100k Volts Electrocutes You to Death

Father Ye snorted: "I heard that you were attending the Global Economic Summit in Europe a few days ago. Is your body able to handle flying around like this?"

Xing Yuan: "I usually exercise on time, and I recently practiced Sanda with Wenxuan. It's just a flight for more than ten hours, basically it doesn't affect me."

In fact, he was teaching Ye Wenxuan Sanda, although playing it turned into another kind of teaching♂, but there is no need to talk to the old man about this kind of thing.

But even so, Father Ye still stared: "That brat...has learned Sanda yet? With his slender arms and legs, even Shuxue can't beat him!"

So, even if the son has been on TV (although he covered himself like a terrorist), beat an orangutan (it seems to be some kind of scary biochemical monster), and has strange superpowers (the brat didn’t even say hello to his family in advance) , but in the eyes of Ye's father, his son is still a weak art student who is lazy and smelly.

Yes, even though he killed four little monsters with one punch, Father Ye still thinks Marven Ye is a rookie.

As a result, Xing Yuan told him that his son has even learned Sanda now?

Father Ye was a little shocked.

"Xiao Xing." He didn't want to embarrass Xing Yuan anymore, and asked worriedly: "Wenxuan went to work in City B in the past two years, and he didn't often talk about work with his family. You usually get along with him a lot. , What kind of job does that kid do in City B, is it... a dangerous one?"

Xing Yuan glanced at the kitchen: "To tell you the truth, Uncle, Wen Xuan has a high official position now, his identity file is classified as top secret information, and even most of Wen Xuan's colleagues only know the false identity he announced to the public. As for your security concerns..."

He paused: "I think maybe his opponents will be more worried about this problem."

Father Ye: "..."

How does it sound like his son is still a big devil?

But immediately, Father Ye looked at Xing Yuan, his eyes hidden behind the lens were a little sharp: "Although my father is only a teacher, I also know that an ordinary businessman should rarely come into contact with state secrets. But Xiao Xing, you Not only understand, but seem to know well?"

Xing Yuan didn't answer, but turned around and said: "Before we came, Wen Xuan and I actually talked to his boss once, and we both felt that we couldn't keep it a secret from our family, so..."

He took out a dark yellow document bag from the backpack that Ye Wenxuan left on the sofa, unfastened the clasp, put a few pages of paper inside on the table, pressed his two fingers on it, and gently pushed it in the direction of Father Ye .

"Confidentiality agreement." He said softly.

Father Ye's expression became serious. He looked at Mother Ye and son who were still busy in the kitchen, picked up the few pages of documents, and said in a low voice, "Let's go to the study and talk."

In the kitchen, Ye Wenxuan stood absent-mindedly in front of the chopping board, holding up a kitchen knife and making gestures on a radish for a long time, but his mind followed his father and Xing Yuan into the study.

Mother Ye slapped him on the back of the head: "I don't usually open fire to cook, where do you look, and you are not afraid of cutting your hand with a knife."

Marven Ye came back to his senses instantly: "Oh...oh."

Mother Ye also took the time to turn her head to look at the living room: "Hey, the old man took me to the study again, no, I have to talk about him..."

Ye Wenxuan quickly grabbed her: "Mom, don't go, Lao Xing...Xing Yuan and my dad are going to talk about business."

Mother Ye was suspicious: "Huh? What are you guys keeping from me?"

She thought for a while, then clapped her hands and said, "Oh! Could it be that Xiao Xing wants to take this opportunity to come and propose marriage?"

Marven Ye covered his face: "No..."

Mother Ye said affectionately: "Seeing the real person this time, he looks much more handsome than on TV. I heard from Xiaoxue that the child's fans are all over the world. Your dad saw him attend the summit on the news channel two days ago. The presidents of several countries have taken a group photo. This kind of person who does big things, I don’t know why he was tricked into our house by you brat.”

Marven Ye: "...Mom, what's wrong with me, I'm also a person who does great things."

Mother Ye didn't care whether her son was Superman Thunder or not, she and Father Ye's views on this matter were surprisingly consistent - no matter how good his son was, he was still the same Ye Xiaoxuan who was powerless before.

Most parents treat their children with this mentality.

Seeing that there was no one at the door, she waved to Marven Ye and asked him to come over: "You two live together in City B?"

Marven Ye: "Yes, yes."

Mother Ye: "Then what do you usually like to do? Are there any conflicts, conflicts of ideas or something?"

Ye Wenxuan somehow thought of the lightning ball in the bedroom at home, and coughed dryly: "Contradictions... There are still some, the two of us must often need to work together. For ordinary trivial matters, either I let him or he Let me, we are both old men, and we don't usually pay much attention to these things."

Mother Ye: "Speak to your mother?"

Marven Ye: "Uh..."

After a pause, he stumbled and talked to his mother about some trivial things when they got along with each other, and then it went smoothly, and he no longer felt embarrassed, so he told some embarrassing things about Xing Yuan, and the mother and son laughed happily .

Mother Ye looked at the joyful look in his eyes, and suddenly asked, "Are you happy with him?"

Marven Ye bent the corners of his eyes: "Well. He is me..."

—He is my personal sapphire.

But these words were too embarrassing, Marven Ye was too embarrassed to tell others, so he hid the words in his heart, and touched his nose with a little embarrassment: "Mom, you don't object to us."

Mother Ye glanced at him: "I just remembered to ask your mother's opinion now?"

Ye Wenxuan hurriedly smiled: "Hey, I have been secretly observing for several months. Whenever I have free time, I will ask Ersha what is going on in our house. Then I am afraid to ask you directly."

As soon as she mentioned this mother Ye, she thought of the stack of novels under the coffee table, and then thought of the tragic story that she had just read in the morning, and her heart started to freeze.

She grabbed her son's ear: "You two brothers and sisters are here to collect debts from your father and me. You found a boyfriend, and your sister shipped gay novels home. Paying back the books is all tragic love stories. Here you go!" Will mom die watching this comedy? Will she die?!"

Ye Wenxuan: "No, no, no, I won't die, I won't die! Mom, my ears, my ears are going to fall off..."

Mother Ye: "Go and tell your sister, find me a cookie story."

Ye Wenxuan: "Good queen mother! Hurry up and loosen, it's going to fall, it's really going to fall"

When Xing Yuan left his study room, he could still hear Ye Wenxuan and Ye's mother laughing in the kitchen.

The corners of his mouth curled unconsciously, revealing a soft expression.

This smile was caught by Ye's father on the side, and he sighed in his heart, after all, he let go of such a little prejudice.

Forget it, children and grandchildren have their own blessings.

Both his son and daughter-in-law are not mortals, and some of the problems he had struggled with before were nothing after Xing Yuan Kaicheng announced their identities.

May I ask what difficulties and obstacles can't be solved by a flash of lightning?

If so, then two.

Father Ye thought about it, and sure enough, he didn't, so he finally let go.

Anyway, it won't be his brat who suffers.

When eating at noon, Father Ye took out a bottle of good wine that had been hidden for several years, and ordered Ye Shuxue to fetch three wine glasses to drink with Xing Yuan and Zhang Rui.

This is the acquiescence of the identity of the two.

Ye Wenxuan was overjoyed at this change at first, but then felt wrong: "No, Dad, why don't I have a share?"

Father Ye clinked glasses with the other two, and said, "What do you want to drink, little brat? Go drink orange juice with Xiaoxue."

Marven Ye: "I'm almost thirty!"

Father Ye: "Oh."

Father Ye: "I heard that after you drink two cups, there will be thunder, and you must hit ninety-nine and eighty-one shots."

Marven Ye: "..."

Father Ye: "Let the citizens of City W have a good year."

Marven Ye was aggrieved and drank orange juice with his sister.

After the meal, Father Ye took Xing Yuan and Zhang Rui to the study to whisper, Ye Wenxuan also wanted to go, but before he approached the study, Mother Ye caught him and sent him and Ye Shuxue to post Spring Festival couplets and make some odds and ends trivia.

Before I knew it, it was New Year's Eve, the family was sitting around in the living room, and the TV was broadcasting the Spring Festival Gala, and the volume was turned up very loudly.

This is Ye Wenxuan and Xing Yuan's first Spring Festival with their family.

Ye Wenxuan followed Xing Yuan into the kitchen to pick up some fruit, while his family didn't pay attention, he pulled the man and kissed him hastily.

"It's another year." He wrapped his arms around Xing Yuan's neck, pressed against the other's forehead, and pecked lightly with his lips: "Happy New Year, Lao Xing."

The man held the fruit plate in his hand, let him kiss enough, and smiled lowly for a while: "Honey, happy new year."

Marven Ye: "Congratulations, you have been with me for a year and a half."

"En." Xing Yuan finally bowed his head and kissed him back: "It's an honor."

The pointer slowly passed twelve o'clock, and the hosts were cheering in unison on TV. Father Ye rushed his children back to the house to sleep. Zhang Rui and Ye Shuxue held hands, said goodbye to everyone after a while, and went downstairs to go back to their own home up.

Ye Wenxuan and Xing Yuan glanced at each other, avoiding the sneaky eyes of Ye Shuxue and Ye Mu, they also held hands and turned back to the bedroom.

It was Ye Wenxuan's small private room at home. It wasn't too big, but it was well-equipped with a lot of appliances.Ye Wenxuan lives on campus in junior and senior high schools, and the larger bedroom at home is reserved for his second silly sister. From this point of view, Ye Wenxuan really looks like a gift for phone bills.

His single bed definitely couldn't fit two men. Xing Yuan came home to celebrate the new year, and he didn't want to live in a hotel. The two of them decided to move the desk out, and moved a set of sofas from the living room into the bedroom. Implanted together.

Although the height is uneven, it can barely sleep two people.

Mother Ye tidied up the two quilts, and while helping the two make the beds, she said that her son was not allowed to bully "Xiao Xing" to sleep on the sofa.

Ye Wenxuan: You are really my real mother_(:з)∠)_

In the second half of the night, it was indeed a sleeping position huddled together and entangled with each other. With the sporadic snowflakes flying in the wind outside the window, it was quite warm.

Xing Yuan put his arms around Marven Ye: "Is it cold?"

Ye Wenxuan thought he was cold, so he turned up the air conditioner by a few degrees, and said proudly: "Our house doesn't cost money for electricity now, and we can turn it on as much as we want. If it's cold, just tell me, don't be polite to me."

Xing Yuan, who wanted to be emotional: "...Go to sleep with you."

It didn't take long, and the sound of ding dong ding dong came from the mobile phones of both of them at the same time.Ye Wenxuan took a look at his mobile phone, and found that he was pulled into a family WeChat group by his old sister. There were only a few people in it, his parents, his sister and brother-in-law, him and Lao Xing.

Ye Shuxue worked secretly to build the group, and then began to post various photos taken today.

The heavy snow in W city, the snowman at the gate of the community, Ye’s mother who secretly took the red envelope, Ye’s father who pretended not to see his wife stuffing the red envelope, Xing Yuan who looked at the sketch with a serious face, Ye Wenxuan who casually tied a ponytail and rolled up his long legs to eat fruit .

There are also photos of Zhang Rui, Zhang Rui, Zhang Rui, all kinds of Zhang Rui, and Marven Ye and Xing Yuan standing and kissing in the kitchen.

Marven Ye: "Damn it???"

【Dasha: When did you take the sneak shot? ! ! 】

[Dasha: Wait, what's the matter with this nickname! 】

[Youth Snow Maiden: Be cute. jpg]

[Dasha: Suddenly draw the sword. jpg]

[Sister-in-law: red envelope]

[Everyone has received the red envelope from 'Sister-in-Law', this time 'King of Luck' is 'Father Emperor'. 】

【Royal Father: What time is it? Hurry up and go to bed, no fighting pictures. 】

[Empress: Xiaoxue, private chat~]

The new year comes quietly without knowing it.

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[Empress: Is there a high-definition uncensored one? 】

【Youth Snow Maiden: Picture/Picture/Picture/Picture/Picture/Picture/Picture/Video/Video】

Mother Ye hid Father Ye and opened the picture. It was all about the intimate interaction between his son and Xiao Xing, and Mother Ye's heart trembled wildly.

[Empress: Well done. 】

【Mother Empress: Red Envelope】

Father Ye was behind her: "Comrade Liu Nian, why are you sneaking around?"

Mother Ye: "I didn't do anything."

Father Ye said quietly: "I have seen it all."

Mother Ye: "Oh, it's not that I don't have one!"

Father Ye: "You know my WeChat ID, send a copy."

Mother Ye: "..."