hi don't run

Qin Rui burst out laughing when he heard Papa Song's words, the squad leader and party secretary... the plot is too clichéd.

Song Xinji took the photo and looked at it again and again, smacking his lips, "Dad, don't tell me that you have an affair with..."

He intentionally paused the name Qin Feng, because his mother's face became a little distorted while sitting beside her, her smile was still there, but it was dry.

Papa Song stared, took two peanuts and threw them at Song Xinji, "What nonsense! Do you know if you lift your feet!"

Song Xinji twitched the corner of his mouth and rolled his eyes helplessly, "Dad, can you finish talking in one go, the two babies in my stomach can't help being hungry." He pointed to his stomach to signal Dad Song to hurry up, he was not like this before.

In the past, Song Xinji was gentle and soft-spoken to his family members.

Now Song Xinji is irritable and has no patience with anyone.

After pregnancy, the contrast was too great, Song Xinye still found it difficult to accept seeing his elder brother like this.He wondered if it would be the same if Zhang Mao became pregnant in the future, he was afraid that he would not be able to adapt at that time.

Mother Song squinted at Father Song with her lips pursed, her anger was undisguised, but she still remembered not to get angry and spoil his temperament.

Father Song didn't say anything that everyone didn't understand. He pointed at the photo and explained with a smile: "It was just a joke when I was young. Back then, Qin Feng and I were close friends. He When I went abroad, I went to the airport to see him off. At that time, we joked that if we got married and had children in the future, we would have an in-law. I didn’t expect you to be a real pair.”

Father Song became more and more excited as he talked, and even Qin Rui showed a happy smile. He tightened his hands around Song Xinji's waist, leaned over and whispered in his ear: "It seems that we are destined to be destined by heaven." ?”

Song Xinji twitched the corners of his mouth, and now he didn't even have the thought of complaining.

Fucking destiny, even if it is fate, it is evil fate, right?It's just that his father can make up such a bloody fate to comfort him, as if he doesn't know!

Song Xinye looked at Mother Song, then at Father Song, coughed and said, "Mom and Dad, let's eat first? Today is Chinese New Year anyway, so I will talk about it later if I want to talk."

Mother Song nodded and went to the kitchen to serve the New Year's Eve dinner prepared by the nanny.

Father Song took Qin Rui to drink. The old man liked white wine, but Qin Rui usually only drank red wine, so after two cups of small boiled wine, his face turned red, and even his forehead was sweating.

Song Xinji was peeling the shrimp shells aside, his hands were sticky and uncomfortable, he frowned and looked at Qin Rui, who was talking to his father, and bumped him with his elbow, "Peel the skin."

Qin Rui nodded, quickly peeled the prawns he put on the plate and put them on his plate again, the movements were clean and neat, not at all as troublesome as Song Xinji himself did.

Papa Song watched from the side with a smile in his eyes.

Zhang Mao stayed at home with his parents, uncles and aunts to have New Year’s Eve dinner together. The rural area is just that good. There are so many people. A group of people get together to eat, drink and toast each other. Even Zhang Mao, who has a good capacity for alcohol, feels a little dizzy.

When the clock struck twelve o'clock, the relatives dispersed, and Zhang Maowo watched TV with the old man and the old lady on the heated kang. Looking at his parents' gray hair, he suddenly had a sore nose and raised his hand to wipe his face.

He hasn't fulfilled his filial piety all these years away, how can he repay his kindness in this life.

"Father, mother, happy new year." The moment the bell rang, Zhang Mao kowtowed to his parents twice on his knees.

Father Zhang nodded with a smile, looked at Zhang Maxiao's eyes narrowed into a line, took out the red cloth bag and handed it to him, and patted his hand, "New Year's money."

Zhang smirked, but didn't refuse.

This has been the case in these years, even though he is 30 years old, even if he earns a lot of money every year, his parents still treat him as a child. In their hearts, he is a son, a junior, and the elders want him Give the younger generation money.

"Thank you dad, thank you mom."

"When the baby grows up, save more money to marry a wife." Zhang's mother is a rural woman who has never been to the city in her life. The old lady's idea is to let Zhang Mao marry a wife and have children. The old couple can also hold their heads in the village. .

In rural areas, under normal circumstances, early marriage and early childbearing are common. For the old men and women in other families, when they reach their age, their grandchildren and grandchildren can run all over the street.

Zhang Mao smiled embarrassingly, pulled the corners of his mouth, licked his dry lips and looked at his parents, thought for a while and said: "Father, mother, I... er... I'm in love, but... the object is a man. "

Zhang's father was taken aback for a moment, his face was not very good-looking.

Zhang's mother was more direct, her face turned cold immediately after her expression was stiff, she stared at Zhang Mao, and said angrily: "Why don't you learn well? After going to the city for so many years, don't you also learn how to play with men like others? Baby, you can't do it." This kind of thing will be looked down upon.”

Father Zhang nodded at the side, but did not speak.

The old man is a boring gourd, he doesn't talk much when encountering things, he just smokes dry cigarettes, one after another, and lights them up.

Zhang Mao froze there, he didn't expect his parents to show such resistance.

Pursing his lips, he explained, "It's not what you think, we plan to spend a lifetime together."

"For the rest of my life? With a man? Don't you want to give me grandchildren? You can't be so unconscionable that your father and I can't hold grandchildren when we get old." Zhang's mother was a little emotional and said He screamed at Zhang Mao with his throat.

The old lady's thinking is very simple. If two men are together, there will be no baby, and without the baby, the Zhang family will be endless.

"Mom, it's not that men can't have children, it's just that the chances are relatively low. You should be very clear. Besides, it's not like there are no men in the village to marry." Zhang Mao raised his hand and squeezed his forehead, feeling a little headache.

"They don't have a baby." Father Zhang, who had been smoking in silence all this time, suddenly said something, and Zhang Mao was speechless when he said it directly.

Just when he didn't know how to persuade his parents, his cell phone rang.

He picked it up and answered it directly. He didn't need to look to know that it was Song Xinye.

"I have something to do now, I'll call you back later." After saying this, he hung up the call without even hearing Song Xinye's voice.

Song Xinye held the phone in that position, and the words "Happy New Year" stuck in his throat abruptly. He frowned, feeling a little uncomfortable.

I waited for a day but still didn't get a text message or a call from Zhang Mao. Although he didn't care about the New Year's greetings, this year was the first New Year's date between the two of them, and it still had some meaning for several years.

Frustrated, he put down his phone and went back into the house.

He comforted himself that Zhang Mao must be busy now, so he didn't bother.

Well, although he was aggrieved, irritable and depressed, he endured it.

Zhang Mao set his phone to silent mode, he can't be disturbed now, otherwise when Song Xinye comes, I'm afraid his parents won't have a good face.

Even if he was with Song Xinye at the beginning just because he wanted to have someone to accompany him, but it is undeniable that during this period of contact, Zhang Mao recognized Song Xinye, at least he would not sleep with a man casually, and he was still The pressed one.

"Dad, Mom, I already have two male friends who are pregnant, one of them has given birth to a big fat boy, and the other is twins. I know that saying this will make you think I'm not a man, but I really I like him very much, and I also want to give birth to our baby, why can't you support me?"

Father Zhang shook his head, sighed, stood up and walked out without saying anything.

Mother Zhang also got down from the kang, and then left with Father Zhang.

I'm afraid the old man and the old lady will lose sleep tonight.

Zhang Mao opened his mouth, trying to tell the elders not to leave, but finally closed his mouth.

He knew that there was only one way to get his parents to agree, either he was pregnant or Song Xinye was pregnant.Other than that, there's really no other way.

Han Mo was much more tender on this side, at least Shao Wenfeng's gift to his family was unanimously praised.

I didn’t see anything else. I gave Han Mo a car and a house, which was the one agreed at the beginning. I gave Han’s father a set of jade chess. After getting it, the old man never put it down. Momo is caring and knows what Dad likes.

And Auntie Jiang received a membership card from a beauty salon. The old lady likes beauty treatments, but she always finds it expensive, so she can only buy some facial masks at home and make them herself. to open the door to disaster.

Han Mo sat on the sofa with the baby in his arms, ate a mouthful of dumplings and fed the baby a mouthful, then looked helplessly at Shao Wenfeng, who was standing up straight and doing digestion exercises, raised his eyebrows, "You didn't buy a gift for your son ?”

Shao Wenfeng knew that he was not asking anything else when he blinked and stared at him, so he raised his eyebrows, shrugged his shoulders, and spread his hands, "I didn't buy it."

"..." Han Mo was stunned, this guy didn't buy a gift for his son?Do you want to rebel!

"Hehe, what are you doing, it looks like you have been wronged so much, and you even blew up." Reached out to pinch Han Mo's cheek, and pinched the baby in his arms who was eating dumplings with a chubby face Son, chuckled, "I changed the right of inheritance to Han Ruiye, what do you think of this gift?"

Han Mo was taken aback for a moment, then opened his mouth wide, looked at him in disbelief, and blurted out a ridiculous sentence from Shao Wenfeng: "Then what about me?"

"You? Uh... isn't your son's yours?" Pinching his nose, Shao Wenfeng raised his eyebrows, "Where's my gift?"

I sent out several gifts myself, but why didn't I receive anything in return?

Han Mo clicked his tongue and handed his precious son to Father Han who was sitting and watching TV. Then he reached out his hand to take out a small blue box and threw it to Shao Wenfeng. He raised his eyebrows and said domineeringly— —

"Grandpa rewards you."

Shao Wenfeng reached out to take the small box, looked left and right, opened it, and found a platinum ring in the box, and then seemed to know it a long time ago, without any surprise expression, just took out the ring and glanced at the English abbreviation in the inner circle of his eyes, it was His and Han Mo's names.

Wearing it on the ring finger of his left hand, the man raised his eyes to look at Han Mo.

Han Mo's face was full of disappointment, he thought the man would be surprised, and then rushed forward to confess to himself or something.

The results of it?

As a result, the man didn't say anything.

"Why aren't you surprised?" Han Mo turned his head and glanced at Father Han and Aunt Jiang. Although the old man and the old lady didn't speak, he could clearly see that their heads were tilted towards him, how obvious it was , this is eavesdropping.

Shao Wenfeng smiled evilly with the corners of his mouth curled up, then sat beside him, raised his arms around his shoulders, leaned into his ear and whispered, "Hey, last night I flipped you while you were taking a shower. I've seen it in my trouser pocket a long time ago."

Han Mo twitched the corner of his mouth, turned his face, opened his mouth, and bit the man's nose.

The damn narcissist! ! !