Shock! The male protagonist has turned dark again, the host should pamper him

As soon as Song Yinan walked into the old house, he realized that something was wrong with the atmosphere.

It seemed that a guest had arrived. The servants in the hall kept walking around, carrying exquisite and noble pottery and tableware in their hands.

When an old housekeeper saw Song Yinan, he immediately came over with a smile and bowed to him.

"You are back, I will inform the master."

Song Yinan raised his chin and said, "No need, I'll see you later."

He looked around and frowned deeper, "Is anyone coming over? Why is it suddenly arranged like this?"

The old housekeeper shook his head in confusion, "I don't know. The master didn't say anything. He just ordered us to decorate the old house."

Song Yinan couldn't ask anything, so he asked people to go ahead and get busy.

At this time, Mr. Song walked downstairs on crutches, and when he saw Song Yinan's figure, his cloudy eyes lit up.

"You brat, if I don't call you back, you really won't come back to see us two." Mr. Song walked faster, "How many more years can we live? We really don't care about family ties at all."

Song Yinan was not interested in reminiscing about the past, so he went straight to the point, "What is the important matter, and who did you invite over?"

Mr. Song "tsk tsk tsk" a few times, turned to look at Mother Song who was supporting him, "Do you think we had the wrong child back then? Our personalities are not like this, how could we give birth to such a cold person."

Song's mother has always been a peacemaker. She winked at Song Yinan and said, "It's rare for you to come back. Just make your father happy for once."

Song Yinan was silent, and the expression on his face did not soften at all.

Mr. Song had long been used to it. He waved his hand and said, "Forget it, I don't expect him to be obedient. Let's go sit in the restaurant first. The guests are probably arriving soon."

After hearing this, Song's mother helped Mr. Song into the restaurant.

Song Yinan's eyes darkened and he followed closely.

After the three of them sat down, Mr. Song's expression became more serious, with a majestic look on his face, "Before the guests come, I have to negotiate with you first."

Song Yinan raised his finger and signaled the servant to pour him water.

"What do you want to talk about?" Song Yinan frowned.

"Your mother and I admit that you like men, and we will no longer force you to date other daughters. But you are almost thirty now, should you consider getting married?"

Song Yinan took a sip of ice water and said expressionlessly, "Didn't I mention that I wanted to get married a year ago? Aren't you so angry that you broke my legs with a cane? Have you forgotten it now that you're old?"

"How can it be the same!" Mr. Song glared at Song Yinan, "That kid just graduated from college and is five or six years younger than you. Can he spend the rest of his life with you at such a playful age? Look at what I said back then. Come on, it all worked out, didn’t you and him just blow it off in the end?”

Song Yinan's slender white fingers unconsciously squeezed the water cup.

"The matter between me and him is not as simple as it seems, so don't worry about it." Song Yinan suppressed his irritable mood and said in a cold voice.

"I'm too lazy to care about your business, and I don't want to care." Mr. Song picked up a cigarette and put it to his mouth, feeling in his pocket to find a lighter.

Mother Song leaned into his ear and said worriedly, "Stop smoking. The doctor said you can't smoke too much."

Mr. Song pursed his lower lip and took out the cigarette from his mouth. He raised his eyes and looked at Song Yinan, with a strong tone that could not be rejected, "I have a professor friend. His son may be three or four years younger than you, but he is very calm and has a good personality." Okay, I will discuss with him and let you get to know each other."

Before Mr. Song said it, Song Yinan had more or less guessed it, so he was not surprised when he heard it.

"Didn't you say that my age is not suitable for me?"

"This kid is different. He has a stable and responsible personality. He can't compare to the one you talked about before." Mr. Song snorted, "What's more, I heard before that you two have a foster relationship. I really can't understand. You How could a person with this kind of personality like someone like that?”

No matter how many shortcomings Xu Muchhe had, Song Yinan didn't like people talking about him all the time, and instantly lost his patience.

"Don't waste your efforts, I won't promise you."

Song Yinan stood up and wanted to leave.

"Stop!" Mr. Song became anxious and coughed violently after yelling.

Song Yinan stopped.

Mr. Song coughed until his face turned red, and Mother Song kept helping him calm down.

"If you leave like this, where can I put my face?" Mr. Song said while coughing, "Even if you are not satisfied, at least you have to finish the meal before leaving. You are almost thirty years old, how can you even do this? don't know."

Song's mother also agreed, "Yes, just listen to your father, stay for a meal, and then decide after meeting."

The continuous coughing still made Song Yinan soften his heart, and he returned to his seat and sat down.

"Just because I stay doesn't mean I agree with your ridiculous decision. I'll leave after dinner."

Mr. Song stopped coughing immediately. He patted Mother Song's hand to indicate that she was okay.

"Have a better attitude. Don't put on a bad face every day. I don't know how you usually talk to people when you go out."

Song Yinan replied calmly, "It depends on your ability."

Mr. Song "..." He could hardly hold on to his crutches.

The three of them were silent for a moment, and then the doorbell of the villa rang.

Mother Song stood up happily and said, "I'll ask the servant to bring the dishes."

Mr. Song nodded, then turned to Song Yinan and told Song Yinan again, "Remember to smile more and don't keep an indifferent face."

Song Yinan said nothing and picked up the cup to drink water.

After a while, the sound of footsteps came closer from far away.

Mr. Song stood up with his crutches, "You are finally here, come and sit down. Xiaoxuan, sit next to our Xiaonan."

Song Yinan's eyes suddenly widened and his head turned stiffly.

His eyes and Luo Beixuan's eyes collided unexpectedly, and they gasped in shock.

Luo Beixuan had never met Song Yinan before. He slightly curved his lips and nodded politely to him.

Song Yinan didn't react until Luo Beixuan sat down next to him.

He stared at Luo Beixuan intently, his mind going blank.

When did Luo Beixuan return to China? Why did he meet his father by chance and come here for a blind date?

Is it possible that it was because of these that Cheng Cheng abandoned Xu Muchhe?

Song Yinan clenched his fists tightly, the veins on the back of his hands popped out, and his eyes gradually turned scarlet.

Luo Beixuan was a little embarrassed by his stare and coughed lightly.

Mr. Song also noticed the interaction between them and thought they were having fun, so he looked at each other and smiled happily with his friend.

"Don't keep staring at me. I'm so embarrassed by you." Mr. Song smiled and brought them together. "You are about the same age, so you should have a lot to talk about. You talk about your own business, and don't worry about us old men."

Song Yinan had calmed down at this time, his eyes gradually turned cold, and he raised his eyebrows sarcastically.

"I'm so old, you probably don't like me."