This happened...

Fu Song felt as if ten thousand grass and mud horses were galloping by, so he could only smile awkwardly and said, "That, it's not Xiao Xiao."

Old Mrs. Qiao was stunned for a moment, feeling a little annoyed that she had spoken too much. She glanced at Fu Song deeply and said, "It's pretty good, it's pretty good, which girl is it?"

"Cough cough cough!" At this time, Zheng Houzuo called back and coughed hard, "Zheng Kun will come back immediately, you can go and cook quickly."

As soon as my wife reminded me, Old Mrs. Qiao wanted to slap herself and quickly said, "You guys are resting here, I'll go to the kitchen to take a look."

Chu Linlin stood up and said, "I'll help you."

Wei Han is not really stupid Bai Tian. Seeing that Chu Linlin had left, she hurriedly chased after him: "And I, Grandma Qiao, although I can't cook, I can still help you."

After all the three women left, Zheng Houzuo sat on the sofa opposite Fu Song and looked at him with a playful look.

Fu Song was a little furious when he looked at him and said embarrassedly: "Director Zheng, I will play chess with you."

Zheng Houzuo curled his lips disdainfully: "You chess trick, it's boring to play with you."

Fu Song quickly picked up the teacup and drank it slowly, hoping that this cup of tea would never be finished.

Zheng Houzuo said with a hilarious look: "Have you finished drinking? I'll give you some more."

Fu Song: “….”

"I'm too lazy to serve you if I don't drink it." Zheng Houzuo poured a cup of tea and took a sip.

Every time I saw Fu Song before, I would be choked by him. Today he is rare to be so honest, as honest as a quail.

The two of them were so speechless, drinking tea silently.

"Which girl from your wife is?" Zheng Houzuo was very curious. He actually gave up such a good girl as Xiao Zhumei. Whose girl has such great charm?

In his opinion, whether in terms of appearance or talent, Xiao Zhumei is definitely a good match for Fu Song. He even thinks that Fu Song is not worthy of Xiao Zhumei. Such a good wife is hard to find with a lantern. If he had a young son of the same age as Xiao Zhumei, he would definitely encourage him to pursue Xiao Zhumei

Fu Song coughed, looked at Lao Zheng, and said, "I guess you know each other."

"Oh?" Zheng Houzuo became interested. Since he knew him, he could basically not leave his own circle. So he frowned and thought, "It must not be from the Planning Commission. I am familiar with the Planning Commission. If any child gets married, I will definitely receive the news. It is not from the Ministry of Finance. It cannot be from the Social Sciences system, right? Lao Wei introduced you? With his eyes, what kind of beautiful daughter can he introduce? Wait, it cannot be Shen Chongshan's daughter. I heard that he wants to recruit you as a son-in-law..."

Fu Song's heart was once again 10,000 horses galloped past, and they all said that the old ladies were gossiping, but they didn't expect that the big man Zheng Houzuo would gossip even more outrageously.

"Ahem, that's the matter, my father-in-law is Liang Minzhang."

Zheng Houzuo blinked his eyes and said, "No, how old is Liang Minzhang's eldest daughter? It seems that her little daughter is not as big as Wei Han yet?"

Fu Song said with a depressed look: "My wife is Liang Minzhang's eldest daughter. She is three years older than me. The girl is holding a gold brick in her junior year. I am happy."

Zheng Houzuo immediately laughed: "It's right and it's right. Haha, it turns out that he is Lao Liang's eldest daughter. Alas, in terms of origin, he is indeed much stronger than Xiao Xiao."

Fu Songyi said honestly: "Before we confirmed our relationship, I didn't know that her father was Liang Minzhang!"

Zheng Houzuo snorted, picked up the cup and sipped the tea, and said lightly: "People nowadays, if they have two bad money, they don't know what their surname is. They eat the bowl and look at the pot, and they have the face to say to me."

Fu Song twitched his mouth, looked at his old face that deserved to be beaten, took a deep breath and said, "You are not afraid of your shadow slanting!"

Zheng Houzuo rolled his eyes: "Okay, look at your anxious and white face. Don't worry, I, as old as a dead man, probably won't be able to go back in my life, and I can't delay your hugs."

Fu Song blushed and said, "Nothing is wrong, don't talk nonsense."

Zheng Houzuo smiled and said, "I won't talk about this anymore, haha, come and have a tea."

After knowing Fu Song for so long, Zheng Houzuo finally let out a sigh of anger in front of him and raised his head proudly. Since his goal has been achieved, he will stop when he sees it and will no longer deal with his words.

Fu Song almost came up in one breath, and felt a punch hitting the cotton, which was really uncomfortable.

Zheng Houzuo looked at him with a bad face and felt so comfortable. As for what connection Xiao Zhumei had with him, he, an outsider, naturally would not care about it.

Anyway, the one who suffered the loss in the end was Liang Minzhang's daughter, not his daughter.

However, he looked at Fu Song with some admiration. This boy was not very handsome and could actually make Xiao Zhumei do such a thing...

Alas, in this society today, people's hearts are not as old as ever.

Just as he was sighing alone, he suddenly heard the sound of a car horn coming from outside, and then Zheng Kun rushed in.

When Fu Song saw Zheng Kun, he was so excited that he burst into tears. If he stayed with Zheng Houzuo like this, he felt like he was going crazy.

"Brother Kun, you are back!"

Zheng Kun was stunned for a moment, thinking that something was wrong with his ear.

Brother Kun? He actually called me brother? In the past, he called Lao Zheng, or called Zheng Kun directly. Today, the sun hit the west?

The heat made him feel goosebumps all over his body.

"Mr. Fu is here, I..." Before Zheng Kun finished speaking, Fu Song grabbed his arm and dragged it away.

"Brother Kun, I have always liked your balcony. Let's go there and have a tea and chat."

Zheng Kun looked back at Zheng Houzuo, then Fu Song, and always felt something was wrong, "Hey, don't drag it, I'll leave myself."

When he arrived at the balcony upstairs, Fu Song sat on the lounge chair and breathed a long sigh.

Zheng Kun put the bag on the table and asked with a smile: "What's wrong with you? You're choking my dad again? No, why do you feel the opposite?"

Fu Song's face turned dark and said angrily: "I thought my mouth was poisonous enough, but I didn't expect your father's mouth to be even more poisonous."

Zheng Kun said curiously: "What's going on?"

Fu Song opened his mouth and sighed, "Forget it, your father is so old after all, so it's nothing to ask him to criticize him. I'm still okay with respecting the elderly."

Zheng Kun was speechless for a moment, too lazy to argue with him, so he asked: "When did you arrive? Why don't you call in advance, I can go and pick you up."

Fu Song waved his hand and said, "It's not that I don't recognize the way. Besides, I know you are busy and have time to pick me up. It's better to do more work."

Zheng Kun smiled bitterly and said, "You are becoming more and more like a capitalist."

Fu Song gave him a blank look: "Don't forget, you are also a capitalist, you are working for yourself."

Zheng Kun shrugged and said, "But it's more about working for you. Okay, it's not easy for you to come here. I'll report to you about the research progress in the laboratory."
Chapter completed!