The good substitute is actually a group pet

When Meng Tinghe received He Pingsui's message, it was already completely dark.The plane passed steadily across the stratosphere, and it would take about ten minutes to arrive home.

??[He Pingsui]: Are you not at home?

??ah.

??Meng Tinghe rested his fingers on the keyboard, not knowing which key to press.

?? He said that he seemed to have forgotten something. It turned out that he hadn't told He Pingsui that he had gone home.

?? But...they are not a young couple, so it is not too late to say it now.

?? After ten seconds of ideological construction,? Meng Tinghe was also straightened up and strengthened.

??-He: Well, I'm back home.On the side of Beijing City.

??the other end.

?? He Pingsui looked at the message sent by Miaohui, and went back upstairs in extreme disappointment.

?? Beijing City and Jiang City are separated by more than half a map. Although it is very likely that they are going home for the New Year, this distance is no different from running!

?? Back in the dark room,? He Pingsui didn't bother to turn on the overhead light, so he just made do with a small night light in the bedroom that was always on.

??The jacket was thrown onto the sofa by him, barely hooked on the top for a few seconds, and then slipped down again.

?? And he went straight to the bar, took out the wine from the wine cabinet, and mixed the wine without much distraction.

?? A ringtone came from his personal mobile phone in the living room.

??The phone ringtone is still the recording he has used for five years.Mr. He put down the cup in his hand and walked into the living room.

?? After a distance, He Pingsui's excellent eyesight of 5.2 has allowed him to see the words on the screen.Unfortunately, the person who called him was not the one he expected.On the screen are three big words,? He Bairan.

??The person in charge of the He family is his father.

?? Seeing this name,? He Pingsui slowed down.

?? Sure enough, He Bairan's condescending phone rang within five seconds before hanging up.After a while, another person called again.

?? It's his dad's assistant's phone number.

The assistant was very patient. He waited until He Pingsui picked up the phone and told him softly: "Master, Director He asked me to tell you, please be sure to go home on New Year's Eve."

?? This home, naturally refers to the He family in Yan City.

??He Bairan has devoted most of his life to the business world, his interests are almost instinctively carved into his bones, and he is extremely indifferent to family affection.

??His children are not children, but only his heirs.All he needs is the winner of the ultimate game.

??The only bit of tenderness he had was for He Pingsui's mother, and after she passed away, it turned into a little bit of guilt towards He Pingsui.

??So the New Year's Eve dinner organized once a year at He's family is just a formality.

??He Pingsui has always been reckless. He Bairan's orders and tasks are not necessary for him. The Jiudu created by himself is not for He Bairan's words, but more because of his own interest.

??He responded coldly, indicating that he had received the message.

??For so many years, Director He didn't have the patience to call people home in person. At most, he wanted to dial for a few seconds, so most of the time it was the assistant who notified these things.

??After experiencing too many assistants, he understood the perfunctory in He Pingsui's words in an instant.

?? But this year is different from the past.The assistant repeated: "Please be sure to come back. Director He has arranged for you a well-matched young master, and you will meet him when the time comes."

??The assistant's words were full of admiration for Mr. He's concession—after all, the person in charge of such a large group, after knowing the sexual orientation of the son who is most likely to inherit the company, was able to accept and even introduce him so calmly .

??Understanding the righteousness is nothing more than that!

??He Pingsui is not as naive as his assistant.

?? Last year, He Bairan didn't have a good face on this matter. Now that his attitude has changed so quickly, there must be huge interests driving it.

?? Also introduce a well-matched young master?

?? Isn't this a blind date?

??He Pingsui snorted coldly: "Tell him, it's fine to go home, but you don't need to see anyone else."

?? He has a sweetheart, what kind of blind date.

??…

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?? on the plane.

??Meng Tinghe and He Pingsui chatted briefly for a while, then heard Liu Wenzheng's voice pushing the door open.

?? "Brother, you haven't rested?"

?? After Liu Wenzheng woke up, her hair was extremely messy, and she sat down next to Meng Tinghe.

?? "No." The sofa is a single seat, and his brother squeezed it over and it became crowded instantly.Meng Tinghe looked away from the screen, and drove Liu Wenzheng to the opposite sofa, "Don't touch me."

??Liu Wenzheng: "...Hmm."

?? The speed of the flight slowly slowed down and finally landed on the tarmac.This helipad is just behind the manor where the Meng family's main house is located, and there is a road connecting to the house.

??The car that Lao Meng had prepared had already stopped at the exit, and Fang Bo consciously walked to the driver's seat.Another assistant who was waiting next to him looked at the two Meng brothers with a smile, and lowered his voice to share with Fang Bo.

?? "Just now Dong Meng hesitated for a long time whether to come over in person, Madam scolded me to go quickly, but Dong Meng couldn't come."

?? "Hey, getting angry from embarrassment, Meng Dong is also afraid of his wife, and dare not say hahaha."

??Meng Tinghe's ears moved slightly, capturing their conversation.

??The apron is inside the manor, but it can't stand the large area inside. After driving for 10 minutes, a group of people stopped in front of the main house.

??The design of the main house is a typical Chinese-style mansion. The outer door is wide open. Liu Shuyun is standing under the steps, unable to hide the excitement and anxiety in his eyes.Lao Meng followed her awkwardly with his hands behind his back.

??Seeing her two sons get off the car, Liu Shuyun took a few steps forward holding her skirt.

??Meng Tinghe reached out and hugged her: "Mom."

??Lao Meng stood beside him, with a serious face, coughing furtively to imply his existence.

??Meng Tinghe patted his mother on the back, let go of his hand, and then turned to look at Lao Meng.

?? It's amazing. Seeing Lao Meng again, the first thing that came to his mind was not their several disputes in the past two years and his bad words, but Schrödinger's visit in Jiangshi that day.

??Meng Tinghe lowered his eyes and called him softly: "Dad."

?? Lao Meng nodded very reservedly: "Yeah."

??Liu Wenzheng, who was carrying two suitcases, was forgotten by the side.He said quietly: "Dad, Mom, you still have a son."

??Liu Wenzheng was studying abroad this year, and he came home once every six months. Liu Shuyun naturally missed him too, and hugged him funny.

?? "Okay, good boy."

?? Liu Wenzheng muttered: "Perfunctory."

??It was windy outside. The family of four said a few words, said goodbye to Fang Bo and others, and turned to enter the house.

?? Through the front yard and corridor, they turned into the living room.The main house looks simple and solemn from the outside, but there are also many modern facilities inside.

?? When Meng Tinghe walked into the living room, he paused for a moment, feeling a little dazed.

??He hasn't been here for more than a year.

?? The dispute that day happened here.

??Meng Xingyu, who was always serious and calm but tolerant and respectful to his children, was furious that day, and ordered Meng Tinghe to change with sharp and cold words.

?? After completely falling apart, he even smashed a glass.

??——The cup was aimed at Meng Tinghe, and Liu Wenzheng, who was nervously squatting next to him to fight at any time, jumped in front of his brother in an instant, blocking him tightly.

?? The cup was off by inches and shattered at their feet.Meng Xingyu looked at Liu Wenzheng who came out, his fingers trembling.

??The sound of the glass falling to the ground and breaking was very clear in the quiet living room, as if it shook my heart.

?? Then there was no more, Meng Xingyu asked his son to get out.Meng Tinghe also left home in a good manner.

?? Even Liu Wenzheng was angered and scolded severely.

?? Oh, Meng Xingyu himself was severely scolded by his wife who came back later.

??…

??Standing here again, Meng Tinghe's mood was very calm, and he even thought of a point that he had neglected before.

??Why did Lao Meng suddenly mention things about love and sexuality that day?

??Liu Shuyun pushed the two brothers down on the sofa, rambling on.

?? "Come back only during the Chinese New Year, but you can also come back in normal times."

?? Liu Wenzheng made a rebellious voice: "Mom, you can come to us too."

?? "Can this be the same? Also, do you pretend that I haven't visited you?" Liu Shuyun patted the head of the second son who had just returned home, "Forget it, shut up, I wasn't talking to you just now Xiaohe, did you hear what Mom said?"

??Meng Xingyu is like an emotionless echoing machine: "Did you hear me, go home more often."

?? Go home more.

??Meng Tinghe held the teacup and said slowly: "You kicked me out yourself. I came back last year, and you still let me go."

?? Lao Meng touched his nose guilty.

?? "In the beginning you froze my card," Meng Tinghe sat in the warm living room, and began to dig through old accounts. "I went out of town by myself, but you froze my card."

?? Facing his wife's glaring gaze, Meng Xingyu quibbled in a low voice: "Only a few pictures were frozen, and only for a while."

?? After all, the card is not always frozen.

??Meng Tinghe nodded, noncommittal: "Oh."

??Liu Shuyun reached out and pinched her husband.Meng Xingyu suffered from pain, hesitantly began to organize his words and tried to apologize to his son.

?? Dong Meng has been in a high position for many years, and this matter is also a hurdle for him, so he held back for a long time without saying anything.

??Meng Tinghe's nose was lingering with the aroma of the silver leaves of Junshan Mountain. He couldn't stand it any longer, and shook his head: "Forget it, I've lost my anger a long time ago."

?? At this time, it was just a long-lost family sitting together, the temperature was just right, and the atmosphere was just right, so he suddenly felt a little wronged.

??Only a little bit.

??Liu Shuyun glanced at her disappointing husband, and changed the subject: "The food is already hot, and you can eat it later. Xiaohe, Mom told you last time that Mom started knitting, and it was a success." Two pieces."

?? Speaking out of nowhere, he took out a pair of bright red long johns and a pink hat.

She said happily: "Aunt Yu said, these two colors are auspicious, festive, and good luck for you..."

??Meng Tinghe looked at the autumn trousers, and heard another piece of fortune analysis, and fell into the contemplation of the successor of socialism: "...?"

?? Why suddenly superstitious.

?? After Liu Shuyun finished speaking, he stuffed the things into Meng Tinghe's hands, and told him: "Remember to wear... Well, you can share it with your brother. The sweater is still being knitted, it will take a few days."

??Holding heavy love in their hands, Meng Tinghe and Liu Wenzheng looked at each other and said awkwardly, "Thank you, Mom."

??…

??night.

??After eating and drinking and chatting for a while, Liu Shuyun and Lao Meng went to rest first, and Liu Wenzheng also returned to his own room.

??Meng Tinghe walked into the room where he had lived for 18 years, felt a little emotional for a moment, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

?? After taking a shower, the hat and long johns were still placed on his beige quilt, which was very conspicuous.

??Thinking for a moment, Meng Tinghe picked up his long johns and walked to the next room.

??Liu Wenzheng was lying on the bed, drowsy.

?? "Brother, what's the matter."

??Meng Tinghe glanced at the short pajama pants his brother was wearing, and said slowly: "Go and take off the pants..."

??Liu Wenzheng was dazed for a few seconds, with a complicated expression on his face, not sure if it was regret or heartache.

??He was stunned for a while, got up from the bed, walked up to Meng Tinghe, lowered his head and said earnestly: "Brother, please restrain yourself, don't think about things that Jinjiang doesn't allow. I'm your younger brother!"

??Meng Tinghe couldn't calm down anymore, and even wanted to curse: "..."

?? Grass, he shouldn't have ordered the forward action.

??Meng Tinghe took out his long johns with his backhand and slapped him on the face: "I haven't finished talking yet. I want you to change into these trousers."

?? Red long johns slipped down from his face.

??Liu Wenzheng: "...Oh."

??…

??the next morning.

??On the dining table, there are all porridge and side dishes that Meng Tinghe likes.

?? Meng Xingyu watched his son sip his porridge, hesitated for a while, and then cleared his cough to divert Meng Tinghe's attention.

?? "After a while, you go to see someone, it's the son of Dad's partner."

??The shrimp dumpling that Meng Tinghe was holding fell into the bowl.

??Um? ? ?

??The author has something to say: Ting He: Dad, you didn't have this attitude before, you blinked when you were kidnapped.

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??Thank you magnolia for the nutrient solution!Pooh!

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??Because the final exam is ahead of time, so there are many tasks every day, and there are group rehearsals at night, so, these days, it should be quite late or I will code in the morning...

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