The Full-level Boss Took the Sick and Weak Script

Song Zhixing, who was unwilling to be lonely, told the two brothers and sisters which dishes were delicious and which were not.

Xu Xinyan thought his son was noisy: "Shut up, you won't be able to shut up your mouth with food, and you still hate this and that. When I have time to cook myself, you will cry."

Song Boyan: "..."

Su Nanzhi: "..."

An Yunhuai: "..."

There is no need to hurt others by eight hundred and yourself by one thousand.

At the end of this home-cooked meal, Song Boyan, Xu Xinyan and Song Zhixing wanted the siblings to stay at home for one night, but Su Nanzhi refused on the grounds that there was an exam the next morning.

Song Boyan had no choice but to send the siblings back, but Su Nanzhi said that it would be fine to let the driver deliver them, but the domineering CEO insisted on following him to see where the siblings lived now.

Su Nanzhi: "..."

An Yunhuai was stuffed with a bank card.

Song Boyan said: "The card was opened with your identity, and I will use this card to transfer pocket money to you in the future. Your sister also has one."

An Yunhuai was silent for a moment, then said: "Thank you, Uncle Song."

Song Boyan patted him on the shoulder, "Don't be polite to uncle. Uncle owed your father a lot of favors before. It is also necessary to take care of you two. Not to mention, the money is also left by your parents. I am just responsible for it." It’s just for safekeeping, Xie is also your parents, if you have time, go and sweep the graves of your parents.”

An Yunhuai: "Okay."

He obviously knows that his life has changed dramatically, he has loving parents, a sister, and friends of his parents, they are all very good people.

Even if mom and dad are gone, their love is still there.

It's just that he didn't have the chance to see them again.

Song Boyan sent the siblings home, and looked at the environment and frowned again. Before he could speak, Su Nanzhi said, "Uncle Song, this place is close to the school, so it's convenient for us to go to and from school."

Song Boyan stopped talking again.

Or children's learning is important.

If this was Song Boyan from before, he definitely wouldn't think so, but once a person has a child, this idea has to change.

Song Boyan didn't dare to raise his only seedling as a second-generation ancestor, because he was afraid that one day in the future he would really capsize in the gutter and go bankrupt, and his son would not be able to earn money to support himself.

Nine-year-old Song Zhixing has no idea that his father who loves him the most has secretly planned for him a study plan for the next ten years.

At least the general direction will not change.

Father's love is like a mountain and the sky is falling apart, but that's all.

"Go to bed early at night, don't play with your mobile phone so much, and pay attention to your body at ordinary times." Mr. Song was very verbose.

Su Nanzhi: "Uncle Song, I understand, don't worry, I will visit you and aunt next time when I have time."

Mr. Song is still not particularly satisfied with the residence of the siblings, but it is useless for him to hold the heart of an old father.

The two little guys have also grown up, each with their own ideas.

It took a while for Su Nanzhi and An Yunhuai to return home.

An Yunhuai's mobile phone suddenly rang a message alert tone, he clicked into the text message and saw that it was the account information.

But... isn't there a problem with this number?

An Yunhuai came out of the room and looked at Su Nanzhi, "Zhizhi, the card Uncle Song gave me, how did so much money come in?"

Even if it is pocket money, it would be too exaggerated.

Su Nanzhi glanced at his phone.