Chapter 467 Secret Love 6
"My grandpa bought me a new game console a few days ago, and I was thinking of playing it with you after I finish my homework."
"I'll go home and get some things. I'll come to see you later." The moment Shen Jingmo's voice fell, his figure disappeared around the corner.
Song Zhiwei was lying on the small desk, holding the pen with his mouth out of boredom, until there was a knock on the door. Song Zhiwei was distracted and the pen he was holding slipped to the ground.
Song Zhiwei quickly got up and opened the door.
Shen Jingmo was holding a bunch of snacks in his arms. "You just went home to get some snacks."
"Yes, Sister Song has been tutoring me in my homework these days and has helped me a lot. I don't have anything good to give Sister Song, so I'll prepare some cookies for her." Shen Jingmo changed his shoes and entered the room. He placed one of the cookies in the iron box on the desk where Song Zhiyuan usually reads.
Shen Jingmo then handed another one to Song Zhiwei, "This one is for you."
Song Zhiwei sighed and said, "As a good friend, I'm not trying to discourage you, but my sister hardly eats snacks."
"Sister Song doesn't eat snacks?" Shen Jingmo asked in surprise, a hint of disappointment flashed across his eyes, but it quickly disappeared, so fast that no one noticed.
"I don't eat much." Song Zhiwei took out a pack of biscuits from his handbag, tore it open, and stuffed a few bites into his mouth. "Where did you buy these biscuits from? They taste different from what I've had before."
"I don't know either. My dad brought it back." Shen Jingmo replied perfunctorily and continued to do his homework with his head down.
Just as the two were talking, there was a noise outside the door, and then Song Zhiyuan opened the door and came in.
Seeing the two doing their homework, Song Zhiyuan did not disturb them. Instead, he walked to the small desk next to the floor-to-ceiling window. Before he sat down, he saw a box of biscuits on the table.
Shen Jingmo was in no mood to continue doing his homework. He glanced in the direction of Song Zhiyuan, unconsciously clenching the pen in his hand. His heartbeat was accelerating, with nervousness and worry.
Song Zhiyuan moved the biscuits on the table to the corner of her clothes, took out her textbook from her schoolbag, and began to preview tomorrow's content.
Seeing that Song Zhiyuan had not touched the box of snacks for a long time, Shen Jingmo gradually lowered his head in disappointment. It seemed that what Song Zhiwei said was right. Song Zhiyuan really didn't eat snacks much.
Song Zhiwei turned his head distractedly. Shen Jingmo had spent a long time on the test paper before he only finished one question. "What are you thinking about? You are so engrossed in it."
"I'm looking at the solution to this question. It seems a bit difficult. Xiaowei, do you know how to do it?" Shen Jingmo pointed to the last big question at the back of the test paper.
Song Zhiwei shook his head, "You can ask my sister if you don't know."
Song Zhiwei was worried that Chen Jingmo was too embarrassed to speak, so he kindly asked on Chen Jingmo's behalf. However, before the words came out of his mouth, Chen Jingmo covered his mouth with his hand.
Chen Jingmo said calmly, "Don't disturb Sister Song yet. I'll try to solve it again."
"Oh." Song Zhiwei responded and continued to do the questions.
This afternoon, the nanny took my grandson to the hospital and came back a little late. Normally, it would be time for dinner now, but the nanny hasn't come back from buying groceries yet.
Song Zhiyuan's stomach was growling with hunger. While flipping through a book, Song Zhiyuan opened the iron box beside him, which contained a few small bags of Jingzhi biscuits.
The moment Song Zhiyuan tore open the milk bag, a rich milky aroma hit her face, and she took small sips of it.
The dining room was connected to the living room. In the quiet environment, all the sounds from the living room were scattered in the dining room. Chen Jingmo glanced stealthily in the direction of Song Zhiyuan.
The setting sun shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows onto Song Zhiyuan, and the dim light gave her a soft look. Her white fingers flipped the pages of the book casually, and after finishing a biscuit, she opened another one.
Seeing Song Zhiyuan enjoying the meal, Shen Jingmo's heart calmed down.
While he was doing the questions, his eyes would always look towards Song Zhiyuan from time to time.
My heart was throbbing.
In the evening, Song Zhiyuan invited Chen Jingmo to have dinner at her home as usual, but was politely declined by Chen Jingmo. "Thank you for your kindness, Sister Song. My mother is back from a business trip today, so we won't be having dinner at Sister Song's house. Sister Song and Song Zhiwei can come to my house for dinner another day and try my mother's cooking. My mother's cola chicken wings are very delicious."
"Okay." Song Zhiyuan accepted Shen Jingmo's kindness.
Song Zhiwei sent Shen Jingmo to the door.
The distance between their two houses was not far. After crossing two paths, the Shen Jing Mo family was diagonally opposite.
Shen Jingmo ran home with his schoolbag in his arms. Before he even entered the house, he heard a quarrel coming from inside.
Chen Zheng threw the teacup beside him and said, "Every time I come back, you keep arguing."
"Chen Zheng, do you still blame me for arguing with you? I've already told you that Tongda's project is unreliable. I sent you some data about Tongda before, but you didn't even look at it. You turned around and invested in Tongda without telling me. Now that Tongda is in trouble, not only will the investment be wasted, but even our company's reputation will be damaged."
"Chen Zheng, when will you stop being so self-righteous?" Mother Shen raised her hand and pinched her brows, which were swollen from anger.
Shen Jingmo stood in front of the door without entering.
In the past, his parents were very loving, but ever since his sister had a miscarriage when he was in fifth grade, they have been arguing every now and then. It would be better for them to be away from home and have peace and quiet.
Shen Zheng obviously didn't want to continue arguing about these things.
"Don't worry about the company's reputation. I will handle it myself." Shen Zheng said and slammed the door and left.
As soon as I stepped out of the room, I saw Shen Jingmo standing in the yard.
Shen Zheng didn't stay a step longer and strode to the garage.
Shen Jingmo waited for a moment before entering the house.
Mother Shen looked back and asked with concern, "Why are you back so late?"
"I went to Song Zhiwei's house to do my homework, and asked Sister Song to help me with my lessons." Shen Jingmo cleaned up the glass fragments on the ground.
The little prodigy of the Song family is famous in their community. Many neighbors envy the eldest daughter of the Song family. She is not only beautiful, but also good at studying.
She also envied the daughter of the Song family. She had once thought about giving birth to a precious daughter as delicate and soft as the daughter of the Song family. Unfortunately, she eventually lost the child.
After hearing her son playing with the two children from the Song family, Mother Shen said with a smile, "Then Jing Mo must learn more from that sister from the Song family."
"I will." Shen Jingmo nodded seriously.
Shen Jingmo said cautiously, "Mom and Dad are arguing again."
"Not really, it's just some disagreements about work." Mother Shen didn't want to pass on their bad mood to her son, so she changed the subject and said, "Are you hungry, Jing Mo? Mom will go cook for you."
"Mom, you've been tired all day. Let me do it." Shen Jingmo said as he ran into the kitchen.
Shen Jingmo didn't know how to cook complicated meals, so he cooked two bowls of noodles and fried two eggs.
Seeing this, Mother Shen couldn't help but praise, "My Jing Mo has really grown up and knows how to take care of his mother."
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