Qiu Ren is always very tired [Comprehensive]

Hong's mother, Hong Leng, is a very beautiful person.

Qiu Ren once met her once, in the city hospital ten years ago, he accompanied Hong to visit his mother.

Compared with that time, this beautiful mother has not changed much. The ten years at most only left a few shallow fine lines at the corners of her eyes. Same, gentle and demure.

"Mother."

Standing at the door and shouting, Qiu Ren felt the strength of the hand holding him suddenly increase.

He was probably nervous.

Although he said that he didn't care about other people's opinions, in his heart he still hoped that his relatives could accept it, especially his mother, who he had always loved and loved.

For Hong, during that dark and depressing childhood, his mother was his only salvation. Even after that happened, he still regarded his mother as his most cherished and respected person.

But this time, he couldn't compromise. He had a hunch that as long as he made even the slightest compromise, the person beside him would leave him without hesitation.

He couldn't let this person leave, he had to keep this person by his side.

So even though the next thing he was about to face was the person he respected the most, he kept holding Qiu Ren's hand tightly, with no intention of letting go.

Hearing the movement at the door, Hong Leng shifted her attention from the pot of hibiscus flowers on the table to this side. Seeing her little son whom she hadn't seen for more than half a year, her eyes softened a lot unconsciously, but soon she Then he noticed the two people's hands clasped together, and the expressions on their faces stagnated for a moment.

"Who is this?"

Her gaze rested on Qiu Ren who was next to Hong.

"Qiu Ren, my marriage partner."

Before entering the door, Hong Xiaxiong had warned Hong that if Hong would irritate his mother later, he would definitely beat him up. Considering the difference in force value between the two, he also explicitly asked Hong to wait Ready to fight back.

Hong nodded in agreement, but in the end he didn't use a more euphemistic way of expression as his brother said, but directly confessed his relationship with Qiu Ren.

He didn't want to lie to someone he cared about.

Qiu Ren looked at his side face, although he still looked calm and composed on the surface, but in fact Qiu Ren could feel that he was at the end of his battle at the moment.

Hong will not give up Qiuren, this is absolute, but at the same time, he does not want to break with his mother.

Mother and Qiuren, these two are extremely important existences to him, and he doesn't want to give up on either one.

Hong Xia Xiong on the side was also staring at his mother very nervously, thinking that if something happened, he would send his mother to the hospital as soon as possible, and then beat up that brat Jiao Dong.

Compared with the nervousness of the two brothers, Qiu Ren was much calmer, he didn't feel restless when "meeting the parents", and even gave a little attention to the pot of white hibiscus flowers on the table.

The leaves are thick, the flower stems are straight, and the color is fresh and tender. It can be seen that it has been carefully cared for.

……

Hearing the words "marriage partner", there was a brief moment of stupefaction on Hong Leng's face, but he soon came back to his senses, and his eyes fell on the hands of the two of them again.

"Come in first."

Her expression was indifferent, and she couldn't tell whether she was angry or not. She didn't expect such a flat reaction from her mother, and the two brothers were stunned for a moment.

However, Hong was stunned for a while, and soon came back to his senses, he took Qiu Ren's hand and walked into the living room together.

"Xiao Xia."

Hong Leng called Hong Xiaxiong's nickname, "Go and call Masako and Tianman over."

Masako is Hong Xiaxiong's wife, and Tianma, as Qiuren guessed, is Hong Xiaxiong's son.

Hearing his mother's words, Hong Xiaxiong hesitated for a moment, his eyes paused for a moment on Hong and Qiuren, and finally nodded and left.

As soon as Hong Xia Xiong left, there were only the three of them left in the huge living room. Hong looked serious and prepared, with his back straight.

Qiuren's attention was uncontrollably attracted to the pot of white hibiscus next to him. He remembered that there seemed to be no such plant in the yard, and thought about whether to buy some seeds and plant one when he went back.

His mind-wandering behavior was actually done quite covertly, and most people would not be able to detect it at all, but I don't know if the members of the Hong family are born with keen observation skills, and his little behavior was discovered by the two people present.

He squeezed his palm calmly to remind him, while Hong Leng on the other side asked directly.

"Mr. Qiu Ren seems to be very interested in my pot of hibiscus."

"I'm ashamed to say that I usually like to play with flowers and plants when I have nothing to do at home. Seeing that your pot of hibiscus has been cultivated so well, I couldn't help but look at it a few more times. It made you laugh."

Being caught on the spot, Qiuren didn't rush to cover it up, he calmly admitted his mind-wandering behavior just now,

When Hong Xiaxiong took his wife and children, and went to the kitchen to call Hong Dongmei to the living room, what he saw was Qiu Ren talking with his mother in a very harmonious way, and Hong was completely left alone to drink tea eerie scene.

"What's the situation?"

Hong Xiaxiong looked like the sky was about to fall, how long had he not seen his mother chatting with someone other than them so happily.

"Isn't your marriage partner too simple?!"

Hong silently watched the scene where the two had a happy conversation, and did not speak.

In the past 18 years, as the second son of the Feng family, Qiuren has dealt with many people, old and young, men and women, people of different genders, and people of different ages. All kinds of communication, he is well versed in all kinds of ways to please others, as long as he is willing, he can quickly gain enough favorability with a person, even if it is just the first time meeting someone.

When Hong Dongmei heard the two talking about plants, she joined in without saying a word, so Hong Xiaxiong, his wife and son, and Hong, the four of them just watched eagerly as the three chatted in full swing.

"Frozen!"

Hong Xiaxiong's four-year-old son, Hong Tianman, usually admires his little uncle the most. Every time he sees him, he will stick to him with an excited face, wanting to hug him and hold him high.

"Call me uncle! No big or small!"

Hong Xiaxiong pretended to be angry and patted his son's butt lightly. When he talked about this matter, he became depressed. The son he gave birth to admires most is not him but his younger brother. Jiao Dong didn't move out. For a while, he followed him like a follower every day, and after Jiao Dong moved out, he pestered him all day to let him take him to find Jiao Dong.

And Hong also likes this nephew very much. Although he doesn't say it on the surface, every time he comes back from a mission, he will bring him some chocolate marshmallows from the candy store on the corner of the street. At the age of four, there were several decayed teeth before all the teeth in his mouth had grown.After being educated by his sister-in-law and mother in turn, Hong didn't bring him any snacks after that, but he was replaced by some relatively novel toys.

For example, this time, he brought a small robot in the image of All Might to his nephew, turned on the switch, and the robot would still say the classic line of All Might.

[It's all right now, why do you want to ask?Because I am here! 】

The young boy was quite satisfied with this New Year's gift, and he was about to jump on his uncle with glowing eyes.

"I like you the most! Scorched!"

But this time, Hong didn't let him fall into his arms like before, but reached out to catch him, and then sent him back to his brother.

"In the future, you can no longer throw yourself into my arms casually like before."

Facing the puzzled eyes of his nephew, he straightened his face, looked at him very seriously and said.

"why?"

Hong Tianman tilted his head innocently.

"Because I have someone I like."

Hong pointed to the young man who was talking harmoniously with his mother and sister.

"So I can't hug you casually like before, he will be jealous."

Hearing these words, Hong Xia Xiong rolled his eyes speechlessly.

Do you think that everyone is as naive as you, and would be jealous of a four or five-year-old boy...

"Don't you like Tianma?"

The young child thought that he was abandoned by his uncle, and his big eyes were covered with a layer of crystal mist.

"I like it, but it's different."

Hong nodded solemnly.

"It's the love of your relatives for you, but it's the love of a lover for him."

"spouse?"

Four-year-old Xiao Douding was confused.

"My lover is my future marriage partner."

He explained to him expressionlessly.

"Hey, don't spoil my son!"

Hung Xia Xiong rolled his eyes speechlessly, and reprimanded Hung with some dissatisfaction for instilling some strange vocabulary into his young son.

"Are you going to marry that handsome brother in the future?"

Hong Tianman looked at Qiu Ren on the opposite side in a daze.

When Hong heard his nephew calling Qiuren "brother", he was actually a little unhappy, but he still nodded.

Hong Tianman blinked his big round and clear eyes, and asked suspiciously and naively, "Then will you have a little brother or a little sister to play with me in the future?"

Hearing these words, Hong was stunned for a few seconds, and then a miniature image of Qiu Ren popped up in his mind, with a face as pink and white as delicate as a doll placed in a window, and big round eyes as black as ink. Looking at him without blinking, she called his name in a childish voice.

【Frozen... Frozen...】

There was a slight fluctuation in the eyes that had always been calm, and he admitted that he was a little moved.

"Don't think about it, you can't have a baby with him."

Hong Xia Xiong at the side poured cold water on him mercilessly.