【ABO】Who said AA can't fall in love

"Go into the house, your father wants to kill you."

Saying that, the woman skillfully took Jian Cheng's hand and pulled him inside.

Jane Cheng: "......"

His expression was a little helpless: "Mom, I have grown up..."

"You don't have to hold me anymore."

When Jane's mother walked in front and heard it, she turned back angrily and said:

"Why, you don't need your old lady now, so just leave me alone."

"You forgot who was crying when I was a child and asked me to hold hands every time, and I can do it without holding hands!"

Listening to the black history that was uncovered, Jian Cheng couldn't help but have dark lines all over his face.

"...Mom, this is all in the past."

"What is the past? You feel that you don't need me and your father to care about you when you grow up, but in our eyes, you will always be just a child."

"The older you get, the more positive your ideas are. You move out and your dad and I talk to you, but you don't listen."

"Do you think we don't know what's on your mind?"

"these years...."

"...well, Mom."

"Can I let you hold me?"

Seeing that his mother was going to continue talking, Jian Cheng stopped it in time.

"Hmph, that's about the same."

"A little brat will always be a little brat."

Seeing her precious son obediently stretching out his right hand in front of her, Jian's mother turned from cloudy to sunny.

Entering the house, I saw a burly, dark, strong and handsome muscular man wearing a pink Hello Kitty apron, holding vegetables in one hand and a bottle of Erguotou in the other.

Seeing the two people walking in, he said with a hearty smile, "I'm back, hurry up and try the dishes your father cooked for you."

"I've prepared Erguotou, so we won't get drunk today."

"Hahaha!"

"You bastard! My son is underage, what kind of wine is he drinking?"

"Put it back for me!"

"Oh, Cuilan. You don't understand this. Wine has the function of strengthening the body and dredging the blood. I don't think so..."

"You Jianwei party, who allowed you to call me by this name?"

"My name is Meijing, so if you call me Cuilan in the future, I won't punish you severely."

"Okay, okay, I won't bark in the future, okay..."

"........."

"........."

After Jian Cheng sat down and began to move his chopsticks, half an hour had passed.

The two people in front of them, they will not be too young next year, but they are still so energetic when they quarrel.

"Eldest son, how about trying your dad's cooking?"

"Is it delicious?"

With a flattering expression, Jian's father put a big pig's trotter into Jian Cheng's bowl.

"I know you like it. The pig's trotters I bought specially this morning are delicious!"

Hearing this, Jian Cheng was not polite, and directly picked up the pig's trotter and started to chew it.

"Delicious... um, thanks Dad."

Jane's mother: "Son, how is school doing recently? Are you tired?"

"Your rental house is indeed too crude. Do you need to find another good house for you?"

Jian Cheng shook his head: "No need, Mom."

"I live in a good place, close to the school."

"You and Dad don't have to worry about me, I will take care of myself."

When Jane's mother heard this, she didn't say anything more, she just looked at Dad with a worried expression.

Because Jiancheng didn't come home for a long time, Jian's parents and mother finally looked at their son, putting any delicious food in his bowl.

There are as many dishes in Jiancheng's bowl as there are hills.

Although there are a lot of dishes in the bowl, Jiancheng knows that this is what his parents want for him.

He didn't say anything, but silently ate all the dishes in the bowl.

After eating, Jian's father called Jian Cheng to the yard for a conversation, mainly asking him if he had been slack in exercising recently.

Jane's father is straightforward, he doesn't beat around the bush when he speaks, and has a sense of humor.

The father and son chatted happily.

It wasn't until Jian's mother came over and asked Jian Cheng to go shopping, that the father and son were reluctant to say goodbye.

Before leaving, Jian's father suddenly stopped Jian Cheng.

He looked at the boy who had grown up to such a size with warm eyes and a little relief, and said to Jian Cheng:

"Son, your mother and I are happiest in our life to have such a good boy as you."

"You are good in everything, but you can't get over that hurdle in your heart."

"You want to make atonement to Xiao Ran, and Dad won't stop you."

"I'm also very sad about Xiaoran's death, but are you really sure that Xiaoran will forgive you like this? Xiaoran loves you so much, does he really want to see a strange Jiancheng who has completely closed himself off?" Is it?"

Jian Cheng bowed his head and remained silent.

Finally, Father Jian patted Jian Cheng on the shoulder, "You have to figure it out yourself."

"Go, or your mother will be tired of waiting."

Looking at the back of Jian's father leaving, Jian Cheng's thoughts drifted away.

He knew that what Jane's father said was not unreasonable, and he also knew...but...he couldn't really get rid of it. Tao Ran was killed by himself, and he couldn't enjoy everything now with peace of mind.

He doesn't deserve it at all!

"Son, hurry up!"

"What are you dawdling around for?"

Ms. Meijing is a short-tempered person. The son wore the same clothes last time he came here, and it hasn't changed at all this time.

At first glance, it looked like he had spent tens of dollars to buy cheap goods from street stalls, and he didn't know how to dress himself up.

After this, how can we catch little Omega?

So, Jian's mother forced Jian Cheng to go shopping with her, and bought some new clothes for her son.

Get in the car, and after a while, the driver has already driven to the destination——

The busiest shopping center in City A.

After getting out of the car, Jian's mother took Jian Cheng straight to the men's clothing in the mall.

Looking at the assortment of high-end men's clothing in front of him, Jian Cheng only felt that the fluorescent lights inside were dazzling him.

On the other hand, Ms. Meijing was really happy. Undoubtedly, since they entered, the shopping guide lady kept praising Jane's mother for her temperament and well-maintained.

The shopping guide blushed even more when she saw Jian Cheng, she was a little embarrassed and whispered to Jian's mother:

"This is your son? He is too handsome!"

"A's going to die, but unfortunately I already have a boyfriend, otherwise I would have to chase him!"

"........."

A group of shopping guide girls nearby whispered:

"Look, look! There's a cool, handsome guy in our store!"

"He's so handsome! I'm so overwhelmed by this domineering, cool, tall and cool Alpha, look, his frowning looks really A burst!!"

"I feel that he is not very old, he should still be a student..."

"Huh? That's a little small. I'm ashamed of an old cow eating young grass."

"........."

"........."

After hearing this, Jian Cheng simply chose to ignore it, the noise made his ears hurt.

Seeing Jian's mother happily responding to the compliments from the shopping guides, and smiling from ear to ear, Jian Cheng suddenly saw a familiar figure.

I saw an extremely handsome young man in a neat tuxedo who was following a middle-aged man. He followed the surrounding men in suits in a skillful and old-fashioned way while walking and agreeing.

With an outstanding face, a poised demeanor, and charming peach blossom eyes when he smiles, the slim tuxedo fully reveals his good figure.

The young man tilted his head slightly, and the black gemstone earring on his right ear looked extraordinarily pure and dazzling under the cold fluorescent light.

There is no doubt that it is Lu Anzhao who looks like this and wears such flamboyant earrings.

The middle-aged man closest to Lu Anzhao looks exactly like Lu Anzhao, but the overall feeling of the two people is completely different.

Over the past few days with Lu Anzhao, although this person is a little sick and elusive from time to time, at least he is shining.

The middle-aged man is completely blind, exuding a dead air and gloomy.

While Jian Cheng was still staring at the back of the middle-aged man in a daze, suddenly, the middle-aged man seemed to notice something.

He turned around slowly... Looking back, he met Jian Cheng's eyes.

Even through the heavy gold-rimmed glasses, he still felt a chill, the man's eyes were too gloomy and terrifying...

As if being stared at by a poisonous snake, Jian Cheng had goosebumps all over his body.

As if aware of Jian Cheng's reaction, the man slowly hooked his lips into a smile, a little cold.

At this moment, Lu Anzhao seemed to have sensed the man's reaction, and glanced at Jian Cheng.

Suddenly, Lu Anzhao:? ? ?

"What are you doing, why are you here?"

Lu Anzhao signaled him with his eyes.

Jian Cheng turned his head and glanced at Jian's mother: "Buy clothes."

"What about you?"

"...on business."

Lu Anzhao pointed to the group of people behind him.

After finishing speaking, both of them had an expression of "I understand you".

Pity each other!

At this time, Jian Cheng noticed that the middle-aged man's gaze had left him, and moved to Jian's mother, who was happily picking out clothes for Jian Cheng.

There was a trace of unknown emotion in the man's eyes, which seemed to be filled with hatred.

As expected of Jane's mother, she was once a soldier, and soon felt the hatred in her eyes.

According to Jiancheng's understanding, when she was young, her mother's military rank was one level higher than that of Jian's father. Jian's mother and Jian's father met and fell in love in the army.

She turned her head in confusion——

I was still thinking, who would dare to look at my mother with such eyes?

I don't seem to have offended anyone recently.

When she turned her head to look at the owner with clear eyes, she had to curse in her heart:

...His grandma's is Lu Mingze's dog!

I can run into my son even if I go shopping with him, he is really haunted, like a mangy dog...

Jian's mother looked back angrily with a huge white eye, hum, all the good mood is gone.

"Go, son."

"Let's go to another one!"

As she said that, Jian's mother stepped forward and took her son's arm, and ignored the hype boasted by the shopping guides, but walked straight in front of him.

"Zhang Cuilan."

The middle-aged man gently pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose with his hands, and spoke slowly.