He Chengze lingered outside for a long time without making up his mind to knock on the door.
He had evidence of Zhou Lin's cheating in his hand, and it was clear this time. If Song Tiantian saw it, how would she react?
Maybe, the two of them can't even be friends anymore.
Zhou Lin was introduced by him.
But he couldn't bear not telling her and didn't want her to be hidden.
"Oh, Assistant He. Why are you outside? Come in quickly." When Song Duojin came home, he happened to see He Chengze wandering outside. They had seen each other quite a lot. Song Duojin admired this young man very much.
Patient and responsible.
Although it can be seen that he is not doing things neatly, he is studying hard.
This is a good candidate worthy of being entrusted to my daughter for the rest of her life.
"Mr. Song."
He Chengze's scalp was numb.
He really couldn't handle Song Duojin.
"Come on, come home with me. Didn't you have dinner? You must have come to talk to me about work, right?" You definitely didn't come to his house so late to look for your daughter.
Tiantian made it very clear that He Chengze didn't like her and she was just wishful thinking.
Song Duojin still feels a little regretful.
Why can't we be together?
"Ah, yes."
Song Duojin gave him a good excuse.
"Come in, I'll ask the kitchen to cook some good dishes. Do you have any taboos?" Song Duojin was wearing a suit. He was middle-aged, fat and wore a gold chain. He wanted to have the word "nouveau riche" written on his face.
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"I have no dietary restrictions, I can eat anything."
Young Master He was very bold, but when he arrived at the Song family, he became more reserved.
"It's a blessing for young people to eat. I'm most annoyed by those picky guys who wait until they're hungry to know whether they can eat." Song Duojin didn't have a good impression of He Chengze at first, but after the incident in the company,
The more he looked at it, the more pleasing it became.
Now, He Chengze speaks from his heart when he says he is not picky about food.
"Thank you, Mr. Song."
"Why don't you call me Mr. Song? Call me uncle." Song Duojin put his arm around his shoulder. Although He Chengze was a bastard, there were almost no elders who had been with him since he was a child. The status of the He family is so high that the elders he usually interacts with would not do it.
Such rude behavior.
Ordinary people are even less likely to have such an opportunity. Seeing him is like seeing a Bodhisattva.
"Why."
He Chengze felt a little uncomfortable.
He was pushed home by Song Duojin.
"Honey, please stir-fry two more dishes."
The Song family is rich, but Mrs. Song is still responsible for simple housework and cooking. She usually hires a housekeeping aunt to do the cleaning, but there is no live-in nanny. Compared with the He family's numerous servants, it can be considered
It's deserted up there.
Mrs. He has never cooked since He Chengze could remember.
His mother has always been delicate and elegant, without any smoky air about her.
"Are there guests?"
Mrs. Song wiped her hands and saw a handsome young man when she came out.
"I told you about Assistant He last time." Song Duojin winked at his wife. He knew He Chengze's identity, but he couldn't call him Mr. He at his age. Especially when his daughter still liked him,
Maybe he will be this guy's father-in-law in the future.
"Oh, it turns out to be Assistant He. I'll make you a cup of tea."
"Auntie, there's no need to be busy! I'm already very embarrassed to come over." No matter how He Chengze stopped him, he couldn't resist the enthusiasm of the Song family. Song Duojin stayed with him for a while, and He Chengze chatted with him about the progress of the project.
It's not for nothing that he has been in the company for so long.
"Drink tea. You and your Uncle Song have a good chat, and I'll go to the kitchen to prepare dinner."
The food of the Song family is very homely, and has a taste that the He family does not have.
When He Chengze was brought to the dining table in a daze, he saw fish-flavored shredded pork, braised crucian carp, and egg yolk chicken wings on the dining table. In addition, there were baby greens and scrambled eggs with tomatoes, these two barely considered vegetarian dishes.
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"Here, this is radish and pork ribs soup."
Five dishes and one soup, enough for four people.
"Tiantian, this girl, you have to ask me to call you "Assistant He" every time it's meal time. What a joke."
"It's okay, I'm the one interrupting."
Song Duojin and his wife looked at each other, what a polite boy.
"Sweet!"
Mrs. Song stood at the top of the stairs and shouted, and soon Song Tiantian came down wearing slippers.
"Why don't you come down early? There are guests at home." Mrs. Song said in a low voice.
"What guest? My uncle is here again?" Song Tiantian didn't take it seriously. When she walked to the restaurant, she was stunned.
He Chengze.
He actually appeared at their dinner table, which was a bit dreamy.
He Chengze held the chopsticks tightly in his hand.
He tried to maintain a superficial calm.
Song Tiantian sat opposite him, watching her father invite He Chengze to drink, and even took out a ten-year-old daughter's red, one mouthful for Assistant He.
"Eat more dishes. I didn't expect guests to come today. These dishes are too simple. Assistant He, please call in advance when you come back next time. I will make my special dishes."
"Auntie, these dishes are delicious."
Hejia’s dishes are not so delicious, and we usually pay attention to health preservation and combination.
The Song family's heavy oil and salt made He Chengze feel the satisfaction he had not seen for a long time.
This fish-flavored shredded pork is so delicious, even the crucian carp he hates is delicious.
"Come on, let's go."
Song Duojin caught He Chengze drinking, but usually there were not many people drinking with him.
"OK."
He Chengze regarded Song Duojin as his elder, so he was very obedient.
Song Tiantian couldn't eat enough.
She still doesn't know what He Chengze is here for.
"If you like our food, don't be polite next time." Song Duojin was really happy.
"Dad, the chefs in the He family are all in charge, and the food they eat every day is much better than ours. But even if you are polite, you should take it seriously." Song Tiantian lowered her head to drink the soup, her tone was not very good.
The atmosphere at the dinner table became tense.
"Tiantian, why are you talking?" Song Duojin turned to look at He Chengze and said, "Don't worry, she's not in a good mood lately."
"It's okay, uncle."
He Chengze knew that she was angry.
She was also angry with him.
It was his fault that he came here.
"Let's go on and eat. You can try it. Don't be polite. The project last time was thanks to you. I heard from my old friend that He's projects are very stuck. I was able to finalize it so quickly because you were busy.
Busy before and after."
Song Tiantian glanced at him and realized that he was here for the project.
He is not here to find her.
She started to be sentimental again.
"Uncle, you're welcome."
He Chengze was good-looking and polite, so he seemed to be a good son-in-law in the eyes of the Song family. Unfortunately, his family background did not match him.
The He family's family status is so high that the Song family cannot match it.
He Chengze lowered his head to eat, filled two bowls of rice, and ate most of the egg yolk chicken wings and fish-flavored shredded pork.