[Wen Ye] My boyfriend is Hong Kong black

On the day I met my parents, the weather was particularly good.

I still have things to do in the lab, so I just called Zhongye to make an appointment.

"You know the address of my home," I said relaxedly, "I'll be home right away, and I can just drive there."

It’s amazing to say that Zhong Yuanzhong and I have known each other for eight years.

My parents know him, and my neighbors know him, but despite my efforts, the family is fine, and the neighbors and relatives don't have a good impression of him.

In the early years, when I was still in high school, I was the so-called child of other people's family.

At that time, the middle class was the bottom of the society who didn't study, and it didn't look like the same world as me when walking on the road.

It took me a lot of effort and a long time to convince my parents, who were university professors, to approve me.

From the school lab, I took the tram home and pressed the elevator button.

From the first floor to the 24th floor, I was sending text messages to tell my parents about the favorite dishes when the elevator door opened in front of me.

Before I even raised my head, out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of...something I didn't quite understand.

"Hello? Is it really useful?" The young man in a suit was a little anxious.

Gravitational abilities floated around him, and gift boxes, big and small, with different packaging also floated around him like fireworks, and the picture was a bit nice.

The Chufa man turned his back to me, with a cigarette between his fingertips, and said in a serious voice, "I know, I bought everything I saw, and I haven't forgotten what you said, big sister."

"I've also prepared more than a dozen sets of clothes. I'll ask Qian Ze later. As for cars... aren't sports cars unpopular?"

"I only have sports cars in my garage, wait a minute, and a Rolls-Royce Phantom, okay?"

Perhaps because I was too involved, I walked about ten steps behind him before Chuya noticed me.

The moment he saw me, he coughed lightly and said to the other end of the phone, "Thank you, Miss Hongye, I'll hang up now."

Seeing him hang up the phone, I was angry and funny: "What are you doing?"

Central Plains Chuya looked like he had just arrived home not long ago.

He still has to go to work in the company as usual in the morning. I plan to wait for him to go home and go buy something as a gift together.

Zhong Yuanzhong also took off his hat and rubbed his hair: "I'm going to the company, and Sister Hongye told me to be more formal when meeting parents for the first time..."

"So you made a mountain of presents?" I stood in his gravity field.

Under the touch of his fingertips, I can see a pile of gift boxes, and the one on top is "Senior Meditation Oral Solution".

Me: "..." God, can you give back my boyfriend's lost IQ?

"My parents are university professors," I said faintly, "Zhongye, I have nothing against you, if you insist on sending... Jingxin Oral Liquid."

Mr. Nakahara Nakaya looked at me with his blue eyes.

I looked at him calmly and honestly, hoping that he would understand my concern.

After a while, he became angry from embarrassment: "This is an accident, I didn't choose well just now."

"I'll change my clothes. It's getting late, isn't it? I'll go downstairs and drive in a while."

Seeing him turn back to the apartment, I followed behind slowly with the gift: "It's fine to drive a sports car. My dad likes cars very much, and he also does research."

Zhong also strode into the bedroom and opened the closet with a brush.

Rows of well-matched clothes came into view, and his voice was tense, "That's right, what kind of car does Uncle like, I'll give it to him..."

I tried my best to restrain the urge to help the forehead: "Zhongye, it really doesn't matter, they are all very kind people."

"It's not that you haven't come to my house for dinner."

It was still when I was in high school. Ever since I met Zhong, I often took him home.

We were still friends at that time, although I don’t know what he was busy with every day, but many times, he waited for me at the school gate after I finished my evening self-study.

While chatting, I was the one who carried him home when he was about to collapse from sleepiness.

Thinking about it now, it was not long before he joined the mafia, and it was the busiest time.

Mr. Zhongyuan carefully selected a suit: "That's different."

We were friends then, now we are a couple.

After college, due to the distance, Zhong never came to my house again.

I watched him choose among several suits that were indistinguishable except for the color.

"Actually, you might look better in a denim jacket," I sincerely suggested, "to look more... approachable?"

Mr. Nakahara put aside the hat that never left his body, and muttered something.

He finally followed my advice and dug out shirts and jeans from his neat closet.

He is only 25 and six, so his attire is not childish at all.

My home is about a two-hour drive from Zhongye.

When I got up early to go to the laboratory, I was so sleepy that I fell asleep in the car, and was woken up again, and it was already here.

Zhongyuan Zhong also parked the car, went to the back seat to take out the gift, and held it in his hand.

I also opened the car door and got out of the car, leading him towards home.

"It's almost six o'clock," I glanced at my watch, "this time..."

"Isn't this Qian Ze?"

I looked up and met my neighbor who was going downstairs.

"It's Granny Ono," I nodded politely, "Go downstairs first, I'm here to visit my parents."

Granny Ono is our neighbor across the door. She was a little surprised to see me and the people behind me with an old face.

"This is Chuya," I said naturally, "I'll bring him back to meet my parents."

When I was in high school, Grandma Ono disliked Chuya very much.

Called him a social gangster, mentioned it many times, let me play with her grandson instead of hanging out with Zhong Ye.

Granny Ono paused for a moment, showing some strange eyes: "Oh, it was at that time."

I could feel Chuya's air pressure drop suddenly, and I held his hand comfortingly.

"It was back then," I looked at her, "Chuya is now working in a big company, which is...the one your grandson wants to go in, you know?"

I also accidentally heard from my parents that Zhongye’s company is very famous in the society.

Since Granny Ono's grandson mentioned Chuya's company, he would know what's going on inside and Chuya's situation.

When Granny Ono heard what I said, her face showed uncontrollable surprise, and she was a little embarrassed.

I ignored her and pulled Zhong Ye to walk past her.

Zhong and I stood at the door of my house.

"Are you nervous?" I tilted my head and teased Zhong Ye.

The latter subconsciously raised his hand to press the brim of his hat, but realized that he wasn't wearing it.

"It's nothing to be nervous about," he whispered with sharp eyes, "I'm Chuya of the Central Plains."

If his eyes don't stray, I don't doubt it.

I did not expose Mr. Chuya and knocked on the door.

The gentle and friendly woman opened the door and smiled at us: "Qian Ze is back. This is... Chuya."

The meeting went better than I thought.

Although the nervousness outside made me worried that he would lose the chain, Mr. Nakahara performed very well.

Handing gifts, saying hello, I even wondered in my heart whether he had practiced in advance, with Zhongye's temperament...

It's not impossible.

My parents didn't ask him too much. My mother smiled gently and cooked the dishes that Zhong also liked.

"I remember that when Qian Ze was in high school, Zhong also liked to eat this. I don't know if he still likes it now."

It is rare for Mr. Zhongyuan to show emotions suitable for this age group: "I still like it very much now, thank you auntie."

To be honest, his appearance is definitely a likable type, not vicious at all.

If I judge only by appearance, I would even think he is a well-born young master, not a mafia.

The mother obviously still liked him very much: "Just like it, Qian Ze, come and help serve the dishes."

"Yes Yes."

After dinner, Chuya chatted with my father and said the same thing as me.

My father likes cars, knows how to taste red wine, and can easily find common topics in the middle and middle school.

"If uncle likes it," Zhongya said in a good tone, "I still have some good wine, I hope I can show it to uncle for tasting."

My father shook his head, and said with a smile: "It's not necessary. Zhongye has grown a lot than before, but Qianze is still the same."

What's wrong with the old way, I curled my lips and continued to play games with my legs crossed.

My mother came out with a fruit platter, and ate it in the warm greeting, and then scolded me.

"Qian Ze, why are you still playing games and not accompanying me?"

I was confused and innocent: "He and my father had such a good chat...Do you still need me to accompany you?"

I can understand it and be accepted by my family, but I really don't think so.

Is my status a little too low?

It was close to ten o'clock in the evening.

"It's getting late," the father stood up, "Chuya, you can stay overnight with Qian Ze."

I guess, Zhong Yuanzhong must have never thought about it that way.

He also stood up and politely refused: "No, I'll send Qian Ze over, I..."

"You are welcome," my mother smiled warmly, "the room is ready for you two, please stay."

She's too gentle, and Chuuya isn't very good at rejection, I know.

Mother led the two of us up to the second floor, and opened the door of my house in front of us.

Central Plains Chuya stopped in his footsteps.

I stood behind him and watched this scene with all my leisure.

The mother didn't seem to notice Chuya's stiffness, and said with a smile: "This is Qianze High School's room, Chuya still has an impression, right?"

"You can stay here tonight."

Mother's tone was natural, and between her words, she even seemed to acquiesce that Zhongya and I were in the same room.

I looked at Nakahara Chuya's back more rigidly with amused expression.

"Thank you, auntie," he finally said with difficulty, "I and Qian Ze... thank you."

"Thank you, they are all my own children."

After entering the room, Nakaya went to wash up first. After I finished washing up, I saw him leaning against the head of the bed when I came out.

There was still moisture in Chu's hair, and the young man with sapphire blue eyes seemed to be distracted.

I walked over to him and sat down.

"Didn't expect it to go so smoothly?"

I intentionally asked him maliciously, and Chuya looked at me.

Different from my relaxed expression, he suddenly reached out and rubbed my hair vigorously.

"Hey! Even if you are jealous that I am taller than you, you can't..."

During the fight, Zhongyuan Zhong also relied on his excellent physical fitness to put me under him.

It was useless for me to push hard, but my hands were buckled. I can only feel that the mafia has such high demands on physical fitness.

"Qian Ze, what did you do?" He hugged me and said in a muffled voice.

He's not a fool, how could he not notice the friendly treatment.

Warm breath on my neck, I thought about it.

"Well, I mentioned it a long time ago. It was really troublesome at first," I said, "but you see, it's all worth it."

I want my family to accept Chuya, and I want to give Chuya a good impression of meeting him.

So even though the process was difficult, I am very satisfied with the result and I want to give Mr. Nakahara the best.

Zhong Yuan was silent for a longer time this time before saying, "You can tell me earlier."

Even if it is the blame of my family, I can face it with me.

Rather than today, I saw my family who completely accepted the result and had a good attitude.

After paving the road so well, what else can he do?

"Okay, I will tell you next time." I simply admitted my mistake.

Zhong also choked on my straightforward apology, wanted to say something, but didn't say anything.

"you really…"

This bedroom looks like my high school setup.

When I carried 17-year-old Chuya home for the first time, I never thought of it.

Eight years later, the mature Zhongyuan Zhong will still appear here, but with a completely different identity.

"What am I?" I shamelessly threw the towel to him, and Chuya resignedly wiped my hair.

Normally, he wouldn't indulge me like this, but today's situation is special.

The light at the head of the bed flickered on and off, and the night light hadn't been changed for so many years.

The 16-year-old Takahashi Chizawa used to carry the 17-year-old Nakahara Nakaya on the bed countless times under such lights.

He complained many times about "what on earth is Chuya busy with every day", but he asked him to come home for dinner countless times.

He gave half of his bed to Nakahara Nakaya very early on.

So later, Zhong Yuanzhong also gave him his entire life.

I yawned, and naturally leaned against the pillow behind me to find a comfortable position.

"Zhongye, welcome to my house," I said softly, with a blurred consciousness, "this will be your home from now on."

The hand rubbing my hair paused, and I heard him say "hmm".

Sixteen-year-old Chizawa Takahashi will never know.

Many times in the middle of the night, Zhong Yuanzhong, who was stained with blood in his dream, woke up and opened his eyes, and saw his peaceful sleeping face.

The fall begins.

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