Chapter 29 Twenty-nine promised

that the next day was the Children's Day that the children had been looking forward to for a long time. Chen Xingyue and her brother got up earlier than the chickens, and it was obvious that they wanted to go out and play.

Chen Yun was still half asleep when she suddenly saw a baby standing beside the bed. She sat up abruptly, and felt completely stunned.

Chen Xinyang was also frightened by his mother. He took a step back and leaned against the wall, looking honest: "Mom, it's dawn."

Chen Yun almost died. She stared with her eyes wide open and didn't react.

Song Fenglin, who had just woken up, patted the bed: "Yangyang, jump up."

Chen Yun had already forgotten the two nice words she said last night and picked on him: "Are you calling the puppy?"

Song Fenglin thought about it and it was quite similar. He smiled guiltily, leaned out half of his body and carried his son to the bed: "When did you come in?"

Chen Xinyang raised her finger to her mouth and gestured: "Shh, sister didn't let me in."

It seemed that the brother and sister had been up and playing for a long time. Chen Yun lifted the quilt: "You really don't know how to write tired. You slept so late last night..."

She walked out muttering, and passed by the children's room and took a look. There was no one in it, and the quilt was neatly folded.

It's quite particular. Chen Yun usually doesn't make their beds because she is too lazy.

She said, "Xingxing, where are you?"

Chen Xingyue rushed over from the kitchen holding a biscuit, "Mom, I'm so hungry." She

tried to cover up her "crime" of eating snacks early in the morning by sounding pitiful.

Chen Yun tapped her: "Have you brushed your teeth and washed your face?"

Chen Xingyue: "I did, but my brother didn't."

Chen Yun: "Then go tell him to brush his teeth quickly."

Chen Xingyue saluted and ran into the master bedroom, jumped onto the bed with a running start, and stepped on her father.

Song Fenglin cried out in surprise, holding his feet and crying, he said helplessly: "Xingxing, can we go slower?"

Chen Xingyue knelt on the quilt and bowed: "I'm sorry, Dad."

It was quite unlucky so early in the morning.

Song Fenglin tickled his daughter: "Just be careful next time."

Chen Xingyue giggled, but still remembered the business: "Brother, go brush your teeth!"

Chen Xinyang rolled over and over, "I don't want to."

He twisted and turned, and was finally transferred to the public health center by his father.

Song Fenglin supervised his son to wash and dressed, and carried the clean kid to the living room.

Chen Xinyang broke free from his father's restraints and went to his sister to play with toys.

The brother and sister chattered away, but their voices were not very loud.

Song Fenglin touched his earlobe, looked left and right, and turned back to the master bedroom.

Chen Yun was putting on makeup. When she heard footsteps, she turned around and said, "Let's go out for breakfast today."

Song Fenglin nodded, opened the cabinet, and slowly squatted down.

He took out a pair of pants that he thought looked the best, but he couldn't put them on for a long time, so he had to throw them back in disappointment.

Chen Yun was fine, but she noticed that his upper body was still stuck in the closet, so she asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

Song Fenglin seemed to be muttering to himself, "Why don't I have any clothes to wear?"

Chen Yun, "Didn't I just buy you new ones?"

Song Fenglin moved to the side, revealing the full view of the closet, "Which one?"

Chen Yun hesitated for two seconds, "I can't quite recognize it."

Then she said confidently, "You said you liked black."

Song Fenglin had a habit that he developed when he picked up old clothes from his relatives' house as a child, and he didn't want others to notice his clothes.

He liked to wear black before he got married, and he is still the same now.

When Chen Yun bought clothes for him, it was all so that he could cosplay as a crow. When they were hung together, there was no difference at all.

Song Fenglin is usually quite satisfied and feels a sense of accomplishment every time he opens the cabinet.

But now he suddenly wanted to change his taste: "I remember there was a blue T-shirt?"

Chen Yun: "I saw that you couldn't wear it, so I cut it in half last time to make sandbags for the children." He

added: "Let's go shopping in the mall later and pick two pieces for yourself.

Ah, Song Fenglin remembered that he had seen sandbags.

He pulled a piece of clothing off the shelf: "Then I'll wear this today. "

Chen Yun saw that there was no difference from yesterday and clenched his fists: "Let's go. "

The two children were getting impatient and were ready to go in the entrance hall. As

soon as Song Fenglin opened the door, they rushed to the corridor to press the elevator button.

Chen Yun felt in her bag to see if she had everything with her, and pushed the door shut with her elbow.

As the door was closed, she said, "Did you get the car keys? "

Song Fenglin waved his hand and indicated: "Here. "

Chen Yun: "Then we are all set." "

The family of four went out and had breakfast at a restaurant on Xintong Road which has been very popular recently.

There was a half-open folding window in the restaurant, facing the road where sycamore trees were planted.

From time to time, cyclists passed by, and the sunlight shined through the branches and leaves on their faces. Seeing

such a scene, Chen Yun took a piece of sausage and sighed, "It's great. "

Song Fenglin followed her gaze and looked outside. In fact, it was difficult for him to appreciate this kind of comfort.

Or maybe he himself lacked romantic cells. All he could see were ordinary branches and leaves.

He said, "Would you like to order another serving of sausages? "

Chen Yun: "No more eating, let’s go play. "

Children are the protagonists of Children's Day. The brother and sister also knew that today was a big day for them, so they raised the requests they dared not to raise at other times.

Chen Yun tried her best to satisfy them. She did not dare to worry about the payment and only kept the account before going to bed at night.

Song Fenglin came out of the shower and saw her writing in a small notebook in front of the dressing table. He came closer and asked, "Did you spend a lot last month? "

He has always been concerned about making money, but he has had financial pressure recently, so he can't help but care a little more.

It happened to be the day for monthly summary, Chen Yun: "You calculate the accounts for May, I'm going to take a shower. "

She remembered it in detail every day, and Song Fenglin only had to add and subtract.

In his opinion, every penny was spent with a reason, and there were no major expenses at home, but the accumulation of every penny was nearly 40,000.

How could it be so much? Song Fenglin suspected that his mental arithmetic ability had deteriorated, so he turned to the front and did it again.

Chen Yun came out of the bathroom wiping her hair, and saw him still counting on his fingers.

She joked, "Do you want to borrow Xingxing's wooden stick? "

Song Fenglin said seriously: "I found something. ”

Chen Yun sat on the edge of the bed: "I'm all ears."

Song Fenglin: "It turns out that 'grain of sand really can build a tower'."

Chen Yun looked like she wanted to hear what you had to say, and raised her eyebrows: "That's it?"

Song Fenglin: "I really thought our family didn't live a luxurious life. How come we ended up with so much money?"

Chen Yun thought to himself that he came from a poor family, but now he had a completely new definition of the word luxury.

She said: "According to our country's per capita standards, our family's living standard has already surpassed 99% of the people."

Song Fenglin was indeed born in a poor family, but he was not so ignorant of the sufferings of the world.

But he graduated from Peking University, and in the past decade or so, he has countless classmates who have achieved financial freedom by taking advantage of this wave of Internet development.

With the circle laid out here, he had another explanation for the well-off and middle class, saying, "But there are no luxury goods."

Chen Yun: "Look left and right."

Song Fenglin was a little confused, but his eyes still sincerely paused for a few seconds on each side.

Chen Yun knew it would be difficult to make him understand, so she simply made it clear: "In Ningjiang, owning a house is the biggest luxury."

The house is not to be moved, and the whole family will live in it.

Song Fenglin: "Wait until Mr. He's money arrives, and I'll buy you a bag."

As soon as he mentioned buying, Chen Yun remembered: "I forgot to buy you clothes."

Song Fenglin: "I'll buy them for you after I lose weight."

Chen Yun also had a few pieces of clothes that she said she would wear when she lost weight, but they had been put aside.

After thinking about it, she decided not to discourage the man's enthusiasm and pushed him: "Go over and weigh yourself."

Song Fenglin finally understood what it meant to be timid and suddenly felt a little embarrassed: "Let's weigh ourselves tomorrow."

Chen Yun became excited: "Go ahead."

She was like a spoiled child and Song Fenglin couldn't resist. He half closed his eyes and dared not look at the number.

Chen Yun pinched the flesh on his arm: "Five pounds less than the physical examination in April."

She didn't even notice it even though they were together every day. She couldn't believe it: "Why?"

Song Fenglin felt uncomfortable when he saw that Hu Yuchen still looked like the male lead in a Korean drama yesterday, so he searched for the first step to lose weight.

He can now speak two coherent sentences: "Maybe it's because I didn't stay up late in the past two weeks and had regular meals."

Only two weeks! Chen Yun was very dissatisfied: "You are still full!"

Song Fenglin accompanied the children in the amusement park today, running and jumping around: "It's a lot of exercise."

His back was covered in sweat and he almost couldn't breathe.

Chen Yun got even angrier: "I've been running for a month, and I only lost one pound!"

Song Fenglin gestured at her waist: "You have a small base."

Chen Yun didn't listen and smiled: "God is so unfair. Men can lose weight just by eating less."

Song Fenglin poked her cheek: "How about biting me?"

Chen Yun turned her face away: "Then you'll be even thinner, I don't want that." He

ordered again: "Blow my hair."

Song Fenglin responded and went to get the hair dryer.

Because of the height, he could see his wife complaining to her friends on WeChat about "why men lose weight so quickly."

Chen Yun had no intention of hiding it from him, and she even wanted to put the screen right in front of him.

As the conversation went on, a few girls started talking about abdominal muscles.

Zhang Songjing also posted shirtless photos of other boys in the group, one after another like a slide show.

Chen Yun had no time to hide, so she simply threw the problem to others.

She held up her cell phone: "Can you practice like this?"

Song Fenglin turned off the hair dryer: "Yes."

So sure? Chen Yun emphasized: "It's very difficult."

Song Fenglin: "Goals can be achieved through planning."

For most things in the world, hard work is the biggest solution.

He said it lightly, yet with extraordinary power.

Chen Yun knew that this sentence probably described his life, and for a moment he couldn't take his eyes away.

Seeing her eyes shining, Song Fenglin thought she was excited about her abdominal muscles in advance.

He looked down at his belly, thinking that everyone does have the right to pursue something more pleasing to the eye, and gently ruffled her hair: "I've practiced it, and you're not allowed to look at others in the future."

Chen Yun raised her finger, as if swearing to the sky: "These are all sent by Zhang Songjing, I took a look reluctantly."

Song Fenglin liked the look in her eyes at this time, as if there was only room for himself in her eyes.

He pretended to be generous and teased: "It's okay, see, it's our family that doesn't have it."

Chen Yun was still unclear about him and pretended to click on the photo: "Do I take it seriously?"

Song Fenglin grabbed her hand: "Wait for me for a few more months."

Chen Yun was afraid that he would get hurt if he trained too fast: "Health is the most important, do it within your ability."

Song Fenglin nodded: "Okay."

It sounded like a casual agreement, but Chen Yun knew that he would definitely do it.