When a strange woman knocked on the door early in the morning and said she was looking for Rong Zhen, Song Yuren opened the door with the boss's black eye and drove her away. Those who don't let people sleep in on weekends are rough.
When Rong Zhen brought him back, Song Yuren had already finished packing and planned to watch Tom and Jerry and then order a takeaway, waiting for Song Fangzhou to come back from the parent-teacher meeting.
"You are not allowed to close the door. If it exceeds half an hour, I will call the police." Song Yuren looked sideways at Rong Zhen and grimaced, "What you do is not conducive to the healthy physical and mental development of teenagers."
"How about I go out for a meal and come back after you guys are done?" She offered constructive suggestions, and the strange girl's face turned red to the back of her ears.
Rong Zhen pouted, "What kind of teenager are you? What kind of teenager can you know for half an hour?"
"Yes." Song Yuren thought he was right, and said with a smile. "I am a beautiful girl."
"Beautiful girl?" Rong Zhen asked, "You go wash your hair and dress yourself up like a bowtie. Give up the living room and watch cartoons upstairs."
"Oh." Song Yuren walked upstairs weakly. This person was in a bad mood and his venomous tongue became even more fierce.