Qin Zhiyuan and Qiao Fan

"What does your father do? Isn't he very serious?" Qiao Fan was a little worried, "Will he dislike me?"

"My dad is a university professor, and there are many big people you can't think of are my dad's students." Qin Zhiyuan said, "It's okay, it doesn't matter whether he likes you or not, I'm with you, not with him."

"Well, it doesn't matter who doesn't like me, as long as Uncle Qin likes me." Qiao Fan thought for a while and said, "It doesn't matter if Uncle Qin doesn't like me, anyway, I'm a stalker and I won't let go."

Qin Zhiyuan smiled, cute child.

When the two arrived at Qin Zhiyuan's house with big and small bags, Qiao Fan was shocked. Qin Zhiyuan said, "Your family is really rich. Is this a villa?"

"It was given by my sister and the others." Qin Zhiyuan replied, "The real benefactors of our family are Feng Cheng and Qin Zhiyi."

Qin Zhiyi and his family of three had already arrived. Seeing Qin Zhiyuan and Qiao Fan approaching, Feng Qiaoqiao rushed towards Qiao Fan enthusiastically: "Brother, I miss you so much!"

"Don't you miss uncle?" Qin Zhiyuan knelt down and squeezed the little meatball writhing in Qiao Fan's arms.

"Well, I think." Qiaoqiao turned around and hugged Qin Zhiyuan again, "Uncle is not as good-looking as my brother, so Qiaoqiao thinks about her brother first and then her uncle."

"You little bastard." Qin Zhiyuan stood up.

"Hey, Fanfan is here, come in, come in and sit down." Mother Qin greeted warmly.

"Hello Auntie, Hello Sister, sorry to bother you." Qiao Fan walked in.

"Well, okay, far away, you first ask Fanfan to sit down, and I will go to the kitchen to clean up the vegetables you bought." After speaking, he dragged Qin Zhiyi to the kitchen.Qiaoqiao also went to the kitchen to make trouble.

Qiao Fan was about to go to help in the kitchen, but Qin Zhiyuan held him back and said in a low voice, "Wait a minute, say hello to my father before going."

Qiao Fan turned his head and saw two people coming down from the second floor. Qin Zhiyuan said, "This is my father and my brother-in-law," turning around and introducing: "Dad, this is Qiao Fan, my boyfriend."

"Hello uncle, brother-in-law." Qiao Fan greeted politely.

Qin's father didn't speak, but Feng Cheng greeted him warmly: "Qiao Fan, come and sit down."

Qin Zhiyuan and Qiao Fan followed Father Qin to the sofa and sat down, relatively silent.

Qin Zhiyuan winked at Feng Cheng who was sitting opposite, and Feng Cheng hurriedly said, "Listen to Yiyi and Qiaoqiao, Qiao Fan's cooking is delicious. What's the matter, I'll show you off later."

"It's my first time here, how can I let others cook." Father Qin's voice was very serious.

Feng Cheng smiled, and didn't dare to answer any more. The old man didn't know what to do with his strength.

Qin Zhiyuan brought the bag he just brought, took out a box of tea and two bottles of wine, and said to the two people opposite him, "Dad, this is the tea Qiao Fan bought for you, brother-in-law, this is the wine I bought for you." After putting it on the coffee table, he continued, "This is the money Qiao Fan earned from part-time work. I didn't buy a good one, so don't dislike it."

"It's done when you want it. Qiao Fan is a very good kid. He can take care of both study and work." Feng Cheng quickly smiled and brought the tea to the old man, and then brought the wine to him, "Thank you!"

"Brother-in-law is too polite," Qiao Fan answered quickly, feeling like he was sitting on pins and needles here, "Then uncle, you talk first, I will go to the kitchen to help my aunt and sister cook."

"Well, let's go," Feng Cheng relieved Qiao Fan, "Let me and Dad try your handicraft today."

Qiao Fan gave Feng Cheng a grateful look, and went to the kitchen.

"Zhiyuan, your boy friend is quite restrained." Feng Cheng turned his head to look at the old man after he finished speaking, "I was so scared by our father's dignified and serious expression that I didn't dare to speak."

"Are you serious?" Father Qin said suddenly.

"Yes, Dad, I'll take them home for you to see." Qin Zhiyuan looked at Qin's father, "What do you think of him?"

Qin's father sighed, "You have already made up your mind, the result is the same whether I agree or not."

"Then I also want your permission." Qin Zhiyuan paused, "Don't look at him so seriously, he's too scared to move."

"Yeah, I'm afraid you'll find me wrong as soon as I speak or move." Feng Cheng added.

"Is it that exaggerated?" Qin's father calmed down.

"Yes!" Qin Zhiyuan and Feng Cheng said in unison.

Qin's father smiled, "Two little bastards."

Not long after, a table of sumptuous dishes appeared on the dining table, Qin's mother said to Qin's father: "Old Qin, try it, it's all spoons from Fanfan's hands, so Yiyi and I fought."

"And me, and me," Little Routuanzi climbed onto the dining chair and raised his hands, "Grandpa, I'm helping brother too."

The meal happily ended with Feng Cheng's gags and Qiao Qiao left one brother, another brother.

After dinner, Qin Zhiyuan took out the gifts for Qin's mother and Qin Zhiyi, perfume, a set of skin care products, and a small and exquisite music box for Qiaoqiao, "Qiao Fan bought these for you. "

I was very happy to provoke three, two women and a small meat dumpling.

Returning to his residence and sitting on the sofa, Qiao Fan breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at Qin Zhiyuan, "I said, Uncle Qin, how did you learn how to juggle, how did you not know how to conjure such a thing and return it to me?"

"I bought this in advance, just waiting for you to come to my house that day?" Qin Zhiyuan said, "Why, moved?"

Qiao Fan was really touched, Qin Zhiyuan cared too much for him.

"By the way, Uncle Qin, what is your father's attitude? He is so serious, and I don't understand what it means." Qiao Fan asked.

"He's just a little awkward," Qin Zhiyuan said, "He was expecting me to bring a beautiful girl home, but now it's a young man, he has to take it easy."

Qiao Fan looked out along the balcony of the living room, the curtains were not drawn, and through the glass of the balcony, he could see the bright lights of Wanjia, and he walked to the balcony on a whim.

Qin Zhiyuan followed, hugged Qiao Fan from behind, and asked, "What's the matter, what are you looking at?"

"Look at the lights of Wanjia, look at how beautiful the squares are," Qiao Fan leaned back, "Since I lost my grandma, no one left lights for me anymore."

"No," Qin Zhiyuan said dissatisfied, "Didn't I always leave lights for you?"

"Well, Qin Zhiyuan, if one day I get nervous again and say something about breaking up, please hold me tight and not let go, okay?"

Qin Zhiyuan felt sorry for Qiao Fan's always pretending to be strong.

"Well, I won't let go. As long as you still like me a little bit, I won't let go." Qin Zhiyuan turned Qiao Fan's body and looked at his face. "Qiao Fan, I love you."

Qiao Fan, now your sadness and sorrow are known and comforted.

Someone will give you comfort and hugs from now on.

"Qin Zhiyuan, I love you too." Qiao Fan burst into tears, "If you want to let go that day, I will definitely not let go."

Meeting Qin Zhiyuan was the luckiest and happiest thing in Qiao Fan's life.