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The paperweight on the table of He Qi Chenxiang's wooden table is Doucai from Jingdezhen. It is a heavy and heavy gadget from more than half a century ago.

Under the action of external force, he slammed into He Mingyu's forehead and fell back to the ground.

Broken into three pieces.

It resounded into a crisp, sonorous sound.

Liao Xian, who was playing with the chat downstairs, couldn't sit still anymore, and gave the grandson to the aunt at home to help him watch. He hurried upstairs and knocked on the door: "Old man! You open the door for me!"

The door was quiet for a while.

Only then did He Qi Fangping's tone: "Xianxian, you go down with your grandson first, and I'll cook for you when I'm done."

Although Liao Xian was born in a scholarly family, she has a beautiful temperament.

He lived to be in his fifties, and was doted by his parents since he was a child, and he was doted by his husband when he grew up, so he didn't listen to He Qi's words at all.

She knocked on the door a few more times, her voice higher than He Qi: "He Qi! Did you beat my son?! Now you open the door for me!"

He Qi: "..."

He Qi has been a soldier for more than 40 years. He has been on the battlefield and has led soldiers. He has never been afraid of death during natural and man-made disasters. He is an honor that has been made in practice.

In addition, the relationship between He Qi and Liao Xian has always been harmonious. Although the only son did not join him in the army, he provoked the backbone of the He family and never worried He Qi.

The old general spent most of his life brightly and frankly, and it turned out to be a few years before he was about to retire and go back home to get his grandchildren.

I heard my son made hot search headlines for a star.

Then the Guo family in H city begged several people.

I begged all the way to He Qi, hoping to spare their son once.

He Qi was so angry that he was about to have a heart attack.

But compared to losing face.

He Qi is even more afraid of sleeping in the study.

He Mingyu, who was hit by the paperweight on his head, just fainted. He didn't stand still, and naturally he didn't faint directly.

After the dizzy moment passed, He Mingyu stood up slowly and looked at He Qi again.

Liao Xian's anger was already rising, and she kicked the study door directly: "He Qi! You won't open the door for me in ten seconds! You will roll back to the army to sleep tonight!"

He Qi: "..."

He Mingyu has stood up straight, wiped the blood from his forehead blankly, and said slowly, "Dad, Mom asked you to open the door for her."

He Qi: "..."

He Qi's beard was so angry that he reached out and picked up a box of drawn papers and threw it to He Mingyu: "Wipe off the blood, don't scare your mother!"

He Mingyu took two and wiped his forehead perfunctorily.

The tissues were soaked quickly.

It's red.

The study door was forced to open.

He Qi tried to stop at the door and squeezed a smile: "Xianxian, why did you come upstairs if you didn't accompany your grandson downstairs?"

Liao Xian crossed her eyebrows and said coldly, "Get out of the way, what did you smash in the study?"

He Qi: "..."

Before He Qi could speak, He Mingyu, who was standing next to the bookcase, interrupted recently: "Mom, Dad's Doucai paperweight and your favorite Qing Dynasty vase are broken."

Liao Xian: "What?!"

The vase was specially photographed by Liao Xian overseas more than ten years ago as a birthday present for He Qi.

He Qi had just moved into the study cautiously just two days ago, but he didn't expect to be in a different place today.

Liao Xian raised her eyebrows, pushed He Qi away, and was about to see how the vase she had taken back from millions of photographs was broken--

As a result, he found his own blood-filled son next to the broken tiles.

at once.

Liao Xian's face turned blue: "He Qi! Who told you to beat my son!?"

He Qi hurriedly greeted him and stuffed the bamboo sticks into Liao Xian's hands: "My wife, don't be angry, don't be angry, I will let you call back, okay?"

Liao Xian was so angry that her voice trembled: "What's the use of me beating you, your rough-skinned veteran! My son has never been beaten since he was a child, and he will be 30 soon. Why are you beating him?"

Liao Xian spent some time in Africa when she was young, and her health has not been very good.

He Qisheng was afraid of making her angry and hurriedly reached out to support her: "I'm sorry Xian Xian, I was also very angry for a while... Today at noon Lao Gao came to see me in person, saying that the Guo family is their distant relative, and asked Can you give them a way out... My wife, although our family is in this position today, we must not engage in the practice of using power to force others..."

The bamboo stick in Liao Xian's hand swung fiercely on the table.

She raised her eyebrows: "So this is the reason why you beat my son? He Qi, let me tell you, don't say that He Mingyu can't live with the second generation of Xiaofu today, even if my son is going to have trouble with the old Gao's family, neither will I Can say no word!"

He Qi: "..."

He Qi was defeated and hugged Liao Xian cheekily: "It's my wife and I'm wrong. What should I do if my son loves this matter? I don't care, don't care. Don't be angry!"

Liao Xian slapped He Qi away with a slap, and walked to He Mingyu's side.

I personally took a few clean wipes, and distressed my son to sit down on the big chair behind He Qi's book case: "Ming Yu, mom will wipe your blood first, and then send you to the hospital. Mom will give you. Blow, blow, blow, it won’t hurt!"

He Qi: "..."

The old general, who was left out of the cold and felt that he had been driven out of his genealogy, had suffered many minor injuries, and he stood aside and said, "My wife...there are all skin injuries. How many guys can smash..."

Liao Xian turned around quietly: "You go live this month..."

"Wait, I personally drive our son to the hospital for a full checkup. Wife, sit next to you for a while, and I will put some iodophor on my son first."

Liao Xian glanced at He Qi lightly, held her hands, and sat down on the couch next to her.

He Qiman's thickly callous hands grabbed a bottle of exquisite iodophor, and poked a cotton swab with stick-like fingers.

He was about to wipe He Mingyu on his forehead.

I heard He Mingyuqing say indifferently: "Mom, in fact, it's not all because of the Guo family that my dad beat me just now."

He Qi: "..."

He Qi hasn't waited for interruption.

Liao Xian took a sip of He Qi's Mingqian Longjing on the table: "Oh, what's that?"

If Liao Xian and He Qi had met Tan Qing before this.

Then they must be able to find that the expression on He Mingyu's face is as sincere as when Tan Qing was about to do bad things.

He Mingyu looked at Liao Xian and took the initiative to say: "It's because of Tan Qing. My dad doesn't like Tan Qing, so he won't let me be with him."

He Qi, a low-end family food chain: "..."

He Qisang moved the small bench at the door by himself and sat on the other side of the desk: "Xianxian..."

Liao Xian's face was dark and fierce: "Okay, don't call me. He Qi, I don't believe that you have been a soldier for so long, and I have never seen two boys together."

He Qi: "...I have seen it."

Of course I have seen it.

It is because I have seen too much that I don't want my son to walk on this road.

He Qi got up from the small bench, walked to Liao Xian's side, and took the tea cup together: "Drink first, don't get tired of your throat."

Liao Xian took the teacup, and said without a smile: "Old General He can't remember playing majestic right now? Didn't his hands get tired when he beat his son?"

He Qi: "..."

He Qi sighed and sat down beside Liao Xian, winking at the son sitting on the other side while his wife was drinking tea.

He Mingyu stood up slowly and said to Liao Xian: "Mom, Dad lets me out, then I'll go back to the house first."

He Qi: "..."

Liao Xian, who had just taken a sip of tea, raised her head, and finally calmed down a bit, and her expression went cold again: "Do you still want to drive your son out?"

He Qi: "...Wife, son, let's talk about it later, okay?"

Liao Xian put the tea cup on the table: "I don't think I need to talk about it later. I will tell you clearly today, I don't think there is anything wrong with two young men being together, so just say why you disagree?"

He Qi sighed for a long time: "Xianxian, let's not talk about how much pressure the two men have to bear together. Just talk about our grandson..."

"He Mingyu made a girl's belly bigger, irresponsible, turned around and kicked her, and then looked for a male star? How could the heir of the He family do such a thing."

Liao Xian: "..."

He Mingyu: "..."

A family of three fell silent in a messy study.

After a long time.

Liao Xian looked up: "Yes, He Qi, to put it bluntly, you just want your son to be responsible for the person who gave birth to our grandson, right?"

He Qi's facial features were serious when he was young, and he looked at He Mingyu with a straight back and said: "Yes, I have taught him to be responsible for doing things since he was a child! How can I look for him since he has all children born? male celebrity."

Liao Xianle said: "I see. Son, then you go back and prepare, and when Mom handed out the invitation, I will arrange the wedding for you and Tan Qing."

He Mingyu nodded, and had the same serious face as He Qi's unsmiling smile: "Mom, I still want to discuss with him personally and book a place he likes."

Liao Xian smiled and said, "Alright, you can bring him back as soon as possible and show me and your dad."

He Qi: "???"

He Qi was stunned: "What do you mean?"

Liao Xian touched He Mingyu’s hair, carefully avoided the wound on his forehead, turned around and smiled at He Qiwan: "Husband, you still don’t understand? Tan Qing’s body is very special, occasionally in the world. With this kind of sexuality, Jiji this child... is his and our son's."

He Qi: "..."

He Qi hasn't waited for He Qi to react.

He Mingyu straightened up, walked in front of He Qi, and bowed deeply at him: "Dad, I know you are also for me. After this time, when I bring Tan Qing back, please be polite to him. Some."

"Just like you have to be my mother... I also want to live together with Tan Qing."

The wound that was hit by the paperweight was pulled apart because of the downward bow motion.

The blood that had just stopped slid down He Mingyu's forehead.

Smashed on the beige carpet in the study.

He Qi sat on the wicker chair for a long time, waved his hand and said, "You go out."

He Mingyu straightened up and turned around.

He Qi then glanced at his grown-up son: "Tell your mother to accompany you, go to the hospital to take a film, and do a full-body examination."

Liao Xian glanced at He Qi strangely, then closed the study door and followed out.

Before going out, Liao Xian naturally had to go upstairs to change clothes.

He Mingyu went to the bedroom on the first floor to take a look at the conversation that was already sleeping.

The little boy hugged his yellow duck and yelled when he fell asleep.

He Mingyu took a picture of his son, and then sent it to Tan Qing from the chat software: "My son missed you."

It was a bit late, and He Mingyu didn't wait for Tan Qing's reply.

He lowered his head to help the little fat cub tuck the quilt, kissed his face again, and whispered: "In ten days, your little dad will be back."

After closing the door of Tanjiji's bedroom, Liao Xian also happened to be carrying the bag down from the upper floor.

The mother and son went out to the hospital together.

Liao Xian drove and glanced at He Mingyu who opened the door from the other side: "Your dad is relieved. Are you happy now?"

He Mingyu covered the wound with a plaid handkerchief. After a while, he smiled lowly: "Yeah."

When Liao Xian started the car, she felt sorry for her son, and couldn't help asking again: "Is he so good?"

However, He Mingyu shook his head.

"He is not good."

He Mingyu slowly leaned against the back of the chair, his expression finally getting tired, "He is very noisy, he is more like a child than talking, he doesn't know good or bad, and he can't distinguish the true meaning of human relationships..."

The night is slightly cool in early spring.

Liao Xian stretched out her hand to cover He Mingyu with the blanket in the car: "Then where do you fall in love with him?"

He Mingyu closed his eyes, as if he had fallen asleep, without answering.

The blood on his forehead coagulated and formed a dark scab.

And city h is thousands of miles away from city j.

The night is already cool.

The commercial streets surrounding the six-star hotel have all been silent, and even the residential areas have entered their sleep time.

Single-family villa with white walls and gray tiles.

The old hen in the backyard was surrounded by the chicken pen, silently.

After three o'clock midnight.

The main entrance of the lobby on the first floor of the villa opened.

The woman wearing an anti-purple-pink dress in the daytime has changed into a perfect-worked purple-gray suit for some time, and outlines his perfect figure——

It looks like an adult man.

The night is silent.

Under the reflection of the moonlight, the man was still holding another person in his hand.

It's also a man.

It's just that the man who was being led didn't seem to move flexibly, and even his posture was a little stiff.

However, the man in the purple-gray suit obviously had no displeasure, and patiently pulled the dull man out of the villa gate, walked to the courtyard, and then put the person on the pink swing.

The thin moonlight shone on the face of the man sitting on the swing.

Exquisite eyebrows, red lips.

Yan Mu gently leaned over, cautiously and cherished the most precious things, and kissed the man on the forehead as if he was taking care of the most precious treasure.

"That young man gave me forty-three hairs, which is really too few."

"Tan Qing... When can I hug you in front of everyone?"