Traveling through Xueba is full of blessings

Chapter 185 Ye Boxuan's Note (Part [-])

The crescent moon shines on Kyushu, some families are happy and some are sad.When it came to Ye Boxuan's side, it was replaced by full expectations for happiness.

Ye Boxuan turned the steering wheel and headed for Kyoto.The breeze was blowing on his cheeks, and he couldn't help but smile.

Young Master Ye thought of the steps of the wedding that he drank with the three cobblers and think tanks that day, and shook his head in a sulky mood.If it wasn't for Xia Tian, ​​he wouldn't bother.Even if he is a spectator, he finds it very troublesome, not to mention his organization, his design, and he is the main participant.

Starting early today, he has two tasks when he returns to Beijing.The first one is to give the mother the paper list from the think tank.The second is to invite those buddies who grew up with bare buttocks in Kyoto to drink, and when they get together, whoever should do the work will take the lead.

As for Xia Tian, ​​he probably has no time to meet.It's a pity.I don't know if that chick has the self-consciousness to be a bride.

Ye Boxuan didn't know whether the idea was lucky or unlucky, he was bumped into by Ye Zhiqing who only came home once a month when he entered the house.

Ye Zhiqing put down the report in his hand, lowered his chin, his glasses were stuck on the bridge of his nose, and rolled his eyelids towards the door: "Teacher Ye, your one-year vacation is almost used up recently."

"Dad, where's my mother? Why are you home at this hour?" Ye Boxuan avoided Ye Zhiqing's sharp question.

Ye Zhiqing raised his chin and signaled to the upstairs: "It is said that her head hurts and she is dizzy. She tossed me back, and she is lying in the room to rest."

"Then I'll go and have a look." Ye Boxuan rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt, went to the bathroom and answered while washing his hands.

As soon as the words were finished, Song Yaping went downstairs without much energy.Arranging her hair with one hand while going down the stairs: "Why are you home? What's the matter?"

"Mom, see what you said. I can't go home if I have nothing to do. Isn't this coming back to see you?"

"Hmph!" Ye Zhiqing snorted, tearing down his son's platform.

"Then I'll cook for you. Steamed pork ribs or braised pork? Old Yu? Old Yu, wash all the vegetables I bought at night, and I'll cook them."

"Huh? Mom, no need, I've invited my brothers to have a drink. Next time, next time you make dumplings for me."

Ye Zhiqing looked at the report in his hand, and continued to sarcasm his son: "Did you hear that? Your son is fooling you, and you are the only one who will help him."

Song Yaping smiled and sat on the sofa opposite Ye Boxuan: "I bought everything that should be bought, and I went shopping with Xia Tian to make up for it. Before the girl left, she even abducted half a bottle of honey from me, saying it was for beauty."

Song Yaping picked up the apple and began to peel it. She reported it without her son asking.Lest her son still look at people with colored glasses and feel that she is always difficult for his future daughter-in-law.She has paid like that, at least her son can't be misunderstood.

Ye Zhiqing's hand holding the report paused for a moment, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.Living at home, if the women at home are not united, how can they fight outside with confidence.Speaking for the daughter-in-law: "Listen, your mother really broke her heart because of you. If you want to get angry with her again in the future, I will not forgive you."

Ye Boxuan had a rare big smile on his face, and discussed with his parents: "I have bought everything, where is the team? How many cars have you found?"

Ye Zhiqing raised his head instantly: "What?"

Song Yaping was also a little surprised, the team?
"Ah, didn't you look for it? It's okay. Didn't look for it. I mentioned it when I was drinking with my brothers at night. Who has the car and how much is the total?

Ye Zhiqing took off his glasses, put down the report at hand, and patted the table: "Nonsense!"

"Who's messing around? I'm only getting married once, so I can't be more stylish?"

"Who doesn't just get married once! Ye Boxuan, let me tell you, if you dare to do evil things, I will beat you with the soles of my shoes!"

Ye Zhiqing couldn't get enough of the scolding, stood up, and turned around angrily: "Listen, you taught me a good son! He is not simple at all! You taught him badly, and he has the style of a playboy when he was young. 30 You are old and have been a revolutionary cadre for many years, so you will make superficial exaggerations?"

"How is this an exaggeration? I didn't do anything out of the ordinary."

"Your behavior is over the top!"

"Yes, you don't need to educate me. I won't find it, will I?"

"What kind of attitude do you have? You don't realize the mistake in your thinking! I think there is a chance, you should go to a more difficult place. Go out and ask, your image in the eyes of outsiders is very different from your current style. !"

"Well, you really don't need to give me an online guide. If you send me to every corner and corner, I, thank you in advance!"

After Ye Boxuan clasped his fists and finished speaking, regardless of his father Ye Zhiqing being gasped for breath, he took out a few pieces of paper from his trouser pocket, and went straight to Song Yaping who was at a loss, didn't know how to persuade a fight, and couldn't tell which side to turn to , hand the fuck:

"This is the wedding process. You can take a look and make arrangements. Thank you for your hard work, mom." After speaking, she turned around and left.

Song Yaping didn't have time to read what was written on the paper, so she shouted at Ye Boxuan's back: "Are you really not at home for dinner? When are you coming back? Are you still talking to us?"

What I got was Ye Boxuan's back and a gesture of waving goodbye.

"Look, there is no such thing as a leading cadre!"

Song Yaping smiled gracefully, picked up the tea bowl on the coffee table and handed it to Ye Zhiqing: "Okay, you. He is your son. He is at home. What do you want?"

Ye Zhiqing took it over, dissatisfied with Song Yaping's indifferent attitude:

"You just get used to it. If I'm not at home, he will easily make mistakes!" Song Yaping didn't hear him talk to him after speaking, and asked, "What's the process, read it and listen to it, I have to check."

Song Yaping ignored Ye Zhiqing, her attention was attracted by the few pieces of paper, she was a little surprised, and she read what was written on the paper while talking to herself: "Being side by side, giving birth to a son to be a high-ranking official... "

"What?" Ye Zhiqing thought he was an errand.

"Quanfu people refer to people who have both parents and children."

"what?"

"When sitting in blessings in summer, Tingzi needs to get a basin of wash water for washing hands in summer, and put money and green onions in the washbasin. At night, when bridal chamber, Tingzi needs to pour the water out. Quanfu people make quilts..."

Before Song Yaping finished reading in surprise, Ye Zhiqing snatched her over.After going through the content at a glance and ten lines, he slapped his hand and Ye Dashao's long-winded record and slapped it on the coffee table.The tea table swayed and stood there tenaciously.

Young Master Ye's father was so angry that he yelled: "Nonsense! Now that the four olds are being destroyed and the new is being established, he actually wants to do this!" He shouted with enthusiasm, and all the spitting stars jumped out angrily.

"His dad, he is 30 years old, you still scold him like this? You, you..."

"Do you think he looks like a 30-year-old man? His behavior is childish and ridiculous!" He said a lot of things about Ye Boxuan, who was not a thing, but who needed to be beaten.

Taking advantage of Ye Zhiqing's yelling, Song Yaping casually folded the papers on the coffee table and put them in her trouser pocket.She checks it out herself.Some work, some get rid of...

　More than 8000 words were updated today, which is equivalent to the fourth update last week.The last chapter was [-] words, oh, [-] words, give it a thumbs up, give it a thumbs up.Get up early before six o'clock every day, write down your goals with clear water in the mirror of the bathroom, please do your best today.The boiled little skin is wrinkled, like a little old lady...

　　
　
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