Baby, wait until you grow up

An Boning slapped her long eyelashes twice, and then felt very embarrassed for her narrow-mindedness.After a big oolong, An Boning became less wary of friends whom he hadn't seen for more than ten years.Besides, Miran is a passionate young man, even if An Baining treats people coldly, he can't stand him trying to get close.

"Bo Ning, you are too ruthless to me! You have come to Germany to see me after so many years."

An Boning sat close to An Hao, avoiding the boy's protruding hand without leaving any trace, "Have you watched a lot of Chinese TV?"

Mi Ran's eyes lit up, "You! You really understand my heart."

An Boning felt a headache when he used words indiscriminately, so he babbled and didn't answer.

Mama Mi, who was watching from the side, smiled, "Bai Ning, ever since Mi Lang found out about your return to China, he has asked someone to bring Chinese CDs back to study. There are many TV dramas in it."

Miran was slightly shy, scratched his head, and said, "Do you have time, Bo Ning?"

"Ok?"

"I may stay here for a while, would you like to ask you to play around with me?"

Bo Ning said without any hesitation, "Sorry."

Miran, who was rejected, was not discouraged, and his smiling face was still pretty, "Then I will ask someone to take us to play."

"I don't like to go out, and I don't like to play." Bo Ning spoke earnestly, without any perfunctory, "I'm sorry."

Only then did Miran let go of his excitement, and lowered his head in frustration.After waiting for a while, his gloomy face regained its brilliance, and he suggested, "Then I'll come to your house to accompany you, okay?"

An Boning really didn't want him to come to the house, but she repeatedly rejected her childhood playmate, which was unreasonable both emotionally and rationally.However, he never wanted to wrong himself.

An Hao saw his entanglement, he grabbed his son's hand and squeezed it in his palm, and said to the expectant boy, "Then come here."

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of the two children changed back to being extremely surprised. The difference was that Bo Ning's double pupils were full of sadness, and he resisted, "Dad!"

"However, Bo Ning is not in good health, you can't pester him to play with you all day."

Mi Ran nodded like a pounding onion, "En En, don't worry, Uncle."

An Hao clenched his son's hand trying to break free from his temper, and smiled slightly at the joyful boy.The mother and son had a light meal at home, and it was already around nine o'clock at night after we sent them out.

An Boning used silence to express his dissatisfaction with his father's arbitrary decisions. He stomped upstairs without saying a word, took his clothes and locked himself in the bathroom.

The European-style retro wall clock was ticking. After taking the shower for almost an hour, when I came out, I saw a man sitting on the sofa looking at him with fragrance.

"Angry?"

In the bedroom, the carved window lattices carved with landscape scenery are set up, and the patterned gauze is blown in by the breeze. A mural of a father and son group photo occupies most of the wall - under the peach blossom tree, the sunset dyes the sky, the boy is wearing a black dress, hugging him from behind. The neck and cheeks of the man in the same style of clothing are close together, with playful eyebrows and eyes, intimate and tender.

Bo Ning walked over, handed the towel to dry his hair to his father, and sat down with his back to him.

An Hao stretched out his long arms, half hugged the boy, wrapped his wet hair with a towel, and wiped it gently, "Ning Ning, you really don't remember Mi Lang? You even went to pick up a pistol?"