I am the white moonlight of the tyrant

577 Chapter 577, caring

Because of sunny, life at home is more colorful.

Song Zhen stayed at home and didn't go to work. He even rolled up his sleeves, took out the paper money that Lan Baozhen hadn't finished folding last night, and sat in the living room to fold gold ingots by himself.

Gu Xinzhou stared blankly: "What are you doing?"

Seeing his proficiency, Gu Xinzhou couldn't believe it: "You are a master, your folds are like works of art, each one is so beautiful."

Song Zhen looked up at her and smiled: "After my mother passed away, I would burn some for her every year during the four days of Qingming, Death Day, July and a half, and Winter Solstice."

Gu Xinzhou hurried forward, sat beside him, picked up one, and folded it like him.

While learning, she apologized: "I'm sorry, I forgot about my mother-in-law, and I didn't think of breaking it for my mother-in-law and burning it."

Song Zhen: "Don't you know now?"

Gu Xinzhou: "I still feel that I don't pay enough attention to you."

"Stupid girl." Song Zhen said dotingly: "You are perfect to me, but I, if there is anything that makes you dissatisfied, you must tell me as soon as possible."

Gu Xinzhou: "I'm very satisfied, my husband is the best husband in the world."

Song Zhen and his wife were chatting while folding gold ingots.

Only then did she know that after Song Zhen's mother passed away, Song Enshuo gave her the first seven days. After that, the entire Song family seemed to have never had this original wife, no matter whether it was Qingming or Winter Solstice, no one remembered. Song Zhen's mother.

Song Zhen didn't know these things at first.

It was just one time when I was in school, I heard from my classmates that I would go home and burn paper money today.

He looked it up online.

Since then, no matter whether it is feudal superstition or not, Song Zhen will never be absent on any day when she has to show filial piety to her mother.

The only thing that breaks his heart is that his mother failed to support him until he grew up.

Otherwise, he could move out alone with his mother to support her in the elderly.

Song Zhen smiled and said: "My mother is very beautiful. She likes the study room. She writes beautiful brush characters. Her traditional Chinese paintings are also very beautiful. I wanted to learn it, but I never had the time. Apart from talent, there is also a lot to learn about this thing." It takes time, and the writing brush cannot be learned overnight.”

Song Zhen and his wife chatted for more than three hours.

After such a simple thing, they all felt closer to each other's hearts.

After lunch, Song Zhen went to the company.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he arrived, the secretary stepped forward and said nervously: "Song Dong, Shiyue Qing Shi Dong is here, and he has been waiting for you in the reception room for four or ten minutes, and he said, "Is it right if I can't wait for you?" will leave."

Song Zhen didn't have any expression on his face, he paused, and entered the office as if nothing had happened.

The secretary was one head and two older, and quickly asked Qi Lei, "Brother Lei, what should we do?"

Qi Lei: "Cold salad."

Five years ago, the position of secretary belonged to Qi Lei.

It was only later that Song Zhen upgraded Qi Lei to a personal special assistant and carried it with him.

Qi Lei brought coffee to Song Zhen, but didn't mention anything about Shi Yueqing, nor did Song Zhen.

At 04:30 in the afternoon, Song Zhen finished all the things at hand and was ready to go home.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Shi Yue standing three meters away with a clear smile.

Because Song Zhen's bodyguards were within three meters to protect him, so he couldn't walk over.

"Dong Song!" Shi Yueqing smiled amiably: "Dong Song, hahaha, I have admired you for a long time. After working together for so long, I finally have the opportunity to meet you in person!"

(End of this chapter)