"Then build it, do you remember Qiu Fengshan?" Chu Rong nodded and agreed with Song Ci's intention to build a factory by himself, and then asked.

"Qiu Fengshan? That's the place where Tong Xi's sand sculpture was able to watch the live broadcast last time, but did he have to take us to watch the live broadcast?" Song Ci replied, looking up at Chu Rong.

Chu Rong thought for a while. He no longer remembers Tong Xi's sand sculpture, but he still remembers the matter, so Chu Rong nodded.

"I remember, but you suddenly said this, what's the matter?!" Song Ci was picking up rice, not knowing why.

"That place is good, and there hasn't been any natural disasters there in the past few hundred years. I mean, if it's not in the earthquake zone, we might as well build the factory there." Chu Rong put his The purpose is said.

"I don't think there is any problem." Song Ci nodded and agreed.

Didn’t Chu Rong say that the scenery is good? It’s a good place to look at the scenery and wash your eyes after work.

"Then I will let my old man go to the Earthquake Survey Institute to show us another day." Chu Rong said lightly.

"Old man?!" Song Ci was puzzled.

"It's my father." Chu Rong explained casually.

Song Ci showed a curious look.

Seeing Song Ci's appearance, Chu Rong coughed lightly, and decided to tell Song Ci about his family affairs.

I haven't thought about this before, and now that the opportunity is so rare, I naturally have to seize the opportunity to say it.

"My family ranks first, my mother is first, me second, and my dad is the last. After I was young, my dad often tried to throw me away because I disturbed him and my mom’s love, but my mom obviously loved me more. So every time I don't let my dad send me to my grandma's house or my grandfather's place, and then my relationship with my dad is probably a bit like a rival in love.

But this is what my dad's old man thought unilaterally, that for so many years, I have become accustomed to his various pet competitions. "Chu Rong briefly introduced the relationship between him and his dad.

Song Ci listened very seriously, feeling that Chu Rong and his father's way of getting along was quite interesting.

"Anyway, every time my dad was rushed to sleep on the sofa by my mother, he would put the pot on my head. He called me a little bastard, and I called him a bad old man. After so many years, I have become accustomed to both." Chu Rong said with a smile.

It can be seen that, although Chu Rong's tone is quite disgusting when he talks about his father, Song Ci can still easily tell that Chu Rong and his dad should have a pretty good relationship.

Indeed, Chu Rong quickly explained: "Although my dad and I seem to treat each other not to see each other, in fact, I have a good relationship with him, and my parents approve of you." Chu Rong said with a smile.

Song Ci poured a glass of juice for Chu Rong and pushed it in front of Chu Rong.

Chu Rong picked it up and took a sip, feeling that his wife was not too caring.

"Why does your mother let your dad sleep on the sofa?!" Song Ci asked curiously.

She was curious about this operation, so she asked.

"No, why don't you hurry up if you want to. If you are in a bad mood, I don't like my dad to hurry up." Chu Rong recalled his mother's personality and replied casually.

Song Ci was thoughtful. With that said, is it possible to say that she is also wide enough to drive Chu Rong to sleep on the sofa?

For example, in the aunt's time, letting Chu Rong sleep on the sofa was simply perfect.

Otherwise she would have to live in a dormitory.

How do you think Chu Rong sleeps on the sofa better than her dormitory.