In the middle of the night, Fu Song was woken up by the crying sound. When he turned on the desk lamp, he saw that the little guy was looking for milk to drink with his eyes closed.

Liang Xi was very satisfied tonight, feeling a little sorry for him to be too tired and wanted to carry the child out to feed him, but Fu Song grabbed him.

She had too much milk, and she was still fed here, but she had already become a liberated well. Her pajamas were wet and she had a lot of wet.

Seeing Fu Song staring straight at him, Liang Xi said laughing and crying: "Why are you doing while standing there? Why don't you take a towel and continue?"

Fu Song hurriedly found the towel, and then he remembered the two towels he had prepared to use to wipe his body.

Liang Xi threw it directly under the bed with disgust. There was no way, so he pulled him over and pressed his head and said, "Stop it with your mouth, it's a bargain."

A smell of milk suddenly penetrated into the nostrils. Fu Song was almost choked. He felt so frustrated, I didn't want to!

Looking at his son's tender face with a slanted eye, Fu Song was in tears. Good son, I didn't mean to compete with you for food. If you want to blame him, you should blame your mother.

The little guy ate and drank enough, leaned on Fu Song's shoulder and burped, and continued to sleep loudly.

Fu Song had just lying flat, and Liang Xi's thigh came up, "There are still a lot of stocks, why don't you eat more?"

Fu Song hurriedly begged for mercy and said, "You want to hold me to death!"

Liang Xi laughed: "Then forget it. Tell me about the United States."

Fu Song yawned and said, "Didn't you tell me when you call me? There's nothing to say."

"Then do you have..."

"What?"

Liang Xi got up and looked down at him and asked, "Have you ever seen Xiao Zhumei's little vixen?"

Fu Song said intimately that it was dangerous. If you hadn't been prepared for it, you would have been surprised to find out when you suddenly asked.

He looked into her eyes calmly and said, "I saw you, I was afraid that you would be jealous, so I didn't dare to say it on the phone."

Liang Xi smiled and said, "Is that true?"

Fu Song said: "I won't lie to you. Didn't I attend the National Day reception of the New York Consulate? At the reception, I met a student from MIT named Guo Heng. He and Xiao Zhumei are of the first-class level, so I asked Xiao Zhumei casually..."

There are at least nine and half truths in the ten sentences, and at most half lies. Of course, some things that are naturally deep and deep in love have happened between him and Xiao Zhumei, and they will never explain them.

After he finished speaking, Liang Xi didn't say anything for a long time.

Fu Song was about to think it was going to be bad, but Liang Xi said, "It's not easy for her to be there as a little girl. OK, okay, I won't be angry."

Fu Song was afraid that she would continue to interrogate, so he quickly said, "It's nothing, you are suspicious, go to bed quickly."

Liang Xi nodded his forehead and said, "I will believe you this time. If I let me know that you lied to me, hum, I will break it for you!"

The next morning, when Fu Song was trying to please the little guy, Peng Fang came.

"Mr. Fu, I'm here to be a villain." Peng Fang got a green military coat from somewhere, and he was wrapped tightly.

"It's too late to welcome, please come in quickly." Fu Song introduced: "This is my lover, Liang Xi."

"Hello, Mrs. Fu, I came in a hurry and didn't prepare any gifts. This is a meeting gift for the children." Peng Fang stuffed a red envelope into the little guy's arms.

Seeing that the red envelope was quite thick, Liang Xi was about to refuse, but Fu Song said, "Hold it, Lao Peng is the big boss, and it's useless if he doesn't take his money."

Peng Fang smiled bitterly and said, "Mr. Fu, you are really good at joking."

Liang Xi took the child and said, "It's time for the child to sleep, Mr. Peng, you guys talk."

After taking the tea poured by Du Juan, Peng Fang took a sip and said, "Mr. Fu, your place is so nice, but it's very quiet in the downtown city."

Fu Song smiled and said, "This is because you are used to the prosperity of Xiangjiang River. After waiting for you to live here for a long time, you won't feel that it is better."

Peng Fang said: "That's the case, my biggest dream when I was young was to eat meat every day, the oily and fat meat, eat as much as I want. Later, when the conditions were improved, I wanted to vomit as soon as I saw the fat meat."

Fu Song said: "Beijing has gathered delicious food from all over the country, you can try it more."

Peng Fang said: "What I want to eat most now is my hometown food, but I heard from Ms. Chen that there seems to be no Gan restaurant in Beijing."

Fu Song said: "If you want to eat Gan cuisine, you have to go to your province or your city's Beijing office. The chefs there must be authentic. By the way, before you leave Beijing, it is best to go to your province's office."

Peng Fang disagreed and said, "Is this necessary?"

Fu Song said: "Why didn't it? Last year, I asked you to go to the Xinhua News Agency's Hong Kong branch to inquire about the news. Is it useful? I dare to promise that as long as you go to the Beijing office you are living in, haha, you can not only save countless troubles, but also enjoy VIP treatment throughout the journey."

Peng Fang slapped his thigh and said, "Listen to you, I'll be there in the afternoon!"

After resting at home for two days, I finally fed Liang Xi, coughing, and I was so angry.

The rear was stabilized, and Fu Song had the heart to work.

He came to Wei Qifeng's office with a pinch. Old Wei had just arrived, holding a thermos in his hand and was about to pour water. He was not surprised at all when he saw him. He smiled and asked, "Why don't you take a few more days off? Liang Minzhang's daughter is willing to let you out?"

Fu Song quickly took the thermos and said, "Teacher, I'll come. I just work hard and can't rest."

Wei Qifeng laughed and scolded: "I'm talking to me. I heard from Shen Chongshan that her daughter is your secretary. Tsk tsk, I don't have a secretary yet, so you should match it first."

Fu Song put the teacup to his hand and said, "Do you really want a secretary? How do you think of me?"

"Get out!" Wei Qifeng gave him a blank look and said angrily: "I can't afford you as a secretary. Good guy, Chen Hong's salary of more than 2,000 yuan a month, and even if he sells me, he can't make up so much money."

The teachers and students talked nonsense for a while, and Fu Song knew that Wei Qifeng would definitely be very busy at the end of the year, so he stopped talking nonsense and simply reported to him about the situation in the past six months.

Wei Qifeng took a sip of tea and said, "Among the students I have taught in recent years, I am the most at ease with you. There will be no big deal in the future, you can do it yourself."

Fu Song immediately beat the snake and said, "Then can I graduate early?"

Wei Qifeng said happily: "As long as you finish writing your graduation thesis, you can defend it at any time."

"Then I took it seriously?" Fu Song was a little disbelief. Didn't he say that Lao Wei's students are all difficult-to-graduate families, why was it his turn to be so smooth?

Wei Qifeng said: "I wish you graduated quickly so that you can make room to recruit new students. Now the educational resources are tight, and each carrot is one pit. If you occupy the pit, others will not be able to get in."
Chapter completed!