Chapter 22, Chapter 22, First Update

Song Fenglin is a man who does whatever he thinks of. The next day, when he was picking up his child, he bought a football on the way.

He carried the ball and first sent his daughter to the piano class, and then took his son to play in the community.

Chen Xinyang was only four years old and couldn’t control the strength well, so he seemed to be being carried by the ball.

He ran very vigorously, and soon he was covered in sweat, with his face flushed with excitement.

The original protagonist becomes a foil for picking up the ball, and it looks like he hasn't done much exercise at all.

However, Song Fenglin felt very tired just by standing, and the soles of his feet felt like they were being pricked by needles.

When Chen Yun came back, she saw him standing there twisting his waist and head. She slowly approached from behind, trying to scare him.

Unfortunately, Chen Xinyang didn't understand his mother's intention to play a prank, and rushed over shouting loudly.

Chen Yun happened to be wearing a skirt, and the hem of her skirt fluttered in the wind created by him.

If she hadn't pressed the button quickly, she would have embarrassed herself in public today.

She said, "Sure enough, it's better for mothers to travel light."

Song Fenglin happened to approach: "Wear it if you like it."

After looking at it again and again, she felt that it was a little familiar: "Has it been bought several years ago?"

He actually remembered it. Chen Yun: "Yes, I bought it when we went to Yunnan for a trip." No matter

how busy Song Fenglin is, he will try to take some time every year for his family to go out for a trip.

But he didn't have much chance to ask, "Where do you want to go during the summer vacation?"

The question was from an adult, and the answer was from Chen Xinyang.

He jumped up and down on the spot: "I want to see pandas!"

Song Fenglin held his head: "Got it, pick up the ball first."

Yes, football.

Chen Xinyang ran forward without stopping, and there was even a hint of dust flying in the air.

Chen Yun looked at him with disgust: "Why is he running like a duck?"

His neck was stretched forward and his arms were flapping like wings.

As soon as she said that, Song Fenglin also thought it was true and laughed: "After all, they are her biological children."

He was still laughing. Chen Yun: "Men, they say

one thing and mean another." She rolled her eyes: "I'll go catch the stars."

Song Fenglin had the impression that teacher Chen was very fierce: "I'll go, in case the teacher scolds people."

Chen Yun had learned a little in the Children's Palace when he was a child, and said: "I'd better go and listen to the teachings, after all, I'll be the one practicing with you." Different professions

are like different worlds, Song Fenglin couldn't even understand the music score.

He thought that he really couldn't take over this job, so he waited for the mother and daughter to finish practicing the piano before taking over and explaining the questions to his daughter.

Chen Yun's anger was already on the verge of becoming intense, but it suddenly subsided: "Xingxing, Mom will live a long life."

Chen Xingyue became lively and cheerful as soon as her butt left the piano stool. She understood with her limited cultural level: "Mom, don't die!"

Chen Yun pinched her face: "Well, from now on it will be Dad who is angry."

Song Fenglin, the tutor, had only been on the job for a few days and had not yet experienced what it was like to be furious.

He felt that it would not come to this, and knocked on the desk: "Come on, class starts."

Chen Xingyue took a step back: "I need to go to the toilet."

People have three urgent needs, so what else could Song Fenglin say? He had to stop talking.

Chen Yun lifted his chin up: "Come on, I'll take Yangyang to pick up the express."

Chen Xinyang has no pressure from schoolwork and is as happy as a little bird.

He took the lead on his scooter, looking back from time to time to see where his mother was.

Chen Yun had to walk fast to catch up with him, but it didn't restrict his freedom.

Chen Xinyang himself didn't dare to stay too far away from his mother. When he saw a gecko, he jumped back in fright.

Chen Yun pushed the stroller and freed up one hand to hold him: "It's okay, it's okay, mom is here."

Chen Xinyang still looked panicked. After arriving home, he opened his arms and gestured to his father and sister: "This is a big gecko."

Song Fenglin: "Brother, geckos are less than one meter long."

Chen Xinyang: "I'm one meter!"

Chen Xingyue corrected like an adult: "You're not a gecko."

Chen Xinyang's brain was unable to connect with the previous second, and he ran to the height ruler excitedly: "Mom, have I grown taller?" The last time

he went to Happy Valley to play bumper cars, but he was not tall enough. Now he has to measure his height every few days.

With such frequent exercise, how can I find the energy to grow taller?

However, there are some tricks to raising children. Chen Yun said in an exaggerated tone: "It's grown another centimeter taller. The baby will be able to play bumper cars soon."

Chen Xinyang was very satisfied and was pushed away by his sister.

Chen Xingyue jumped up and down: "What about me? What about me?"

Chen Yun: "The baby has grown taller, and that's great."

The brother and sister were both happy and played house together.

Only now did Song Fenglin have time to discuss something with his wife.

He said, "Mr. He will look for me this afternoon."

They were both about to resign, so why were the couple still arguing with each other?

Even if she is a victim in the relationship, it is not her family's responsibility.

Chen Yun sighed: "What's wrong?"

Song Fenglin: "She wants to buy my shares."

The share is not much, but it will give her more say in the company.

Chen Yun: "The dividends in the past two years have been over 300,000 yuan, and I think it's a stable income."

She is not very good at investing and dares not touch stocks or funds. The returns on financial management have always been very low.

Song Fenglin had originally thought so too, and now he raised five fingers: "The asking price is so high."

The company is not listed, so no one is actually very clear about its market value.

Chen Yun thought it was a huge sum of money and was also considerate of others: "Isn't she going through a divorce lawsuit now? If she buys it, it will be marital property."

Song Fenglin: "I haven't thought about this. She probably has her own considerations."

Yes, why worry about other billionaires.

Chen Yun: "Then do you want to sell it?"

Song Fenglin thought carefully: "You'd better add two more words, otherwise I'll find it weird."

Why pick on this? Chen Yun poked him with her elbow: "Let's be serious."

Song Fenglin felt that he was quite serious and changed the topic: "With this money, we can pay off all the mortgages."

In this way, the monthly expenses can be much smaller.

Chen Yun was thinking about how to get a better deal, but couldn't figure it out for a moment: "I'll study it carefully tomorrow."

Song Fenglin: "Well, no rush."

Money matters are definitely the top priority.

Chen Yun couldn't sit still anymore and took out her cell phone: "Let me ask the two military advisors."

Zhou Peilin accompanied her ex-husband to start from scratch, and even when she collapsed during the divorce, she was never vague about the division of property.

Zhang Songjing is quite knowledgeable about financial management. If she had spent less, she could have lived her retirement life earlier relying on the interest.

In the small group of three people, Chen Yun: [Question: Should Song Fenglin sell his shares? 】

She was not afraid of being seen on the screen. Song Fenglin glanced at it and whispered, "Why is he using both his full name and surname?"

The two of them were so close, so of course Chen Yun heard it.

She said, "Then how do you want me to scream?"

A forced melon is not sweet. Song Fenglin pursed his lips and said, "Anything is fine."

He clearly had an idea, but he refused to tell the truth.

Chen Yun was not a worm in his stomach: "Then don't change it."

In fact, it was just a small matter, and Song Fenglin also knew that he had a very sensitive personality.

He had only just learned to be self-consistent since he was a child, and he hummed in a depressed tone.

Chen Yun was chatting enthusiastically with her friends at the moment and had no time to notice his little emotions.

I don’t know how funny it was, but she laughed quite well.

Song Fenglin reflected on himself: Yes, I am not humorous.

He looked through the chat history between the two people, as if he was looking at a calendar, and the content exuded the flavor of daily life.

Very detailed, but seems to be missing something.

Song Fenglin frowned as she thought and searched for her recent hobby, Chen Zhiwen, on the software.

He looked at him for a while, and the only bright spot he could see in this man was that he was handsome.

You don't even need to look at yourself to know where the gap between us lies.

Song Fenglin is a man of action, he will do what he wants to do, he stood up suddenly.

The movement was so swift that Chen Yun was startled.

She tilted her head: "What's wrong with you?"

Song Fenglin: "Losing weight."

Did it happen so suddenly? Chen Yun: "What made you suddenly make up your mind?"

Song Fenglin: "Anxiety about appearance."

Huh? A 35-year-old middle-aged man suddenly said "appearance anxiety".

Chen Yun could hardly keep up with his train of thought and blinked her eyes again and again: "No, can you explain the cause and effect to me?"

Song Fenglin couldn't say that he wanted to look better than Chen Zhiwen, after all, that sounded really stupid.

He said, "I just suddenly felt that I was not good-looking."

It was so sudden. Chen Yun's mouth twitched: "Well, I wish you success." She

lowered her head and began to search "psychological changes after unemployment", thinking that maybe this was a manifestation of abnormality.

Song Fenglin thought he had fooled himself and continued to do his own thing.

He could clearly feel every inch of his flesh trembling, and he felt even more ashamed of himself in the reflection on the TV.