The king of the wind and the clouds does not see the king

When I found out, I confessed to him that the love between Zhanlu and I really only started recently. "

"Have you been unrequitedly in love with me for a long time?"

Han Yue stared at Zhan Luyao's interjection, and seeing his mother's anger subside a little, he said again: "I'm gay, I found out a long time ago, I don't want you to be disappointed, so I kept it a secret. "

The author has something to say: there is another chapter tonight~~

☆、Special episode 8: The so-called king does not see the king [-] End

Zhan Luyao followed suit.

"Mom, you also know that sometimes the closer you are to someone, the less you dare to tell the truth. On the contrary, it will be less psychologically burdensome to confess to outsiders. In fact, Xiaoyue has been in pain all these years, and he dare not come back to face us. Everyone, even considered suicide, and then I decided to accept him—although this society is still full of rejection for same-sex | love, but if even his family abandons him, then he will definitely not be able to survive.”

The faces of the parents changed, and they looked at Han Yue nervously together. Han Yue was in distress - he never thought of committing suicide, and this lie was too big.

Feng Zheng hurriedly asked Zhan Luyao.

"Are you sympathizing with your brother by doing this?"

"How could it be? Mom, I grew up with Xiaoyue, so I can tell the difference between sympathy and sympathy."

Zhan Shiying also couldn't help asking: "Then you are also of the same sex..."

"No, Dad, I just like Xiao Yue."

"You brat, did you force your brother?"

"Of course not. We like each other, and Dad, you are all to blame for this matter. If you didn't force us to live together, how could our relationship develop so fast?"

Unexpectedly, in the end, the problem was pushed on him!

Seeing the displeased eyes cast by his wife, Zhan Shiying became anxious, and shouted at Zhan Luyao: "I hope you brothers get along in harmony, and I didn't let you... let you mess around!"

"It's all the same. In short, you are also the catalyst in this matter."

Zhan Luyao didn't give his father a chance to defend himself, and continued, "And don't you think that your two sons are so good that it's hard to find a suitable girl? Why don't you settle it yourself."

He stretched out his hand again while talking, and hugged Han Yue by the waist as before, but Han Yue pushed him away coldly, watching their interaction, Feng Zheng sighed and said, "Get up, it's not a big deal, And keep kneeling."

Hearing that his mother let go, Zhan Luyao was overjoyed, and immediately pulled Han Yue to stand up, and said with a smile, "Mom, you agreed?"

"What time did I object to what you did?"

Feng Zheng said: "But this road is not easy to walk, and you are public figures, so think clearly, if this matter is exposed, it may be difficult for you to hang out in the entertainment industry."

"We've all considered this. If it doesn't work, we can stick to our old profession. Xiaoyue can continue to study biology, and I can also help my father manage the family business. I won't starve to death."

"Stinky boy, if you don't do your job well, and you still want to take care of your family business, I won't give it to you if I give it to Xiaoyue."

"They're all the same, what's his is mine."

Zhan Luyao put his hand on Han Yue's shoulder, and said: "In a few years, when our relationship is stable, we will ask the surrogate mother to help. In this case, parents, you don't have to worry about not being able to hold your grandson, let alone marrying him." When a daughter-in-law comes back, I still have to look at their faces, and we two will honor you well, look, everything is so happy."

"The planning is quite decent. Let me tell you, Xiaoyue is not your former girlfriend. If you are new enough, you will break up. If you dare to do that, you will never step into Zhan's house in the future."

"That's just a joke, how can you compare with Xiao Yue? Don't worry, I won't do that to my younger brother."

Zhan Luyao's swearing speech finally won the trust of the two elders. Feng Zheng is a straightforward person. Seeing that the matter is a foregone conclusion, she stopped talking and said: "Your grandpa is here, we have to go back and clean up. Also get ready, see where you are going to eat tonight, and call me later."

"Okay mom, keep it in a way that satisfies you."

After sending his parents away, Zhan Luyao closed the door, let out a long breath, and said with a smile: "I regained the feeling of facing the camera for the first time."

Han Yue didn't speak, but hugged him gently from behind, put his chin on his neck, and said, "Thank you."

"I've said so many words, half of my brain cells have been killed, so I just say thank you."

Han Yue smiled, bit his neck, and asked, "Then what gift do you want?"

"At least let me play a few games."

"It turns out that you need to 'let'."

Han Yue started to challenge his bottom line again, Zhan Luyao sneered.

"Why do people suspect me first when there is a problem? They don't know that someone is a crab, does the meat grow in it?"

Han Yue didn't speak, and continued to kiss and suck passionately. Zhan Luyao turned around, kissed his lips directly, and said with a smile: "You haven't said it just now, how long have you been secretly in love with me?"

"No."

"I still refuse to admit it, and I took our group photo to show off to my grandpa."

"No, it was my grandfather who insisted on seeing it, and I had no choice but to pass it on."

"Then you said that you went to America on purpose to avoid me?"

"No."

"Can you say anything other than 'no'?"

Han Yue backed away a little and stared at Zhan Luyao seriously. Zhan Luyao narrowed his eyes slightly, lazily and full of temptation. He reached out and stroked along the contour of Zhan Luyao's cheek. After so many years, in his heart, Zhan Luyao Lu Yao's appearance has never changed, maybe it will not change in the future, he will always be the most important person to him.

"I love you, Zhanlu."

The happy time is always short, and the vacation of the two of them will soon end. Feng San also returned to the United States after staying for a few days. If you don't care about the brothers and business over there, you have to think about it again, but judging from his tone, it's only a matter of time before the fallen leaves return to their roots.

In the morning, Zhan Luyao and Han Yue received work contacts respectively. The two had breakfast, changed into their coats, and were ready to set off—Han Yue was going to shoot the location of a fashion magazine, while Zhan Luyao went to the company to sign an advertising contract.

"I hit the tie." Seeing the dark blue tie Han Yue wore today, Zhan Luyao smiled.

Han Yue looked at Zhan Luyao's blue tie from the Hass brand series, and asked, "Do you want another one?"

"No, let those reporters rack their brains to guess." Zhan Luyao stepped forward to help Han Yue straighten his tie, and suddenly said, "There is something I haven't told you."

"Is it because you pushed me downstairs when I was a child? I know you just want to play with me, and I didn't care."

"Really?" Zhan Luyao raised his eyebrows, "But you never told me you didn't care."

"Because I don't care, I don't think to say anything at all."

Well, it was his fault, and he forgot to reason his logical thoughts forward based on Han Yue's conclusion.

"Thank you for not caring. At that time, I thought that my mother's kung fu is so good, and you must be very good. I wanted to try you, but I didn't expect... Since you don't care, it would be the best, but what I want to tell you is- —I lied to you about something else, too."

"You should say that you haven't lied to me about anything."

"This one is more important."

"Have you ever been married? Have children? Or are you in love with someone else?"

"God, why do you always like to think things so complicated?"

"Because the setting of the novel is like this-when the protagonist confesses the problem with a serious expression like yours, the problem is usually very serious."

To his goddamn novels.

"Then you have to thank reality for being simpler than your crazy novels. The truth is—I'm actually not your brother."

"You mean—you're not Daddy's kid?"

Zhan Luyao put his hand on his forehead and decided to make a quick decision, otherwise the topic would go further and further away.

"I lied to you when we first met. In fact, my birthday is a week later than yours, so you are the brother."

Zhan Luyao shrugged, "At that time, I wanted to overwhelm you in terms of momentum, so I just talked about it. You also know that Dad is an idiot in life, and Mom is careless. They probably think that I am older than you."

"Oh……"

"What's your reaction?"

"It's the reaction I'm used to after being cheated too many times."

Han Yue's calm answer amused Zhan Luyao, and he grabbed his tie and moved forward.

"Let's go, go to work."

The two left home together, took the elevator together, walked out of the apartment together, and separated at the door. Han Yue went to the motorcycle parking space. After walking a few steps, he was stopped by Zhan Luyao. He turned his head and saw something thrown come over.

He reached out to catch it, but it was an antique pocket watch necklace.

Zhan Luyao put his hands in the pockets of his trousers and said casually: "I bought this a long time ago. I wanted to give it to you, but I couldn't find a chance."

Inexplicably, Han Yue's mind flashed the figure of Zhan Luyao hurriedly looking for him in the airport.

"Did you go to the airport the day I went to America?"

"What are you talking about? I don't understand, bye."

Zhan Luyao had an inexplicable expression on his face. After speaking, he turned around and left. Han Yue watched his back and suddenly smiled. He put the pocket watch necklace around his neck and turned to leave.

The two walked towards each other, and the distance between them became farther and farther. Of course, this is just an appearance. The so-called king does not see the king, probably only exists in the appearance.

End of this article

The author has something to say: Tomorrow, the story of the two brothers' childhood will be serialized - how did the little devil and the little monster meet~~

☆、The Encounter in That Year 1

Before getting acquainted with Zhan Luyao, Han Yue's life has always been very dull.

Han Yue was born in a single-parent family. He is very unfamiliar with the term father. As long as he can remember, he only remembers his mother.

Regarding her failed marriage, her mother, Feng Zheng, did not hide anything from her son, so Han Yue knew from a very young age that his father was addicted to alcohol and gambling, had no formal job, and asked his mother for money every day when he came home. Such a scumbag is very popular with women, so the mother broke up with the father when she was pregnant with him in a fit of anger.

Yes, it was a breakup, not a divorce, because her mother escaped from marriage with her father at that time, but she didn't mention anything about her mother's experience before she escaped from marriage.

Feng Zheng has a high degree of education, but most companies don’t value highly educated women. They only want an employee who pays the lowest commission but can use it to the maximum. A single mother with children is completely at a disadvantage in job hunting Therefore, Feng Zheng can only do some service industries that do not have strict requirements on working hours.

Han Yue followed his mother to various restaurants since he was a child. When his mother was doing work, he would play alone in the corner behind the restaurant. The walls, tables, chairs, tableware, and even a piece of wood were his playmates. When he was happy, he would even forget about being hungry. In this regard, his existence did not burden his mother at all.

But facing such a well-behaved child, Feng Zheng was not happy at all. After seeing Han Yue talking to himself against a wooden stool, she became cruel and sent her son to kindergarten, and the tuition fee was still paid. Very expensive kind of kindergarten.

But such an approach, apart from helping Han Yue learn knowledge, did not change his character. Compared with playing with other children, he prefers to chat with flowers, plants or even a basin of water.

These behaviors seemed to others to be possessed by evil spirits. Other children called him a monster behind his back, and some parents even went to the kindergarten to complain, saying that he was insane, and he didn’t want their children to be confused with the insane all day long.

In the face of such complaints, the kindergarten teachers are also very troubled, because in their opinion, Han Yue is better than most other children in taking care of them except that he is a little autistic. In private, they even hope that all children are like Han Yue. With Han Yue like this, their work will be much easier.

But this is just a private thought, so on the surface they still need to invite Feng Zheng to communicate.

So the baton was passed to Feng Zheng in this way. After listening to the teachers' euphemistic reminders, when she returned home, she called Han Yue in front of her and had the following conversation with him.

"Son, can you see ghosts?"

"What is a ghost?"

Feng Zheng drooped both hands in front of his chest, pretending to stick out his tongue.

"Is that as pretty as mom?"

"It should be the uglier kind."

"Then I haven't seen it."

"Then why do you always talk to the mirror or the wall?"

"is it not OK?"

Feng Zheng scratched his head, "I can't say no, but it would be very strange, you see there are many children around you, why do you like to talk to yourself instead of playing with them?"

"Then why does mom like to eat chili peppers but not green peppers?"

Feng Zheng scratched her head again. She was born in a famous Yale school, but she couldn't answer her son's question.

But at least one thing she was sure of - her son was not only mentally healthy, but also had a high IQ, haha, this was very similar to her, so there was no problem.

With this pride in mind, Feng Zheng ended the conversation and decided to herd the sheep and let his son grow up naturally.

But Han Yue was dissatisfied with the end of the conversation, and followed behind his mother and asked, "Mom, what is a ghost?"

"Didn't I tell you just now?"

"Where is that ghost?"

"Mom doesn't know where the ghosts are, because there are no ghosts in this world."

"Then why does my mother ask me if I've seen a ghost?"

Feng Zheng regretted talking about ghosts with her son. In order to explain simply and directly, she dug out her book collection and threw it to her son.

"It's very clear in this book, you can read it for yourself."

Therefore, Han Yue, who had just passed the three-year-old threshold, got his first book in his life—Strange Tales from a Liaozhai Studio.

For a long time afterwards, the kindergarten teachers were amazed by Han Yue's reading ability. If they used to regard Han Yue as a freak, now Han Yue is a child prodigy in their eyes. It's all weird, isn't it?

"Han Yue, can you understand this book?"

In the eyes of teachers, even the lower grades of elementary school students may not be able to understand books like Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio.

"Yes, there are pictures."

There are many illustrations in the book, which provide great convenience for Han Yue's reading comprehension. It is not a big problem for him to read or not. He usually communicates with things through feeling, so in his eyes, words are the same as one side. Like a mirror or a piece of wood, there is no essential difference.

The teacher misunderstood what Han Yue meant, and in her opinion, Han Yue was simply the child prodigy among child prodigies. When she got excited, she took Han Yue to the kindergarten's library and said, "You can read the books here as you like. "

The library was filled with various types of books, and Han Yue was dazzled. He stood on tiptoe and 'dragged' the next book from the bookshelf. When he saw that the book was full of pictures, his eyes lit up immediately.

If it is said that Strange Tales from a Liaozhai Studio opened the door to Han Yue's new world, then comics have formed an indissoluble bond with him since then.

Although in the eyes of most people, Han Yue, who is out of gregarious, withdrawn, and even autistic, is a very strange child, but compared to talking to himself, it is easier to accept him reading a book alone. Those so-called The bullying incident did not happen to him, because his sense of existence was too weak.

During the winter and summer vacations, Han Yue was still the same as before, playing behind the restaurant where his mother worked. As he read more and more books, the number of times he talked to himself began to decrease, but he was still a quiet child with a weak sense of existence. , This kind of life continued until a certain day just after his sixth birthday.

It was a rainy weekend that night. After the restaurant was closed, his mother drove him home in a dilapidated second-hand car. He sat in the passenger seat and read Dragon Ball comics. Feng Zheng suddenly said, "Son, I met you tonight." Crazy."

"Then did you send him to see a doctor?" Han Yue asked calmly after flipping through a page of comics.

"As expected of my son, as I thought." As encouragement, Feng Zheng stretched out his hand and rubbed his son's head, "I told him that too, but under normal circumstances, neurotics don't think they are neurotics."

"It's called blindness."

"It's 'terminally ill', son, tell me, your mother broke up with the scumbag and raised you alone, and never cried. He is a big man, divorced for more than a year, but he ran under the tree in the park on a rainy day Crying, is it crazy?"

Han Yue raised his head.

"Mom, I think he may not be crazy, but a little low IQ, low IQ, and was struck by lightning."

"That's right, you know that the place where my mother is resting just faces the park. Seeing him crying all the time, I couldn't help but go over to comfort him. Who knows that kindness will not be rewarded. He scolded me for meddling in my own business, and said he was in pain. Others can't understand it at all, crazy."

"Then did you hit him?"

"No, usually I don't fight people who are weaker than me."

"Mom, is it because I'm weak that you don't hit me?"

"How can you be weak? You just go to the hospital more often. You know that it is not easy to run a children's hospital now, so we have to help appropriately."

"Oh, what happened after that?"

"Later I said to him—then please stay under the tree, and you will get what you want, but in fact I don't want him to die. You know, my mother often goes to the park to rest. If there is a murder case, you will feel uncomfortable if you go there."

"Then pray that Grandpa Lei won't hack him."

"Let's pray together."

☆、The Encounter in That Year 2

I don’t know if the prayers of the mother and son have worked. Not only did Feng Zheng’s insanity not be killed, but he also appeared in the restaurant alive and kicking the next day, asking other waiters about Feng Zheng’s affairs.

Han Yue was not very clear about the specific situation, he only remembered that for a long time afterwards, every time he went to a restaurant, he would see psychosis.

Crazy doesn't look like crazy, at least in Han Yue's view, he is a rich crazy at most, the man's speech and behavior are very elegant, and he is very patient when talking to him, and he often sends flowers to his mother, he only found out later It turned out that the psychopath was pursuing his mother.

One night, after eating, Feng Zheng called Han Yue to him, and the two sat face to face across the table and had a heart-to-heart conversation.

"Son, do you think you're crazy... How about that man named Zhan Shiying?"

"Uncle Zhan? He is very nice."

"Being friends is not bad, but dating is another matter. Today he proposed to me to date on the premise of getting married. I was hesitating whether to agree. I heard that he is quite rich. If you get married, you don't have to worry about the economy anymore." problem, but I am afraid that he will treat you badly."

For a long time, Han Yue's way of thinking was different from that of normal children. Feng Zheng was also used to asking for his opinion on everything. In addition, Feng Zheng was not very popular with men. There were many people who pursued her, but most of them were lovers. The playful and playful kind may be because she is too beautiful, so when the man first met, he had the idea of ​​pure play.

"But if you don't date him, how do you know what kind of person he is?"

Han Yue said: "And if you don't have money, you must be a good person? Mom, those few people you dated before have no money, and they are not good people."

Feng Zheng was speechless.

"I think Uncle Zhan is a good person. Last time he took me out to play, he saw a kitten was injured and sent it to the pet hospital. Anyone who loves small animals is not a bad person."

"Maybe he did it on purpose for you to see."

"But Mom, those few people you used to date didn't even show me."

"Son, can you stop exposing my scars every time?"

"Oh, sorry."

"It's okay, anyway, mom is used to meeting scumbags, why don't you go on a date? Son, where do you want to go?"

"Mom, why do you ask me where you go on a date?"

"Of course I want to take you with me. I'm going to observe his attitude towards you again. Also, I heard that he also has a six-year-old child. He is a difficult young master. I want to see if you two get along with each other." Get along well, son, do you understand that I am afraid that you will be bullied? Well, then it is decided like this, we will go to the aquarium on the day off."

In the end, Han Yue didn't understand why his mother had to worry about him getting along with the other child's children when he was thinking about getting married, and... from the beginning to the end, he didn't mention the word "sea aquarium".

In this way, on the day when his mother was dating Uncle Zhan, who later became his stepfather, Han Yue met the legendary young master who was very difficult to get along with.

It's completely different from what my mother said, the young master is very delicate and cute, with a little fat face, slightly curly hair, coupled with cute children's clothing, just like a small fashion model in a magazine.

At that time, Zhan Luyao was taller than Han, and he was as cute as an angel when he smiled. Seeing him, Han Yue noticed for the first time that he was different from other children of the same age.

Without any introduction from both parents, the child took the initiative to run up to them and said to Feng Zheng eloquently, "Hello, Auntie, my name is Zhan Luyao."

"Zhan Luyao? Is it Zhan Lu of the Zhan Lu Sword?"

"I don't think so, but I like that you call me that, auntie." After he finished speaking, he tilted his head and looked at Han Yue again, "You are Xiao Yue, right? Hello, I often hear my father mention you, he said you are very sensible and obedient , let me learn from you, now, this is for you."

The child took out a box from his small backpack and handed it to Han Yue. Han Yue looked at his mother. After getting his mother's permission, he took the box and opened it, and saw a small antique pocket watch necklace inside.

Feng Zheng waved his hands repeatedly when he saw it, saying that it was too expensive to accept, but Zhan Shiying stopped her.

"The child bought it for Xiao Yue with his own pocket money. You don't have to worry about it. This child usually has no friends. He is very happy to see Xiao Yue."

When he said this, Feng Zheng couldn't hold on any longer, and hurriedly asked Han Yue to thank him. Zhan Luyao twisted his clothes and blushed, and then looked at Han Yue with big eyes, "Did you prepare a gift for me?" expression.

The disadvantage of being alone for a long time is that Han Yue is not good at communicating with outsiders. He was stunned for a moment before he understood Zhan Luyao's meaning from his mother's hint. He dug out his pockets and found a few Qiduo circles in the shape of Dragon Balls. It was his favorite cartoon character, and he usually played alone, so when he saw friends of the same age, he excitedly gave them away.

"Thank you."

Zhan Luyao's expression also became strange when he saw those oddly shaped Qiduo circles, but he accepted it politely, and took Han Yue's hand, saying, "I'm six years old, how about you?" ?”

"Six years old."

"When is your birthday?"

"September tenth."

"I'm number three, just a week older than you, so you can call me brother from now on."

Zhan Luyao took Han Yue's hand and ran into the Aquarium, saying, "Let's go play together, what do you want to see, I'll take you there."

Seeing the two children running back and forth in front of the big glass wall hand in hand, and whispering to each other from time to time, Feng Zheng felt relieved and walked slowly behind Zhan Shiying, thinking that maybe this time she I didn't choose the wrong person, and I can settle down with my son.

If she could hear the conversation between the two children at this moment, she might not think so.

Han Yue came to the aquarium for the first time, and he was dazzled by the strange and strange underwater world. He leaned on a large glass plate and went to look inside. He happened to see a dolphin spitting bubbles at him.

"Have you never seen a dolphin?" Zhan Luyao asked beside him.

"Yes, in the book."

"Your family is so poor that you can't even afford a TV."

Provocative words, although Han Yue didn't often communicate with outsiders, but he could hear the other party's unkind tone, he couldn't help but stare at him.

Zhan Luyao pursed his lips, and said disdainfully: "You country bumpkin, thank my father quickly, without my father, you wouldn't even be able to come to the aquarium."

"No!"

"I asked about you. I heard that you were called a little monster in kindergarten."

Zhan Luyao took out the Qiduo ring that Han Yue gave him just now, and pushed it to him, "Give it back to you, I don't want monster things, they look rotten, only you poor people can be treasures."

Han Yue blushed with anger, and it took him a long time to think of a rebuttal, but before he could say it, he was interrupted, and Zhan Luyao pulled his clothes again, saying: "Your clothes are so old, and you don't have any money. Do you want to buy a new one? Go ask my dad, my dad will buy it for you, anyway, you are with him because of his money."

Han Yue is not good at arguing with others, so when he was angry, what he did was to grab Zhan Luyao's shoulder and push forward, Zhan Luyao was smoothly pushed to the ground, and the Qiduo circle in his hand was scattered one place.

The quarrel alarmed the adults behind, Feng Zheng ran over, and seeing her son's flushed cheeks, she hurriedly asked, "What's going on?"

Han Yue gritted his teeth tightly and did not speak. Zhan Shiying went to help Zhan Luyao up, went to pick up Qi Duo laps, and reprimanded him, "Why did you start arguing after playing well?"

"I'm sorry, Auntie," Zhan Luyao helped his father pick up Qiduo circles, and said to Feng Zheng with red eyes, "I didn't mean to break Xiaoyue's toys, I just wanted to play with him, don't be angry."

"never……"

Han Yue's words were interrupted, Feng Zheng said to him seriously: "Don't apologize to Zhan Lu yet."

Han Yue looked at Zhan Luyao, and Zhan Luyao's tears had already flowed down. He took the initiative to hold his hand and said, "I'm sorry Xiaoyue, don't be angry, let's play together, shall we?"

"sorry."

It was the first time in Han Yue's life that he apologized to someone against his will, and it was also the first time that he understood that the little devil in the comics really existed.

☆、The Encounter in That Year 3

With such an experience, the following lunch was also very unpleasant, because Zhan Shiying booked a seat in a very high-end western restaurant to entertain them for no reason. For Han Yue who had never been in a high-end restaurant, Undoubtedly very oppressive.

Children are very sensitive in this regard. After entering the restaurant, Han Yue noticed the surprised and disdainful eyes from around. The people who came to eat here were all in suits and dresses, while he and his mother were in ordinary casual clothes. Zhan Luyao also deliberately listened to him and laughed at him saying that they were country bumpkins, so Han Yue became even more timid. If he hadn't held his mother's hand, he might have turned around and ran away.

Sensing his son's shrinking, Feng Zheng patted him on the back to signal him to calm down. Zhan Shiying probably also sensed the embarrassment of their mother and son. After sitting down, the waiter brought the menu, and he immediately asked in a low voice if there was a Chinese version.

The waiter looked embarrassed, but it was Feng Zheng who helped him out, took the menu from him, flipped through it and said, "Don't worry, I can understand it."

For the rest of his life, Han Yue will never forget the shocked expressions Zhan Shiying, the waiter and the nearby guests showed when his mother ordered in proficient American English. At that moment, his mother looked like a legend in comics. The inferiority complex in my heart was swept away, and I felt that there was nothing special here.

When the dishes came, his mother helped him set the knife and fork, and said, "Don't be nervous, just eat like at home."

So Han Yue picked up the knife and fork in the way his mother taught him, and ate slowly according to the etiquette of eating western food. On the way, he saw the little devil's angelic face full of surprise, which made him feel a certain feeling After many years, he recalled it and realized that it was a child's vanity - if he wanted to win Zhan Luyao's love, he must first win his respect.

The meal was very delicate, Zhan Shiying seemed to feel Feng Zheng's displeasure, and kept looking for topics to talk about during the meal, Feng Zheng just responded lightly, and after eating, she asked Han Yue.

"Son, is it delicious?"

Han Yue looked at the two father and son sitting opposite, and asked, "Can you tell the truth?"

"of course can."

"Mom, let's not come here in the future. I think the western food you cook is delicious."

"good."

Feng Zheng patted his son on the shoulder as a reward, and then said to Zhan Shiying: "Mr. Zhan, you heard it all, although I don't mind coming to this kind of high-end restaurant for dinner, my son and I still prefer to eat on the road." Bian Tan, thank you for your hospitality today, but I don't think we will meet again in the future."

She stood up, put the antique pocket watch that Zhan Luyao gave Han Yue and the meal fee for two people on the table, took Han Yue's hand and left, halfway Han Yue looked back deliberately, and saw that The father and son, a senior and a junior, were still sitting in their seats, and their expressions can be summed up in four words - dumbfounded.

So he made a movement that is unimaginable even now when he thinks about it—covering his lower eyelids with his hands, sticking out his tongue, and making a big grimace at Zhan Luyao.

After leaving the restaurant and sitting in the car on the way back, he asked his mother.

"Mom, are you really not going to associate with Uncle Zhan anymore?"

"Yes." Driving the car, Feng Zheng said calmly: "He looks down on me, I don't care, but I can't bear to make my son unhappy."

In fact, he was not unhappy, but he didn't get along well with the little devil, and he was a little nervous when he first entered the restaurant, but after seeing the little devil's expression like swallowing a duck egg, his unhappiness and nervousness turned into Proud.

"But Uncle Zhan is rich and kind. If you dump him, you may not meet such a person next time."

"Tch, being rich is nothing. If I had done it for money, I wouldn't have escaped marriage back then."

"Mom, were you rich before?"

Feng Zheng smiled, and didn't answer his son's question, but said: "Xiao Yue, remember, it doesn't matter what kind of occasion you go to or what kind of clothes you wear. respect, we must first have self-confidence."

"it is good."

Han Yue turned around, leaned on the back of the chair and looked back, thinking with regret that he would never see that little devil again.

The little devil is very bad, but every time he sees him deflated, he will feel so happy again.

Maybe mom was right—what is bullying the weak?Defeating someone who is stronger than you is the thrill of victory.

Han Yue's worry was unfounded, the next day he saw Uncle Zhan and his little devil son again, Uncle Zhan came to apologize to Feng Zheng, and the little devil came to complain to him.

The little devil is wearing an apricot yellow casual hoodie today, with his hands in the front pockets of the clothes, and the hat is half over his head, revealing slightly curly bangs. At that time, Han Yue was sitting in the staff rest area next to the restaurant reading comics. Looking up, I saw the cute and bursting smiles of the little devil.

Han Yue couldn't help tilting his head to look at the back of his buttocks, thinking that it was simply unscientific that he didn't have the devil's exclusive arrow tail.

"Dad hit me yesterday because I helped him choose that restaurant."

The little devil rolled up his sleeves and showed him that there were red fingerprints on it, and his nose was also red. I don't know if it was caused by crying, but after seeing his acting skills, Han Yue didn't believe anything he said.

Looking back at the comic book, he said flatly, "Next time you are beaten by my mother, you will know how gentle your father is."

"Why is your mother so good? My father said that she speaks super-native English, and she must be from a good background. Her self-confidence cannot be deceived. Is she a lady from a rich family who is playing pretend?" Poor game?"

"Why should I tell you?"

"Then how about we guess punches? Let me know if you lose."

Ignoring his indifference, the little devil insisted on pulling his hand to invite him to guess punches. Han Yue wanted to refuse, but before he could refuse, his fists had already flashed out like a ghost.

The little devil made a burden, so he won, jumped up and down happily on the spot, and pulled Han Yue's sleeve and said, "You lost, say it quickly."

Although he knew that he was a devil, in Han Yue's view, such a little devil was still very cute. If he knew the secret, he would definitely tell it. The problem was that he didn't know anything about his mother's past.

But he couldn't say that he didn't know, otherwise he would be laughed at by the little devil, so he had no choice but to say, "I'll tell you if I didn't say I lost."

"That's it