Come wear it, come to die

Wangqing was the best with Tong Qianjun since she was a child. In the past, she used to come to Tong's house frequently, no matter how busy Tong Lan was, she would go home occasionally.

However, this is the first time that Wangqing has faced Tong Lan as Tong Chanjun's lover. "A handsome daughter-in-law wants to see her beautiful mother-in-law." Even the big actor who can calmly face millions of fans is a little uneasy.

The three people at the dining table were very quiet. Tong Lan had no expression on her face and her eyes were indifferent until she finished her last bite of food, put down the bowl and chopsticks, glanced at the two people sitting side by side, and exhaled lightly.

"I watched Wangqing grow up. He is a good boy. Since Tongtong likes it, I won't say much."

"Mom, aren't you angry!?" Tong Qianjun's eyes lit up. Don't look at his mother who is always so pleasant. If he rises up, even ten cows can't hold him back. When he went downstairs to cook today, he saw When his mother sits at the dining table drinking milk in sips and looking at him with gloomy eyes, he will know it is over.

Sure enough, after he finished cooking and serving the dishes, his mother put down the glass of milk she had finished drinking, and said: "There are three people in the family, and if you take two sets of bowls and chopsticks, you don't have to worry about putting them away." You are hungry."

Tong Xianjun dared to hate anyone, but he was cowardly to his mother, so he had no choice but to go and call Wang Qing down in desperation.

He didn't know how much Tong Lan knew, but she even used her "heart" with her hands, so she must know everything. If Wangqing is a girl, then it's okay, his mother just opened her eyes and closed her eyes to expose it. But he said man, man... Tong Lan is young, but she has been in the entertainment industry, and she has never seen anything. Her son, who has always been upright and handsome, suddenly played with her.

I didn't expect that now she would expose everything so lightly, and also admitted his relationship with Wangqing.

"If I get angry, you will break up with Wangqing and never communicate with each other again." Tong Lan raised her eyebrows lightly, and took a sip from her water glass.

"of course not."

When she saw her son sitting with Wangqing without hesitation, she knew it in her heart.

She does not discriminate against homosexuals, and many of the celebrities she works with are also homosexuals, but the private life is really hard for her to agree with, so she is also a little hard to accept. She did not expect her son to go on this road one day. Although she was shocked , but he didn't feel angry. He knew his son's character, so even if he was with a man, she would support him.

Hey, looking at Qing with gloomy eyes, Tong Lan sighed softly in her heart, the soft and cute daughter-in-law is gone, um...a handsome daughter-in-law is fine too! ?

Not to mention, the picture of these two boys together is quite eye-catching.

"Aunt Tong, I will treat Xiaojun well and will never leave." Wang Qing held Tong Qianjun's hand with firm eyes.

"Hey, after entering the door of my Tong's house, you still call me aunt."

"Mother Tong."

"Ah."

The reporters outside the house couldn't find what they expected, and finally dispersed. Tong Lan asked her agent to take over the job for herself, and left home the next day, leaving Tong Xianjun and Wangqing to watch the house.

Early in the morning a few days later, Wangqing was picked up by Da Xu to work with a displeased face. This was to make up the cover of the magazine he had put other people’s pigeons on. Tong Qianjun was having breakfast when the bell rang. When he opened the door, he saw An old man with gray hair was standing at the door, wearing a black Tang suit, leaning on an ebony cane with folded hands.

Seeing Mr. Tong Xian who opened the door, his eyes flickered with a little excitement. After all, the old man is a person who has experienced big storms, and the excitement in his heart quickly calmed down.

"Hi, I'm Mo Jiarong."

Looking at the old man who was pretending to be calm, Mr. Tong prayed, the corner of his mouth slightly raised, and said, "Grandpa Mo, please come in."

Although this address was based on politeness, Mr. Mo couldn't help being a little excited when he heard Tong Xianjun call him grandpa. Looking at the gentle and handsome child who looked very much like his own youthful appearance, his eyes became a little hot.

"I'm having breakfast, do you want Grandpa Mo to join us?" Tong Qianjun directly led the old man to the dining table and opened the chair for him.

"Okay, thank you." He didn't have breakfast when he went out, and he was really hungry all the way here.

The breakfast that Mr. Tong prayed for was very simple. The weakly boiled lean meat porridge was paired with pickled spicy dried radishes and a poached egg by the part-time auntie.

Looking at the busy figure in the kitchen, Mr. Mo became more and more satisfied with Mr. Tongqian, and the more he looked at it, the more pleasing to the eye. In the past, whenever his son was at home, he would make breakfast for him with his own hands. He still remembered that every time his son fried poached eggs for him it's all...

"Grandpa Mo uses it lightly."

As the breakfast was served one by one, Mr. Mo looked at the one-sided poached egg, which was fried crisply on the side and the egg yolk in the middle was sweet, and his throat felt a little choked.

"Thank you." Mo Lao thanked him and began to enjoy his breakfast.

The thin porridge is soft and glutinous, full of fragrance, the spicy radish is crisp and refreshing, and the poached eggs are crispy and delicious, full marks.

After the two of them finished their breakfast quietly, Mr. Tong prayed after he packed up the tableware, invited Mr. Mo to sit on the sofa in the living room, made him a cup of green tea, and sat down opposite him.

"I have seen what you said at the press conference. This time, I have nothing else to do but to meet you...and your mother."

"Mom went out to work a few days ago." Tong prayed.

"Really..." Mr. Mo sighed softly. He had been to Tong's house several times before, but reporters were guarding outside, so he had no choice but to return. Today he passed again and found that there were no reporters outside. Just to ring the doorbell.

"After mom comes back, we can make an appointment to have a meal." Although Tong Qianjun didn't have much feeling for this old man, in terms of blood, this old man was his grandfather.

"Okay." Mo Lao's eyes lit up. Ever since he knew the relationship between Tong Lan and Tong Qianjun and the Mo family, he really wanted to chat with them, looking at the young man with a calm expression.

There is a black Jetta parked outside Tong's house. The man in the driver's seat is fully equipped with a black hat, black glasses, and a black mask. He is staring coldly at the room that Mr. Mo entered. The door is afraid that two holes will be stared out.

After a long time, I still haven't seen the old man come out. The man's face showed a bit of ferocity, his hand on the steering wheel was slightly tightened, and he stepped on the accelerator, and the car galloped away like an arrow leaving the string.

Mo Lao stayed at Tong's house until the afternoon before being reluctantly picked up by the driver. Only the two of them knew what Tong Qianjun talked with him.

The phone rang, and Mr. Tong prayed for it. It was Yu Meimei who called. Now that the topic had faded away, and the reporter was useless to stay outside, he asked Mr. Tong if he wanted to pick up the job.

"Sister Meimei, I want to rest at home for another two days." Because soon, he will occupy the headlines in the entertainment circle again.

Yu Meimei: Well, it's only two days. You've been getting lazy lately.

"Ah."

Yu Meimei: You're okay.

"Ah."

Yu Meimei was completely speechless, and angrily hung up the phone of her big star.

Within two days, a group of photos broke out on a Weibo marketing account. In the photos, a man in a white bathrobe was hugged and kissed by a burly middle-aged man in a hotel room. The pair of big fat hair also lifted the hem of the bathrobe, revealing a pair of long legs.

In the dim light of the night, through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the hotel, the face of the man hugged by the middle-aged man gradually turned to the camera. Everyone saw that the intoxicated expression with a smile turned out to be Tong Xianjun! !

This time, the whole Internet exploded once again, and the navy blacks came up one after another, tearing up with Tong Xianjun's fans.

The reporters who had just retreated for a few days surrounded Tong's family again. Yu Meimei was so angry that she almost vomited blood. She hurriedly called Tong Qianjun, but found that the phone couldn't be reached.

"Stinky boy, what time is this, and the phone is turned off!!" Yu Meimei was so angry that she wanted to drop the phone, but the hand holding the phone was blocked by a big warm hand stretched out beside her.

"Don't worry." Da Xu comforted him.

Both of their managers knew the relationship between Tong Xianjun and Wangqing, so of course they knew that the photo was [-]% fake.

"I asked him a few days ago if he wanted to take over the job. He said he had to rest for two days. Brother Xu, do you think he has someone who wants to make trouble with him?" Prayer, but the one who framed people in the dark and did these dirty tricks.

She has been in the entertainment industry for so long, and she has never seen a few popular stars who are more obedient and outstanding than Tong Xianjun, who work hard and earnestly, have a good temper, have no airs, and are handsome...the list goes on and on. is an advantage.

Who did this offend? Previously, the marketing account broke the news that Tong Lan was Xiaosan and Tong Chanjun was the son of the late talented screenwriter Mo Tianhua. She was also on guard. After a press conference, that person disappeared completely. He disappeared without a trace, even if he called the police, he couldn't find anyone, thinking that the other party was using a foreign ip account, and he couldn't even check.

"Use this to call him." Standing beside Wangqing looked like he was not in a hurry, and took out the mobile phone he got recently. This is the latest version of the "Flower" series mobile phone made by the Xu family. Do endorsement.

He now has two mobile phones, one is for daily use, and there is only one number stored in this mobile phone. It is a couple's mobile phone. Gold, there is only one pair of "Peony" out-of-print machines in the world.

Yu Meimei took the phone, and quickly dialed the only number on it, ignoring the peony phone that was blinding her and showing her affection.

It was quickly connected over there, and the voice of Tong Xianjun sounded, a little vague, and there was a "click, click, click" sound.

"Xiaoqinger, I'm so boring at home by myself."

"I'm not your little lover, I'm your big beauty!!" Yu Meimei heard his voice was fine, and her beating heart immediately calmed down, knowing that Mr. Tong prayed that something really happened, and said : "Tong, you know who broke the news, right?"

Mr. Tong prayed with a piece of potato chips in his mouth, the corner of his mouth slightly raised, and said: "I don't know, Miss Meimei, the announcement should be made, the navy should move, the bigger the noise, the better, try to turn the public opinion towards the bad On the other hand, the worse the situation is for me, the better."

"You... what do you mean? You're crazy!!" Yu Meimei was so angry that she wanted to vomit blood.

"He didn't want to destroy me, so let's light the fire again, and the hotter the fire, the better."

"Are you..."

"Shhh, go ahead, do as I want." Tong Xianjun opened his mouth and slid the potato chips in his mouth into his mouth, chewing, and said: "Give the phone to Xiaoqinger."

"Baby." Wang Qing's voice sounded.

"Honey, I love you, you..."

"I'll help you post announcements and check Weibo later."

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