I stole the big guy's baby

I was afraid of being gossiped by their servants, so I didn't want to stay for too long, at most I stayed for half an hour.After chatting almost, I have the intention to go.

Xiaofei got up and escorted me out of the bedroom. Just after I finished the last step, my gaze inadvertently glanced at the hall, and I was so frightened that I disappeared.

I saw Patriarch Song with a gloomy complexion leaning on a gold-plated cane with a dragon head, his menacing gaze fixed on me.

Behind him stood Song Qianyi with a complex expression.

There was more sweat on my forehead.

"Dad, you're back!" Xiao Fei resolutely decided to attract the firepower to himself, "Why didn't Mom come back?"

Patriarch Song's beard moved, and he never took his eyes off me, "Your mother's friend came to Q City today, and she went shopping with him. This is..."

This poor old man is cunning enough to beat a mandarin duck with a club, and a fool would believe that he doesn't know me.

I smiled and handed him a business card, "Hi Uncle, I'm Chuxue's friend, and I'm currently working for H City Television Station."

Patriarch Song took the business card and glanced at it, "News anchor, doing well."

I laughed so hard that my face became stiff, I raised my eyes to meet Song Qianyi's worried gaze, and nodded as if trying to comfort him.

Immediately afterwards, Patriarch Song threw me a bombshell, "You are Xiaoxue's friend, so who is Xiaoqian?"

I swallowed my saliva, this is simply a proposition.

If I want to deny the relationship, I'm afraid of making Song Qianyi sad, but if I want to admit it, I'm afraid that Patriarch Song will kick me out on the spot.

After my brain worked quickly, I chose to grit my teeth and admit, "I am your son's gay."

Patriarch Song's gloomy face darkened even more when he heard these words.

I was so frightened that I didn't dare to breathe out, but I didn't want to back down, so I just stuck my neck and confronted him.

"The Song family can't be left behind."

It was obvious what he meant, but I just couldn't believe it.

"This is the 21st century, with a lot of DINKs and unmarriageism. It's not like your family has the throne to inherit, and the family business can be handed over to your daughter. Besides, I think you are very energetic, and it's not bad to have another child with your aunt." Can't……"

"Ridiculous!" Patriarch Song slammed his crutches on the ground, his beard trembling in anger, "It's really shameless!"

I felt that if I was close to him, the crutch would probably hit me.

"Anyway, my attitude is very clear. I will not give up on him. Song Qianyi is clearly capable of living the life he wants. I don't understand why you still control his life."

"I'm his father, I don't care who will take care of him?" Patriarch Song realized that he had lost his demeanor, and slowly calmed down, but his face was still grim.

"At the age of 18, he is an adult, and he can completely leave the family, not to mention that he is now 28 years old."

Maybe it's because I'm more rational. The fear of the elders at the beginning has completely disappeared, and the rest is to argue with reason.

Patriarch Song remained silent, and a low pressure of indifference was released from his body, but I was unmoved.

At this time, Song Qianyi walked up to me and interlocked my fingers, "Father, you have been trying to show your authority by controlling my life. But in fact, when you ruthlessly crushed all my hard work for so many years , your authority has dropped in value."

Song Qianyi turned his head and looked at me deeply, "What my family didn't give me, Jiang Yang gave it to me. Besides, you can see that he is not on a whim, he is working hard for our future. Don't you feel a little moved? "

Patriarch Song didn't see our dignified appearance, but the hand that kept rubbing the head of the crutch gave away his thoughts.

I think it should be stable.

The big deal is to complain to my parents. I haven't been wronged by anyone since I grew up.

Except for Song Qianyi, I am happy.

"What are you doing?" Mrs. Song and another lady walked into the house arm in arm.

I looked at the fashionable lady, my eyeballs were about to pop out.

Sitting on the leather sofa with Mrs. Song, the elegant lady still held her chin and said to me with a half-smile, "Can you do it? If you can't, I'll come."