"Xiao Shao is right. I have to take care of myself. I must eat the meals I need. If I'm not healthy, how can I earn money for Xiaochan's study abroad? Oh, I'm really embarrassing you by saying this. Xiaochan's mother and I have been divorced for many years, and Xiaochan grew up in a single-parent family. I owe her a lot. As a father, I'm both proud and worried that she can apply to Yale. What am I worried about? I'm worried that I'll hold her back. She could have soared so high, what will happen if I hold her back?"
The turn was too sharp, catching Wen Dongrong off guard. He wasn't sure whether Song Foxiang was laying the groundwork for another wave of Versailles.
Chen Ru was touched by Song Foxiang.
Song Foxiang’s words are exactly Chen Ru’s current mentality.
Chen Ru is proud of Wen Ying's achievements, but also worried about her future.
How far can Wen Ying go in the future?
Chen Ru didn't know.
Can he and Wen Dongrong follow in Wen Ying's footsteps and become a pair of parents who can support their daughter?
Chen Ru still didn't know.
Chen Ru's initial impression of Song Foxiang was not good, as she thought he was too pretentious. However, her opinion of him changed drastically at this moment.
Editor Song may not be likable, but he is definitely a qualified father. The man with the surname Wen is far inferior to Editor Song!
"Editor Song, I'll toast you a glass. It's fate that we met. Let's become friends and visit each other more often."
Chen Ru took the initiative to hold the cup, and Song Foxiang was flattered.
Wen Ying’s mother is not as difficult to get along with as imagined?
After two drinks, Song Foxiang gained courage and simply ignored the annoying old man Wen Dongrong, and used his lifelong emotional intelligence to compliment Chen Ru:
"I don't know how you and your wife raised your children, but Wen Ying is indeed very talented in writing. Her works are recognized by literary veterans like Mr. Fu and are also favored by the market. I have recently been thinking about picking up my pen and writing, and I want to ask Wen Ying for advice on how to grasp the market!"
call!
Finally said it.
Song Foxiang felt relieved.
Wen Ying suddenly realized: this was the purpose of the great poet Song.
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