my villain is too cute

Chapter 670 Protecting Our ADC (44)

According to her vision, this should be a young man who can only play games and knows nothing.

Such a person is not enough for any mother to hand over her daughter with confidence.

Moreover, her daughter is willing to talk to her calmly, and she obviously likes this industry very much.

But this kind of industry with uncertain factors is really difficult for a Song mother who wants to give her daughter a stable life.

Han Jin understood her concerns, and his tone was gentler: "If you are worried, you can give me some time, and give yourself a chance to learn more about e-sports."

Han Jin's gentle tone is more useful than reasoning.

Song's mother, who was still full of resentment towards e-sports just now, already has the idea of ​​understanding in her heart.

This doesn't just mean Song's mother's compromise alone.

For Song's mother, this is the first time in more than ten years that her daughter took the initiative to let herself understand her life.

In a normal and perfect family, love is expressed in every word and every meal. You don't need to say it, but you know your place in each other's heart.

But the lack of companionship between the original owner and Mother Song caused a sense of uneasiness in both of them.

I am also not sure whether the other party loves me or not, and whether he really loves me.

Mother Song's eyes were slightly moist, she turned her head, but still maintained her usual tough posture.

After a long silence, she compromised: "Okay, I'll give you two years. If you can't let me rest assured, you can obediently go to work according to my arrangement."

"it is good."

Having achieved his goal, Han Jin glanced at the watch on his wrist and stood up.

"It's getting late, I should go back to the base."

"So fast?" Mother Song asked subconsciously.

She wiped the moisture from the corners of her eyes and looked at Han Jin.

Although Mother Song's expression didn't change much, she seemed a little fragile.

Although the relationship between the two seems to have eased a lot, Mother Song still doesn't know how to get along with her daughter.

"Well... it's getting dark now, don't you have a meal at home?"

Mother Song stood up, clasping her hands nervously.

The woman who is no longer young already has a few less obvious white hairs on her head, and two more wrinkles at the corners of her eyes.

Han Jin had a meal: "Then eat at home."

Song's mother bought vegetables before she came back, a smile appeared on her face, and she suppressed it again.

"Then I'll do it for you, just wait."

There was unconcealable joy on her brows, as if she was impatient because she was afraid of the cold, Mother Song just took off her black suit and carried the vegetables into the kitchen without even an apron.

Han Jin looked at the apron hanging by the door, was silent, then picked it up and sent it to the kitchen.

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After eating, we bid farewell to Mother Song, and Han Jin prepared to go back to the base.

As soon as he got out of the elevator, he ran into a woman standing downstairs.

Wen Ya turned her head, with a gentle smile on her face: "You have come out, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Han Jin's footsteps only paused for a moment, then continued walking, and she came to Wen Ya.

"Wait for me to do?"

The weather is cool, and there is a cool wind blowing.

The full moon above the head exudes bright light, sprinkled on the trees, and the shadows of the trees dance.

The boy was wearing a white jacket, zippered to the top, blocking his cold chin.

The breeze blew her fine short hair, and there was a little halo as it fluttered.

Wen Ya looked at the young man and tilted her head slightly: "You haven't been with me for a long time, so I'm here to block you."

The woman's tone was soft, mixed with some aggrieved complaints.

Han Jin didn't plan to say anything more about this strange woman.

"I'm busy recently." Han Jin continued, "If there's nothing urgent, I'll leave first."

As if he was not ready to listen to Wen Ya's answer, before she could speak, the boy continued to walk forward with his slender legs.

"and many more."

(End of this chapter)