Tsundere dad is hard to serve

As soon as this question was asked, the staff straightened up in fright from Xi Cheng's sharp eyes, and coughed, "If there is no problem, I will stamp it for you."

With two bangs, two red marriage certificates were pushed in front of them.

The staff smiled flatteringly, "Congratulations to both of you, and wish you two grow old together."

Xu Yao: ...

He was threatening the staff just now?

Xu Yao came in a wheelchair, and when she got out to the door, Xi Cheng carried her into the car.

The driver put away the wheelchair and trotted back to the cab.

He was quite puzzled, why did the boss choose this day to get married...

15 years ago, this was...

……

"Master, the young master doesn't answer the phone."

As Lao Fang said, seeing old man Xi's face stained with sadness, he inexplicably felt sorry for the old man, "Master, maybe the young master is still angry, why don't I go find him..."

The old man waved his hand, "No need."

His eyes fell on the dining table, all the dishes on the table were Xi Yaoyang's favorite.

In the past years, even if Xi Cheng didn't want to, he would come back to worship and eat together.

Time has left traces on his face, his eyelids are drooping, and the sharp eyes in the past are now filled with sadness. He got up and said as he walked, "Let someone clean up and stop eating."

Lao Fang responded and sighed heavily.

……

Xi Cheng sent Xu Yao back to the villa, and Xiao Nuonuo took Mo Chou to perform singing and dancing to celebrate their becoming a certified family.

Mo Chou patted the tambourine, "Congratulations to the old lady and Mr. Xi for entering the grave of marriage..."

"What are you talking about!"

Liu Yun slapped her on the shoulder, and smiled at Xu Yao and Xi Cheng, "Don't listen to her nonsense, I wish you a good relationship for a hundred years, love and love."

Feeling the joyful atmosphere, Qiao Mo inexplicably thought of Shi Qi, his mood sank, and he just pulled his lips, "Congratulations."

"Mommy, Daddy..."

The sound of the music was in harmony with the beat, and the rhythm was cheerful. Xiao Nuonuo ran out and gave a gift, "I wish Mommy and Dadbi finally have a lover and get married. This is a small gesture. Mommy and Dadbi keep working hard. Give me a younger sister."

Xi Cheng opened it and frowned deeply...

The box is full of baby photos made by Xu Yao and Xi Cheng. The daughter's appearance combines their strengths, making her look cute and beautiful.

Xu Yao's gaze came closer, and she liked it from the bottom of her heart, "It's so cute..."

Little Nuonuo grinned, "Like it? If you like it, just work harder than Dad."

Xu Yao is used to her son's maturity, "You brat, aren't you afraid that your sister will compete with you?"

Little Nuonuo suddenly fixed her eyes, looked at her seriously and said, "In the future, my sister can be with Mommy, and it's too late for my baby to be happy."

After listening to these words, Xu Yao couldn't tell what it felt like.

I always feel like my baby is leaving...

Xi Cheng took a deep look at his son and said to Xu Yao, "I'll go out and come back later."

After speaking, he pressed his lips and kissed, then turned and left.

For some reason, Xu Yao always felt weird, as if one or both of them had something to hide from her.

……

The cemetery located at the foot of Mount Heng was foggy and the atmosphere was heavy.

Xi Cheng was dressed in black, wearing a long black windbreaker, standing in front of the tombstone, he looked solemn and dignified, he didn't say a word, his slender figure was like a copy of a painting, there was nothing wrong with it.

Lin Li wiped the tombstone clean, put down a bouquet of flowers and a bottle of wine.

Every year, Xi Cheng would stand quietly for an hour and then leave without saying a word. This year, Lin Li thought it would be the same, but his thin lips suddenly moved, "I'm married."

He stared at the photo on the tombstone, the man in the photo had a handsome and serious face, somewhat similar to him, the inscription on the tombstone: Tomb of my beloved Xi Yaoyang...

"Her name is Xu Yao, and I'll bring it here for you to see when I have time."

Xi Cheng leaned down, opened the wine bottle, got up again and slowly poured a line of wine in front of his stele, "Don't worry, the wrongs you suffered back then will be cleared up soon!"

After the wine was run out, he put the empty bottle in front of the monument, got up and left.

That body is cold and black, like the king of Shura field!
Chill!

majesty!

Walking to the door, I ran into Mr. Xi who happened to come over.

Xi Cheng strode away as if he hadn't seen him.

The old man felt like a stick in his throat, "Xicheng!"

With this sound, he was stopped.

Xi Cheng stopped, and Mr. Xi slowly looked at his back, without the embarrassment of bowing his head first, "Shall we talk?"

Xi Cheng's black eyes showed no emotion, "There's nothing to talk about."

He walked away, got into the car and left.

The old man was in ruins.

"master……"

Old Fang's words were interrupted by his raising his hand, "I know what you want to say, no need."

He walked in and came to Xi Yaoyang's tombstone.

There are obvious traces of being here, Lao Fang please take the empty bottle and get back far behind.

"For so many years, you hate me, don't you?"

Mr. Xi's voice was hoarse and helpless, "It's fine if you hate me, I can't just watch the Xi family disappear like this, Yaoyang, you are innocent, I know..."

He took a deep breath, the murderous aura in the mall disappeared from his face, and the majesty of his body faded away. He is an old father who misses his son. He blames himself, feels guilty, and misses him too.

"15 years, I'll see you again soon, son..."

The old man smiled reassuringly, "Tell me later, do you hate me?"

The moment he turned around, he suddenly froze.

At some point, Xi Cheng stood beside him without saying a word, looking at him indifferently with his cold eyes.

"Xicheng."

The old man Xi greeted him in surprise, and the sarcasm on Xi Cheng's lips was particularly obvious, "Apologize? After all these years, is it because you feel uneasy?"

The Xi Cheng who used to respect and love him seemed to have disappeared after Xi Nian.

His insightful eyes fell on the old man, and he sneered coldly, "Your conscience will not be disturbed, because you still have a good son, you have a grandson... My father is just a short-lived ghost to you!"

The corners of Mr. Xi's mouth twitched when stimulated by these words, "Xi Cheng, I know you hate me for letting their father and son go, but you don't have evidence, where is the evidence?"

"The evidence was burned by you 15 years ago!"

Xi Cheng growled lowly, his eyes were scarlet and sullen, "Do you really think I don't know anything?"

Old man Xi trembled all over, his face was livid.

His shocked expression seemed to agree with what Xi Cheng said.

Xi Cheng said coldly, as if he would lose control if he waited a second longer, "Xu Yao and I are already married, and the wedding will not go ahead as scheduled. You ask Xi Nian to bring you this cup of granddaughter-in-law tea!"

He left indifferently.

This sentence is like telling Mr. Xi that he is no longer his grandson.

Old man Xi's body trembled, he couldn't stand still and took two steps back, but fortunately, Lao Fang supported him in time. He stared at Xi Cheng's back in a daze, his expression painful, and he lost the deep majesty of the past.

He was an old man, a bereaved old man.

Sad, strong and desperate.