't last long, and he couldn't help but get angry.
"Are you a pig? I've told you this for the third time, why are you still wrong?"
"No, does your brain only weigh 10g? It's obviously a multiplication sign, why do you want to divide it?"
"Song Tianen!! I'm talking to you, where are you looking?"
"Song Tianen, I just talked about this question. It is the same as the formula above. Why can you write the above question but not this question?"
"No, are you deaf?"
"...."
From calm at the beginning to gradually irritable and collapse.
Song Yu suddenly wished that he hadn't gotten off work yet.
Even if he is ridiculed by that naughty kid Omu, at least he doesn't have to face this chaotic life.
He really has had enough!
Starting from tomorrow, he will never allow Xiao Chenchen to go out at night.
"Look for your mother!"
"See your daughter-in-law tomorrow! Don't ask me!"
At 10:30, Song Yu finally ended his painful day with a roar.
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Although Bai Linlang really didn't want to be separated from Hao Bufan, when she heard that Hao Bufan sometimes had to get up late at night and needed her help, she rolled into the room and blew a kiss to Hao Bufan through the window to say good night.<
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Hao Bufan looked at his girlfriend's speed of closing the door at the speed of light. He was a little surprised, but he could accept it.
After all, his current condition is indeed a burden for those who take care of him.
Moreover, since he is not married to Bai Linlang yet, he has no right to ask her to take care of him.
Seeing his girlfriend closing the curtains, he turned the wheelchair and slid towards the Taoist temple.
It was already 10 o'clock in the evening, and he was worried that the teacher would go to bed first, so he deliberately moved very slowly, but before he entered the Taoist temple, he was stopped by someone.
This is Zhang Pingping.
"Master Hao, are you free? Can we talk about 50 cents?"
Hao Bufan frowned. He was actually not a particularly sociable person, especially one who was obviously not in the same world.
But out of education, he still asked: "Is something wrong?"
Zhang Pingping scratched his head: "No, I just can't sleep, a little boring."
Hao Bufan:......
Hao Bufan frowned: "But I want to rest."
Zhang Pingping grabbed his arm in a familiar manner: "Stop, why are you going to bed so early? Are you playing games? I'll help you improve your score!"]"
Hao Bufan: "No fighting."
"Ah? Then what are you playing with?"
"What do you usually play? I'm quite curious about what you real wealthy young men play."
It's not that he has to curry favor with Hao Bufan, but he recently took a rather special order.
Also to play with.
But the owner is not a girl, but a boy...
Judging from the circle of friends, it seems that they are from the first-class aristocratic families in Los Angeles.
He has accompanied girls to play more exciting games before, but he really doesn't know what men play with.
"What are you playing for?" Hao Bufan frowned.
He was really confused.
In fact, the Hao family's family tradition is considered to be relatively strict among the wealthy families in Los Angeles.
He still has access control until he turns 18.
If you don't go home after 10 o'clock in the evening, you will be punished by kneeling down.
So after he turned 18, he rebelled for a while.
"You can play whatever you want." Hao Bufan said calmly.
He didn't seem to have much fun. He originally wanted to play racing, but his mother was afraid that something would happen to him and refused to let him play.
He wants to go to sea and travel around the world. His mother will die at home if she can't see him for more than three days.
So...
His favorite thing about going abroad is probably going to bars and constantly changing girlfriends.
"Are you very free?"
"Study when you have free time." Thinking of his colorless adolescence, Hao Bufan said coldly and left.