Quickly wear the sinister villain, let go of my tail

The Qiao family's restaurant was filled with a warm atmosphere. Qiao Songyuan, Qiao's father, sat at the dining table and looked at Song Guo and Qiao Yuan, who were wearing brother clothes. He felt relieved. He used to worry that the relationship between his biological son and his adopted son would deteriorate, but now he feels very relieved to see them getting along so harmoniously.

"Songyuan, look how good the children look in these brother outfits! When they stand together, others will definitely recognize they are brothers at a glance." Mother Qiao said to her husband with a smile.

"Indeed, these clothes make them look like brothers." A satisfied smile flashed across Qiao's father's brows, and he nodded slightly to show his agreement.

When Song Guo heard her parents' praise, she couldn't help but turn her head to look at Qiao Yuan beside her.

His cold and distinct facial features were in sharp contrast to her own small, delicate and lovely face. Her father had made great efforts to ease the relationship between them, and he even said such obviously inappropriate words of praise.

He and Qiao Yuan looked very different, and it was hard to imagine how his father could say such words so calmly.

"It seems that we should buy more brother clothes for A Yuan and Guo Guo in the future." Qiao's mother seemed to be still unsatisfied, as if she had discovered a new fun. She suggested enthusiastically, with excitement flashing in her eyes.

Song Guo wanted nothing more than to do so, so naturally she would not raise any objections. She nodded quickly, "I will listen to mom. I have no objection."

Qiao Yuan frowned and said reluctantly: "No need, I don't like this style of clothes."

Song Guo glanced sideways when she heard that, thinking it was hard for A Yuan to wear clothes of such delicate colors.

Song Guo knew that he had been spoiled by his lover and could not tolerate any grievance.

Upon hearing this, Qiao's mother's face changed slightly, but she still patiently advised: "Ayuan, you can try more new clothing styles. After all, my son is so handsome. If you don't try more new styles, wouldn't it be a waste of your handsome face?" As she said this, she nudged her husband beside her with her elbow.

Making her biological son and adopted son wear brother outfits was only the first step in her efforts to ease the relationship between her two sons, and it must not be aborted halfway.

Qiao's father also frowned and responded to his wife seriously, "Yes, Ayuan, you are still young, don't wear those old-fashioned clothes, young people should try more new things." Although he knew that his son always had his own opinions, this time it was about his sons' future, and he could not let Qiao Yuan do what he wanted.

Qiao Yuan remained silent, trying to express his resistance in this way.

For some reason, he felt something was wrong when he was wearing brother clothes with Song Guo, and an indescribable emotion surged in his heart.

Seems to be in joy.

The uncontrollable emotions made Qiao Yuan feel extremely bad.

Since his wife didn't want to wear bro suits with him, Song Guo didn't want to force her, so she helped persuade Qiao's parents, "Mom and Dad, my brother and I are already adults, and we have our own style of dressing. It's okay to wear bro suits occasionally, but it's not appropriate to wear them often."

The word "brother" made Qiao Yuan freeze in place, as if his soul had been

Mr. and Mrs. Qiao looked at each other. Since their sons were unwilling, they didn't want to force them any further, so they gave up.

It seems that cultivating the relationship between sons requires starting from other aspects.

Song Guo smiled sweetly at Qiao Yuan and mouthed, "You're welcome."

Qiao Yuan lowered his eyes to hide the dark light in them and clenched the chopsticks in his hand. As expected, Song Guo hated him from the bottom of his heart.

How could Song Guo be so kind as to help him?

He, the real young master of the Qiao family, is back, and it's good enough that Song Guo, the fake young master, doesn't put on trouble for his parents.

But what is the reason for the unwillingness in my heart?

"I'm full, you guys take your time." Qiao Yuan stood up and left the restaurant without looking back. Seeing this, Song Guo hurriedly stuffed the food in the bowl into her mouth, mumbling: "Umm - Ah Yuan, wait for me."

Qiao's mother was panicked and immediately put down her chopsticks and tried to chase after him, but was stopped by her husband. He said softly, "Azi, the children have grown up. They have their own ideas and decisions. There are some paths they need to walk on their own. As parents, we cannot interfere too much."

Mother Qiao's eyes were filled with worry, and she said in a trembling voice, "Songyuan, I understand this, but I'm really worried. After all, we are all human. If we had been more careful back then, perhaps we wouldn't be in this predicament today."

At this time, Qiao's mother's eyes were wet with tears. She thought with distress that the whole social circle was now laughing at their family, and there were all kinds of ugly remarks circulating outside, accusing her child Guoguo of being a fake young master who had taken over someone else's nest. These words were like sharp knives, piercing her heart.

Father Qiao hugged his wife tightly, gently held her in his arms, gently stroked her hair, and comforted her softly: "Azi, don't blame yourself too much. This matter is not your fault, nor is it my responsibility. We should not blame ourselves. If we want to blame someone, blame the jealous nurse who hates the rich. She is the culprit."

His eyes revealed deep helplessness and worry, as if they were carrying endless pain.

At this moment, all he could do was to treat his two sons fairly and try to ease the tension between them.

No matter what, Qiao Yuan and Guo Guo are both children of the Qiao family and will not tolerate gossip from others.

Thinking of this, a cold light flashed in Qiao Songyuan's eyes, like a sword drawn from its sheath, cold and ruthless.

Song Guo followed closely behind his lover, but what awaited him was the door slammed shut, almost hitting his nose.

Song Guo rubbed his nose after being rejected. Was the original owner so disliked by A Yuan?

"Qiao Yuan, open the door, I have something to tell you." Song Guo knocked on the door. Qiao Yuan leaned against the door with his head lowered. The light fell on him, casting a shadow, making it impossible to see his expression at the moment.

Song Guo was not discouraged by the lack of response and said softly, "I know I am sorry for you. I have enjoyed the favor of the Qiao family for more than 20 years in your place. I also know that it is my fault to target you. I apologize to you. You may think that I am pretending, but I am serious. As long as you can forgive me, I am willing to do anything."

What awaited Song Guo was still silence. Sure enough, it still didn't work? Song Guo felt a little disappointed and rubbed his face. The A Yuan in this world was so difficult to get along with!

Song Guo was in a dilemma, so he decided to think of another solution.