A glass of wine

Yichen turned his head and stared at Lan Haoyu with big eyes, the disapproval and embarrassment in those dark eyes were so obvious.

Lan Haoyu still looked leisurely, with a smile on his face, and his movements were leisurely. He sat there with the posture of a graceful superior.

The room was decorated in an antique style, because of the large and luxurious chrysanthemums in the vase, it carried the fragrance of chrysanthemums. The elegant and refined chrysanthemum fragrance lingered in the air, but it did not make the room suddenly silent. The atmosphere of embarrassment and depression is relieved.

Yichen's father was not only shocked by Lan Haoyu's words, he also felt embarrassed and then angry.

The son who has always been favored is getting together with a man, and no matter how you look at it, the other party must have a family background that is beyond the reach of ordinary people, and from his style and actions, it can be concluded that he is not an ordinary person. Said that he would like his son to trouble him for the rest of his life.

No matter how you listen to it, it sounds like flirting.

Yichen's father had to wonder if his son had been taken care of by this man.

This is really something that makes my father dizzy with anger.

Yichen was so spoiled since he was a child that his parents felt that he owed him, but as soon as he left his parents, he messed with a man.

And Yichen is still young, only over 16 years old, a minor.Actually going to be a man's lover, being a parent, no one can bear it.

Yichen's father was very angry, but he had nothing to do with the young man in front of him. After all, this young man was someone else's child, and his aura was not something ordinary people could have. Even if Yichen's father stood In front of him, I also feel guilty.

So, he could only vent his anger on his son.

However, before Father Ye lost his temper with Yichen, Lan Haoyu had already stood up and signaled to the waiter, so the pretty waitress came over very respectfully to invite Father Ye to sit down for dinner.

Father Ye couldn't yell at Yichen under the charming smile of a beautiful girl or simply slap him in anger, so he could only blushed with anger, but had to suppress it, and was invited over by the waitress Sit at the table.

Yichen knew that his father was angry, but at this moment, he could only frown and stare at Lan Haoyu fiercely, but there was nothing he could do about Lan Haoyu.

Lan Haoyu walked up to Yichen with a soft smile, "Go and sit down, aren't you hungry?"

Yichen was about to say a thorny refusal to Lan Haoyu when his father said, "Chenchen, come here."

Yichen glanced at Lan Haoyu, then walked to his father with his head down.

With Lan Haoyu's consent, the waitress placed Yichen's chair beside Father Ye.

Lan Haoyu then sat across from the two of them.

"My family, Chenchen, has been spoiled since he was a child. He has a stubborn and smelly temper. Living with you these days has really troubled you. I don't know when you and Chenchen met. He has such a bad temper, and he hardly studied before. What kind of friends can I make, and being able to make a brother like you really surprises me as a father."

Father Ye was really not easy, he was already so angry that his head was smoking, and he wanted to slap Yichen twice, to beat up this unscrupulous son, but at this time he was smiling and friendly with Lan Haoyu conversation.

"Xiaochen has a bad temper, but who is not squeamish at this age? It's cute, not annoying, and very likable." When Lan Haoyu was talking, he looked at Yichen , with a layer of warm light in the deep eyes, a very obvious look of doting.

Yichen stared at him, thinking that this time he was completely screwed, and his father would be very angry.

"Although he and I have only known each other for two months, we hit it off right away when we met, and we both feel very good about each other." Lan Haoyu said, and smiled at Yichen, "Isn't it, Xiaochen? "

But Yichen could only pull his father's arm, begging weakly, "Dad..."

Father Ye glanced at his son with a dark face, and was too angry to say a word.

It just so happened that the dishes were also served at this time, from the utensils to the dishes, everything was exquisite, but Father Ye couldn't handle chopsticks, and Yichen didn't eat with chopsticks either.

So the waitress enthusiastically introduced the dishes and served them.

The beautiful voice of the waitress resolved the embarrassment of silence at the dinner table.

Lan Haoyu picked up the wine glass and toasted Father Ye, "Uncle, I would like to thank you and aunt first for this glass of wine."

Father Ye didn't know what Lan Haoyu was doing, so he could only pick up his wine glass and listen to him.

"Thank you and your aunt for raising Xiaochen. Because of you, I was able to have the current Xiaochen, and I was able to see him." When Lan Haoyu said the previous words, he said them to Father Ye, but the latter words were Facing Yichen, he couldn't help showing affection and tenderness in his words, "The first time I saw Xiaochen, I knew that he was the one I was looking for."

Yichen was pretending to be deaf and dumb while eating with his head down, but at this moment he had to raise his head. When he met Lan Haoyu's affectionate eyes, he couldn't help but feel a sudden shock in his heart, as if a small hammer had hit him. His heart ached, and then it jumped up uncontrollably.

Yichen's father had a bad face, because Lan Haoyu's words sounded like a son-in-law who wanted to marry his daughter away from his family.

If his family is indeed a daughter, he can reluctantly accept it, but the main reason is that his family is not a daughter, but a worthless son like Yichen.

"Chenchen is my son, how could we not love him, spoil him and raise him, your thanks really make me, a father, unacceptable." Father Ye said with a dark face.

"That's why I have to thank you all, and I also have to apologize. After all, I want to take away the child you have pampered and raised so hard. From now on, Xiaochen will be mine, and I have to let you give him up." Give it to me." Lan Haoyu said these few words like saying the usual persuasive words like "this dish is good, please try it".

Yichen's eyes widened in shock at this moment, and he exclaimed, "Lan Haoyu, you..."

He also put the wine glass in Father Ye's hand on the table, and said, "What do you mean? Although our family is an ordinary family, it is not enough to sell our son."

Lan Haoyu's expression remained unchanged, he stood up and walked to Yichen's side, Yichen still looked at him with a surprised expression, he held Yichen's hand and brought Yichen up.

Yichen felt very strange, his consciousness seemed unable to control his behavior, so Lan Haoyu led him to his seat, and was led by Lan Haoyu to sit on the chair over there.

Lan Haoyu's movements did not contain any intimacy, his expression was solemn and solemn, he held Yichen's hand, slightly bent down and stood behind Yichen, and said, "Xiaochen is priceless, how can you use it?" Sell ​​this word. I love him and want to marry him for a hundred years. Although he is still young, I can wait until he grows up to marriageable age. Uncle, on this point, I hope you and aunt can Complete."

Yichen felt very surprised, obviously he came to see his father, to let his father see that he is fine, don't worry from now on, go home quickly, and let his mother feel at ease, but how did things develop to this kind of situation? It's over.

Simply incredible.

Did Lan Haoyu propose to his family just now, saying that he wanted to marry him?

How could this kind of thing happen so soon and so early? It's unimaginable.

Yichen is only over 16 years old, and has never thought about getting married.

Hearing Lan Haoyu's words suddenly, he was so surprised that he couldn't figure out whether Lan Haoyu was telling the truth or joking.

Yichen's father was also surprised.

Because Lan Haoyu really doesn't look like a person who makes fun of such things, and his solemn and solemn expression seems to be swearing to the gods, swearing that he will always love this person and never leave, just like marriage The oath on the palace, and it is the kind that cannot be changed.

Yichen's father asked in a trembling voice, "You? Are you serious?"

"This kind of thing will never be false. So I beg my uncle to make it happen." Lan Haoyu faced Yichen's father, the solemnity between his brows, the graceful and self-sufficient demeanor, and the aura without anger made Yichen His father could not see him as a young man.

Yichen's father was in a very complicated mood at that time. He felt a strong oppressive feeling of not being able to resist and not being able to resist in front of this young man, which made him unable to breathe.

Especially because Lan Haoyu was standing, so he was condescending, which made this feeling even worse, so that Father Ye could only stand up too.

He couldn't resist Lan Haoyu's words, so he could only look at his son, Yichen sat there with his head down, his eyes were slightly covered by his forehead.

Father Ye said, "It depends on Chenchen's intentions."

So Lan Haoyu bent down and kissed Yichen's ear, with a gentle and loving voice, "Huh? Xiaochen, do you agree?"

Yichen bit her lower lip, not knowing what to do.

This is simply a forced marriage, but he is in a state of confusion. He is still young, and he has never thought about marriage, let alone marrying a man. However, if he is asked to refuse, he can't refuse either, yes Yes, thinking that if Lan Haoyu married someone else, he would feel very uncomfortable.

Yichen's two hands were clasped together with such strength that his knuckles turned white, both of them stared at him, he finally made a sound, "Well, I... ok..."

Lan Haoyu smiled, and kissed Yichen's ear again, because of the feeling of intimacy and pampering, this action was not obscene or pornographic at all, it was natural.

Yichen's answer made the atmosphere in the room seem to suddenly relax, and the fragrance of chrysanthemums floated into the nostrils, and the fragrance of the dishes on the table also overflowed, seducing people's appetite.