remedial plan

Spring Festival 3

"Where are you?" Ling Che spoke for half an hour, but it was dragged into 55 minutes. Ling Che's tone was not very good.

The other end of the phone repeatedly agreed, "Here we are. Just sat down. Grandpa is putting on his coat. He will be there soon."

"It's almost there."

After receiving the report of his little boyfriend's arrival home, Ling Che put his phone back into his trouser pocket with satisfaction, covered his stomach and raised his head to the kitchen where Sister Lin, who was cooking, yelled, "Sister Lin, what time is it? Why aren't you eating? I I'm going crazy with hunger, Miss Lin..."

Ling Suming pushed the reading glasses that had slipped to the tip of his nose with his middle finger, shook the newspaper in his hand, and rattled, "It's not like you don't know that you are having lunch with your Grandpa Ling today, why are you shouting, and he will come later Yes, it’s definitely waiting for his grandson again, it’s like this every time.”

As soon as the words were finished, the doorbell rang loudly. Sister Lin ran to open the door. Standing outside was Ling Suming, followed by a handsome fair-skinned little boy, staring at him intently, eyes full of apology, and the corners of Ling Che's mouth raised.

Ling Suming took the lead in accusing others of dissatisfaction, "It's coming? Why are you so slow? I didn't hear my grandson shouting that he was hungry."

It was rare for Zhou Boxiong to step aside with a good temper. He only saw his grandson so few times a year. Harmony is very important. "Wait for my grandson, the little guy went out late today."

"Isn't it just a grandson? Every year I bring him to show off, I don't think I have a grandson!" Ling Che, who has been abroad for ten years and officially returned to China this year, stood by his side, making Ling Suming very confident, "Who is like you, finally have a grandson It just so happens that his surname is not Zhou."

"...it's not important." Zhou Boxiong defended without confidence

Ling Suming took advantage of the victory and pursued, "Not one of the six granddaughters has married yet. My granddaughter is a little less. Anyway, she married this year. Sometimes quantity is not the key quality is the kingly way."

"Hmph," Zhou Boxiong rolled his eyes, "So what if you get married, it's not that you don't plan to have children, there is actually no difference between being married and not being married."

"At least I got married, there will be hope sooner or later." Thinking of Dink's granddaughter, Ling Suming lacked confidence.

The two old men, whose combined age was nearly 150 years old, glared at each other without showing any weakness.

Ling Che pulled Cheng Chen in and rubbed his head, "Have you eaten in the morning? If I had known that the driver was going out so late, he wouldn't have known how to call me. I'll drive to pick you up."

"It's okay," Cheng Chen answered politely, "I'm here already, it's okay, I'll call next time."

"It's time to eat, hurry up and wash your hands." Sister Lin finished the meal, "Stop staring at the old ones, and stop flirting with the young ones, wash your hands quickly and eat."

"..."

Ling Suming and Zhou Boxiong were terrified by the phrase "Qingqing, me, me". They both turned their heads to look at the two people who were intimate on the sofa, and stepped forward to pull them away at the same time, each family grabbed the grandchildren of each family.

Ling Suming is well aware of his grandson's orientation, and he is worried that what should he do if he sees Zhou's little grandson turning all the way to the end and never coming back?He was worried.

Zhou Boxiong is well aware of the orientation of the grandson of the Ling family, and he is worried that his innocent, cute and straight little grandson will be bent by him accidentally, and he has a frowning face.

The common interests make them look at each other and greet each other tacitly.

"Hehe, it's time to eat, everyone come and eat quickly."

"Yes, yes, yes, eat, eat."

All those surnamed Ling sat on the left side of the table, and those surnamed Zhou and Cheng sat on the right side of the table. Sister Lin took out the bowls and chopsticks, and then stared dumbfounded at the four people sitting separately. Could it be that she was asked to sit at the head of the table? ?This is not so good, although she couldn't help covering her mouth and laughing, she has not won this honor after working here for so many years, to paraphrase a real estate company's words-"This place faces south, and there is absolutely no air convection." Pollution, humidity and temperature are the most suitable.”

Sister Lin took her seat, picked up her job, and chatted about homework, "Has Xiao Chen gone to college this year? Where did she go to college? Are you tired?"

"I..." Cheng Chen opened his mouth, but before he could speak, Zhou Boxiong, who proudly boasted of "showing off his grandson", took the conversation.

"T is big, and my fifth child is in the same school, majoring in financial management. Besides, how can I not be tired in school? Look, my little Chen has lost so much weight, and his chin is pointy." Zhou Boxiong picked up the biggest one in chicken soup. Put the chicken legs into Cheng Chen's bowl, "Come on, Xiao Chen, eat more, you're welcome here, you can eat whatever you want."

Not to be outdone, Ling Suming picked up another chicken leg and put it into Ling Che's bowl, "Eat more, it's all skinny...er, it's all dark." No matter how fleshy the cheeks are, it doesn't look thin.

Ling Che's handsome eyebrows raised slightly, he looked at Cheng Chen who was grilling the rice with his head down, and gave Cheng Chen the chicken legs in the bowl.

Cheng Chen looked up at him, then passed the bowl over with a smile, and quietly ate the chicken leg.

"Snap" the two pairs of chopsticks fell on the table at the same time in the same posture and at the same frequency.

Zhou Boxiong stared at Ling Su Ming: What does your grandson mean?Could it be that he fancy my grandson?

Ling Suming stared back at him: Zhou Boxiong, what do you mean, boy, you would have dared to bring my grandson here if you knew what was going on with my grandson, sincerely let Xiao Che bend over more thoroughly, right?He worriedly picked up the chopsticks scattered on the table.

Zhou Boxiong tried his best to widen his eyes: Tell you, if you dare to bend my grandson, I will never end with you.

Ling Suming flicked his chopsticks: Come on, the duel is over.

Sister Lin threw the chopsticks on the table with a "snap", "What do you want to do after dinner? Eat after dinner. Seventies and eighties are still like children. I am not afraid that Xiaoche and Xiaochen will watch your jokes."

Ling Suming picked up his chopsticks again, and asked slowly, "By the way, Xiao Chen has gone to college, has he got a girlfriend yet?"

Cheng Chen shook his head shyly, "No."

Ling Suming continued his efforts, "Then is there anyone you like?"

Ling Che looked over calmly, with half a smile in his eyes, Cheng Chen blushed, then nodded, and gave a low "hmm".

"Really?" Zhou Boxiong was so surprised that his eyes almost fell out, and he said ecstatically, "Really? The little girl of which family, does she like you? When are you going to confess to her? When are you going to take it home to grandpa?" take a look?"

Even Ling Che looked over with interest, squinting at Cheng Chen from the corner of his eyes.

"..." Cheng Chen lowered his head even more, and said, "His surname is Ling."

"Oh! The surname is Lin. Could it be that she is a relative of Sister Lin?" Probably the elderly people always like to help people as matchmakers. Ling Suming stared at Sister Lin with great interest, "Sister Lin does not have any nieces?" Niece, or your daughter is in T University."

Sister Lin filled the soup and took a sip slowly, "No girl in my relatives is younger than my daughter. My daughter is 29 years old this year. She lives in Japan with her husband and daughter as a family of three," and then smiled slightly, "But I don't mind Daughter cheated."

"..." It seemed that he had thought too much, Ling Suming refocused his eyes on Cheng Chen, "What does the little girl you like look like? How tall is she? How much does she weigh? How old is she?"

Cheng Chen sent the distress signal to Ling Che, who rolled his eyes and put down his chopsticks, "How can someone answer you for asking so many questions in one breath?" Turning to Cheng Chen, "Are you full?"

Cheng Chen nodded and put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hand.

"Very well, let me take you back, so as not to listen to the two old men nagging, let's go."

Ling Che took his coat and bag, and Cheng Chen followed behind and greeted politely, "Grandpa, Grandpa Ling, let's go first." He hurried out without waiting for an answer.

"Wait, hey, Xiaochen..." Both of them had no time to stop them, and they started to glare at each other.

"Old Ling, let me tell you, if your grandson dares to bend my grandson, we will fight." Zhou Boxiong firmly believes in preemptive strikes.

Ling Suming firmly believes that the late comers will prevail, "Hmph, needless to say, we are all dueling now, you must beat my grandson, right?"

"Hmph, you still need to break. Your grandson is always bent. Let's go, duel."

So the two walked into the upholstered room again, and came out within 15 minutes. The two turned their feet into the game room, and the grievances between Jianghu and Jianghu were resolved.

Sister Lin was left on the empty dining table drinking the chicken soup stewed to the essence. After finishing the last bowl of chicken soup, she checked the time and thought in her mind that she would bring them some snacks in about half an hour. After a few bites, she began to regret why she had to cook so many dishes every New Year's Day.

Ling Che brought him into the car, kissed him deeply, and licked the corner of his mouth, "Go home? I want to eat your cooking."

"Isn't sister Lin delicious?" Cheng Chen gasped.

Ling Che rubbed his head, "It's not as good as yours. I haven't rubbed your hair for two days, and my hands are itchy." He pinched Cheng Chen's face with a smirk, "Tell me, who do you like?"

Cheng Chen blinked, "He, a cute little girl with long hair and big eyes!"

Ling Che narrowed his eyes dangerously, and threateningly put his hand on Cheng Chen's waist, "Say, who is it?"

Cheng Chen twisted and twisted, "Ha, ha, it's you, it's you." But the hand on his waist didn't intend to take it off at all, and even tended to stretch it upwards. He backed away in shock, with a "bang" on his head Hitting the glass, I was so painful that I lost my head.

With a long arm, Ling Che hugged him into his arms and rubbed the place where he bumped, "You're so big, why are you always so clumsy." Putting his lips next to Cheng Chen's ear, he exhaled softly, "Cheng Chen, Can you give it to me tonight?"

Cheng Chen blushed, and nodded after a long time.

Ling Che was overjoyed, and forced him to face him face to face, "You don't have to go back on what you said!"

"En." Cheng Chen took a deep breath, then exhaled, and nodded slowly.

Ling Che couldn't wait to let go of Cheng Chen, and then he stepped on the accelerator, and the car drove out at a high speed, leaving only dust flying all over the ground.