Slag Gong, why doesn't he abuse me?

The current male owner of the Huo family, who hadn't shown up on the wedding day, came back.

Came back over the wall like a thief.

Dong Runyan was not surprised. He followed the young master into the Huo family until today, and he would never be surprised by anything the Huo family did.

Such a family, should be able to get along with the young master very soon.

Yes, both meanings are possible.

It was cool and windy under the wall, and Yin Linchu had a friendly conversation with his father-in-law, whom he met for the first time, but he was idle anyway.

Huo Xueqin had seen the photos of Yin Linchu before he left home at the age of 16.

He has not contacted his family since he left home, and it is impossible to have a recent photo.

His appearance has not changed much, and he can be seen at a glance. He is very similar to when he was in his teens.

Huo Xueqin stared closely for a moment, feeling quite emotional: "You follow your mother."

Why does this sound like a curse?

Yin Linchu politely replied: "No, no, you follow your mother."

"Didn't I say that, I follow my father more."

Huo Xueqin patted the hand on his shoulder, feeling sentimental, "Your mother is beautiful and smart, but it's a pity that this life was ruined by not knowing people clearly, and treating bad people as good people."

Yin Linchu blinked: "I have a question."

"You ask."

Huo Xueqin said casually, "You can't mention the matter of hair, if you mention it, I will turn my face."

Yin Linchu was silent for a moment, but could he be someone who is afraid of death?

He spoke quickly: "You mean, my mother failed to marry you because of your hairline?"

Huo Xueqin's face froze for a moment, and he quickly chuckled: "Even this is very similar to her."

Recalling the events of that year, it is like the wind blowing under the corner of the wall now, fresh and soft, soothing the whole body and calming the heart.

That mature and steady face with three-dimensional and distinct features can give a glimpse of the handsome youth, with wisdom in the brows.

The deep and deep voice is the strength of the diplomat's spokesperson, Huo Xueqin has a deep expression: "The hairline is an excuse, but it is actually because I don't like it.

True liking, lame or blind, deaf or dumb, it doesn't matter, liking will tolerate all shortcomings. "

He emphasized his tone: "What's more, what about the heightened hairline that isn't even considered a defect?"

As expected of an intellectual, what he said is too reasonable.

Yin Linchu looked up. Although he said so, he felt that the mother who had never met before should be thinking about the future of the child.

The young man in front of him is the son of his ex-fiancée, and also his son's newlywed partner, that is, the younger generation who is kissing and kissing, and there is absolutely no reason to lose his temper.

Huo Xueqin put his hand on the top of his head, trying to make him change the direction of his gaze: "Hey, don't look there... ah!"

He suddenly cried out in pain, and the two hands on Yin Linchu's body were released at the same time - one was twisted behind his back, and the other was in a hurry to rescue him.

Huo Xueqin covered his shoulders and grinned in pain. Seeing that it was Huo Qiao who grabbed his arm, he immediately widened his eyes in disbelief: "You hit your father?"

Yin Linchu was a little surprised when the person who was supposed to be writing the report came down from the study.

Looking at the open window in the study room, he roughly guessed that Huo Qiao must have seen them from the window, and misunderstood.

"Sorry, Father, I didn't notice it was you."

Huo Qiao let go of his hand and corrected him, "No fight, it's called capture."

"You actually captured your father!" Huo Xueqin shouted even louder.

He stood at the commanding heights of morality, facing a traitor who dared to attack his father, he was fearless and had no scruples.

Like a messenger of justice, with a high-pitched and impassioned voice, he sternly criticized.

Out of an intuitive judgment, Yin Linchu thought that he should not be so loud.

After all, he was surreptitious when he first appeared, so the family must have been afraid and dared not come in through the front door ostentatiously.

A figure appeared in Yin Linchu's field of vision, and his complexion changed. Huo Xueqin, who has excellent observation skills, immediately noticed his reaction, as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

"Huo Qiao, because my father has just arrived home, I'm tired from running around, so I'm going to rest first, and I'll educate you later."

Huo Xueqin walked in the direction opposite to Yin Linchu's line of sight, and his steps became faster and faster.

Mrs. Huo with a condensed face ignored the two of them, walked past them, followed in Huo Xueqin's footsteps.

Yin Lin turned his head to look at Huo Qiao at first, and saw Huo Qiao looking at him too, and said, "Shall we go back?"

"Ah."

Huo Qiao was used to the couple's way of getting along, and didn't think there was anything wrong.

Yin Linchu and Huo Qiao walked back side by side, feeling the pleasant wind, as usual: "I always feel that your father and my mother have no relationship beyond the boundaries of friendship."

"Well, my mother knew that."

Huo Qiao was not surprised.

Seeing Yin Linchu raised his eyebrows, Huo Qiao explained thoughtfully: "Mother just needs to find an excuse to beat him up."

Yin Linchu couldn't help applauding slowly.

His mother-in-law, great, powerful, cool.

When I saw Huo Xueqin again at dinner, he didn't add any color to the front of his clothes, and he didn't see any missing arms or legs. Yin Linchu felt relieved.

Mrs. Huo's executive power is really strong, and the force and position of the beating are extremely precise, and there will be no serious injuries caused by misses.

At this time, Yin Linchu learned that Huo Xueqin's so-called spaceship was blocked and it was too late to come back because he had forgotten the date of Huo Qiao's wedding.

After receiving Huo Qiao's message asking for the location, he temporarily made up a nonsense to prevaricate.

He was about to leave immediately, but when he saw the urgent document on the table, he thought that he was late anyway, so he might as well finish the document before leaving, but he forgot about it after this process.

Yin Linchu was eating the food that Huo Qiao had put into the bowl, and thought, in fact, this father and son are not alike at all.

At least it will not be affected by private affairs to conduct official business.

His expression froze, and he suddenly thought of the phrase "Your husband neglected you" that appeared in the subtitles, wouldn't that just be it?

That's it? !

How to play this!

The next morning, Huo Qiao was going back to his post after breakfast, and Yin Lin was supposed to perform his duties as a partner and send him out.

As soon as he walked outside the door, he saw Yin Chenxuan, whom he hadn't seen since the wedding, with Zhan Pengjie by his side.

Yin Lin looked at Zhan Pengjie very eagerly at the beginning, and the younger brother who could add points was also there, and said with a smile: "Why are you here, or are you here together?"

"Brother," Yin Chenxuan reluctantly called out the title, "Papa, he passed away."

Yin Linchu's eyes moved slightly, and his body froze in place.

Huo Qiao was keenly aware of his changes, supported him worriedly, and looked into his eyes.

Yin Linchu's eyes were full of sadness, and he lowered his eyelids, so sad that he didn't want to look at Huo Qiao.

His tool man is gone.

"Masochism value +5,42/100."

"..." Yin Linchu hated himself for being optimistic.

He didn't seem so sad again.