Nouveau riche love story

Shang Hao didn't say anything, first he stuffed his son into the co-pilot, then put the fish into the trunk, and then walked into the car by himself.

Shang Xiaochen is a thin-skinned person, he has never even been discovered by his parents when he was in a relationship, no, he has never been in a relationship at all.

Now that such a thing happened, it was really unbearable. He didn't say a word, and couldn't help but recall the morning when Shang Yunjie was ridiculed, and felt that he probably couldn't stand such a bombardment.

Unexpectedly, Father Shang did not laugh at him, but spoke to him very gently.

"When did this happen?"

"what?"

"When did you and that child Jing'an fall in love?"

The expression on Shang Hao's face is very kind, not at all like a parent who is pressing their children, but like a friend, with concern and a little bit of gossip.

Shang Xiaochen opened his mouth and wanted to deny it, but he didn't know what to say after denying it. If they weren't dating, then what was everything just now?Drunken love?But what's wrong with drinking in the morning?If it wasn't drunk and having sex, then it would be - dating!

In that case, it would be much scarier than a young couple in love who accidentally misfired and was found out by their parents having sex.

"No... just...not long ago." He lied in a stuttering manner, his face flushed very red, anyway, Dad Shang only thought that he was shy and didn't suspect anything.

He nodded and pondered: "I often hear Ruo Shui mention that Jing'an kid, he's pretty good. Although he grew up a little pitiful, he's a good kid after all, and he's practical and stable. I'm very relieved."

"Ah?" Shang Xiaochen's eyes widened, feeling incredible.

"Ah, what, your father doesn't object to you, are you still not happy?"

"No, no." Shang Xiaochen sat stiffly in the car, looking ahead, suddenly the veins on his forehead twitched, as if struck by lightning.

It seems that he accidentally got out of the closet with his own father just now!And his father is quite satisfied with his "boyfriend"!

"Let's go, I'll get you some fish when I get home." Shang Hao told him while starting the car.

"Then, what about Aunt Ruoshui..." Aochen was a little worried last time.

Father Shang patted the smooth bangs on his forehead and said: "I guess it will take a while for her to calm down, but it's okay, if you Aunt Shui is not a rigid person, you should agree with you."

Shang Xiaochen: "..."

The conversation was divided into two parts, Shang Hao took his son and drove away from the community, and Chen Jing'an's house did not stop for a long time.

He took off the ragged clothes on his upper body, took a clean white T-shirt and put it on, silently cleaned up the wine bottles on the ground, and Lin Ruoshui had a place to sit down.

She had never experienced such a thing, and it was actually the first time a big girl got on the sedan chair, and she was ashamed and indignant.But she also felt that this was no different from her own son, and she had to have the aura of the big parents there.

So, first, he slammed the door key in his hand on the table!

The shoulders of Chen Jing'an, who was standing beside him, visibly trembled, most likely because he was frightened.

Lin Ruoshui felt that her drama might have gone too far, after all, she had never raised eyebrows at this child since she was a child, so she quickly softened her attitude.

"I'll pick up the most important ones first."

Chen Jingan swallowed, and said "Mmm".

"Which one of you is attacking and who is receiving?"

Chen Jing'an's gaze shifted from her toes to Lin Ruoshui's face, realizing that she still hadn't concealed her gossiping heart despite her sullen anger, and immediately felt a lot more at ease.

"Auntie, what do you think?" The thick voice came out, already very convincing.

Lin Ruoshui looked at her eight-foot-tall nephew, then thought about Shang Xiaochen, who was a little smaller than him, and bit the corner of her mouth: "Although it looks, but when I came in..."

"Did you know there's a fruit called a navel orange?"

Lin Ruoshui: "..." Huh huh, our good boy can speak yellow accent, so excited!

"Then, didn't you say last time that you are still just friends?"

Chen Jing'an obediently insisted: "Well, we were still friends last time."

Lin Ruoshui poked him with his elbow, and a smile appeared on his face: "Okay, the progress is fast enough."

Chen Jing'an also took a seat on the sofa, and picked up a fruit knife beside him to peel an apple: "Let's not talk about that, I heard from Ji Feiyun that you are with Uncle Shang?"

The topic changed too quickly, and the home court was changed for a while, Lin Ruoshui scratched his head in embarrassment: "Oh, what, why don't we talk about Shang Xiaochen again?"

"Okay" he agreed, just as Lin Ruoshui breathed a sigh of relief, he heard his elder nephew say, "Then when do you plan to marry Shang Xiaochen as a stepmother?"

Lin Ruoshui stroked the hair around her ears, feeling that An An's peeled apple looked a little choked.

"We...we're not that fast." Lin Ruoshui said coyly, and gave her a handkerchief, she might be able to bite into it.

The age of 40 was originally against the law, but this aunt was born young, never married, never had children, not short of money, not suffering, she looks really young and beautiful.

Chen Jing'an: "I heard that on the day Xiaochen came home, Uncle Shang went to see you off, and then he didn't come back. Could it be because you were stuck in traffic and studied all night?"

Lin Ruoshui stared at her elder nephew shyly and embarrassingly, and said after holding back for a long time: "You, why are you so annoying!"

Chen Jingan straightened his expression, took a small plate, cut the apples into small pieces, and inserted toothpicks one by one.

"Why him?"

It's no wonder that Chen Jing'an asked such a question. With Lin Ruoshui's conditions, she couldn't find any man. If she were to find a 35-year-old man now, there would be a lot of people rushing to get her.

Beautiful, rich, charming, gentle, intellectual, and generous, this woman can bear such words.

Lin Ruoshui took out a hand-woven red rope from her wrist and showed it to Chen Jingan.

Chen Jing'an knew about the red string, Lin Ruoshui wove it with red thread several years ago, and Chen Jing'an used a lighter to burn the end of the thread for her.

"Look at this red rope. It's not expensive, but it's soft and caring. Sometimes when you raise your wrist to look at it, you feel in a good mood, as if it's still good. I've seen many men, maybe they have better conditions, like A bracelet made of gold or with diamonds looks so dazzling, and it is still distracting when you wear it on your wrist. Take a look at it from time to time so that it doesn't get dirty, broken, or lost. But the red thread won't, it will always be firmly around the wrist, without any burden, and it will never go out of style."

She said these words to him with a smile on her beautiful face.Shining a satisfied smile that Chen Jingan had never seen before.