two-way provocation

Driven by the desire to survive, Qi Mingyu told the story of the drunkards making trouble in the store and breaking the wine bottle himself.

Qi's father sat leaning in the boss's chair, folded his arms and listened to the whole process in his spare time, and ordered with serious eyes: "Stay closer and turn around.

When the young man stood with his hands behind his back, he raised his right foot, which was wearing a house slipper, and kicked hard under his buttocks.

Even though he was prepared, Qi Mingyu snorted and took three or four steps forward, involuntarily breathing in through his mouth due to the pain.

"Come back." A deep two-word command sounded from behind.

Qi Mingyu frowned and relieved the pain for a few seconds before turning his back and pinching his wrist, enduring the dull pain in his calf and standing back to his original position.

It's still the distance to get kicked if you lift your leg, it's terrible.

"That's not what I'm talking about." Qi's father didn't have enough patience to listen to his son's "surrender", and directly gave an obvious reminder: "The door of Hengxuan's store was smashed just now."

"hold head high?"

Qi Mingyu turned her head in surprise when she heard the sound, and was reprimanded by Qi's father to stand still.

"What's the surprise? When you walked out of his shop, something happened to your back foot. Could it be that it has nothing to do with you?"

It really isn't.

Qi Mingyu realized after recollecting the incident: If someone is too arrogant, there will always be justice from heaven.

On the contrary, the foot he suffered just now was a bit wronged.

"I went to his place to play darts, and I wanted to hit it too, but I was disturbed by someone and I didn't hit it."

"Continue to compose."

Will you kid dare not do it if you move your mind?Knowing his son's temperament, Qi's father didn't believe a word of this pale explanation.

"This kind of thing, you can ask clearly after you make a phone call." Qi Mingyu was helpless, there were too many shady cases in the past, and his father could only trust him if he saw a ghost.

Qi's father behind him squinted his eyes, leisurely folded his legs and leaned against the back of the chair, his aura was calm and majestic.

"Who knows if the people below are in cahoots with you, does what they say make sense?"

"Heh, what are those people afraid of me? It's not because of your face." Young Master Qi's face is full of gentleness and simplicity, and the subtext is: What kind of evil can a well-behaved high school student have?

The atmosphere was stalemate, and the mobile phone placed on the table suddenly turned on a reminder light.

It just so happened that the manager of the nightclub store had something to report. When Qi's father answered the phone, he inquired about what happened tonight.

Taking advantage of this gap, Qi Mingyu reached out and rubbed the part of his body where he had just been educated.

This kick is really not gentle, if nothing unexpected happens, tomorrow the base of the leg will be bruised and purple.

After simply listening to the people below talk about the situation, the end of Qi's father's voice after he put down the phone has become uncertain.

"It's really none of your business?"

"Really." Qi Mingyu, who was still standing with his back on his back, laughed.

... It's all over.

With Qi's father's character, it was absolutely impossible for him to apologize to his son, so he simply left him standing aside and drank tea and read the newspaper on his own.

After a long while of silence in the study, a calm inquiry finally sounded.

"Is your birthday coming soon, is there anything you want?"

This is undoubtedly Mr. Qi's lowest gesture.

Qi Mingyu has never enjoyed a higher level of courtesy since she was a child, and now she won't be so hard-pressed not to let her father step down.

"Want a new locomotive, I'll be an adult next week."

A person who can even say "I don't want to work hard", will have any awkward gestures in front of my father.

The compensation condition for selling one's soul is also to open one's mouth.

"I'll tell my friend at the car dealer later, you can pick up the car model right away after you've chosen it." Mr. Qi agreed to his son's wish without hesitation because of the guilt that he couldn't express in his heart.

The expected answer.

Qi Mingyu turned around when he heard the sound, and said to the person at the table with complicated emotions: "Thank you Dad, can I go back to sleep?"

"Wait a moment."

Qi's father calmly put down the books and newspapers in his hand, raised his eyebrows suspiciously and asked: "You said just now that someone disturbed the situation, but I'm curious, who can have such a big face to persuade you?"

This question was a little unexpected, and Qi Mingyu moved his lips after thinking about it for a while to respond: "How should I explain it to you, a person who... is trying to be your son-in-law."

Father Qi's eyes turned cold, what do you want to do?

The middle-aged man frowned, and stared sharply at the person in front of him for two seconds. Seeing that he didn't seem to be joking, he picked up the intercom phone beside the table.

The word son-in-law is really annoying.

Qi's father's eyes were gloomy, and the moment the phone was connected on the other side, his tone softened without any buffer.

"Of course, are you still working on the question?"

"Yes, do you need me?" Qi Ran's young voice came from the other side of the receiver, it was warm and pleasant.

"Well, I'm afraid you're staying up too late. If it's convenient at this moment, can you come to the study? Dad wants to talk to you about the recent school affairs."

For Qi Ran, talking with his father was not a strange thing, and he responded immediately: "Okay, I'll go down right away."

Qi Mingyu, who still had a dull pain in his buttocks, stood at the side and heard the whole conversation clearly, only smiled awkwardly and yet politely.

There is no doubt that the scene just now was the kindness of the father and the filial piety of the son that he would never envy for the rest of his life.

When Qi Ran came out of his father's study room, his face was full of the light of family love that had been tenderly cared for.

She looked down at her brother who was "recovering" on the sofa, and sarcastically said, "Wuhu, have you been beaten?"

"You don't care, go pick an orange for me."

Qi Shao, who was still jealous, hugged the soft pillow and spoke arrogantly.The official website of a certain brand of locomotive is displayed on the screen of the mobile phone. Choose a model with a good price/performance ratio, and click on it to view the configuration details.

"Okay." Qi Ran obediently took out a concubine tangerine from the fruit plate, peeled it into yellow flesh and handed it to him.

"Where did Dad beat you? Does it still hurt? Let me rub it for you."

"You don't have to." Qi Mingyu leaned on one of his arms and stuffed the orange petals into his mouth, "You have schadenfreude written all over your face."

Qi Ran smiled brightly, pretending to be a Hong Kong drama accent, and said: "Yes, after all, as a human being, you must learn to be content with yourself and be content with the status quo. Don't covet things that don't belong to you, such as... Dad's favor."

The joys and sorrows of this world are never connected.The word "roll" that Qi Mingyu uttered at this time was repeated a thousand times.

"By the way, what did you sue me in front of dad just now? Why does he stay in the social circle with three sentences, and even ask me if I have new friends recently." Thinking of the conversation in the study just now, Qi Ran was still a little bit up until now. stupid.

Qi Mingyu never took his eyes off the official website of the motorcycle, and responded perfunctorily: "It's just seeking truth from facts."

"Hey, don't look at it, I'm talking to you." Qi Ran moved directly, pressed and held the screen of his mobile phone, and swipe up to close the browsing page.

"Tsk."

The person who was beaten up for no reason just now was already in a bad mood, but now he was irritated enough, and his tone was very impatient.

"Come on, come on, what do you want to tell me? How old is my sister? Did she go to school? What medicine are you taking now?"

"Okay." Qi Ran chuckled, blinking his eyes coquettishly: "Look at you poor, how about I coax you?"

There is no reason to refuse the doormat delivered to your door.

Qi Mingyu jumped up from the sofa, threw a pillow down, and said arrogantly: "Kneel down."

"Okay." The well-behaved second-child soft girl knelt down and pinched her earlobe with ease, "Get ready, let's start."

Qi Mingyu cleared his throat, and performed the lines that he never tired of saying since he was a child: "Qi Ran, you'd better figure out your family status for me."

"Mom was in poor health when she was pregnant with you, and I was too young, so the old man considered for a long time whether to kill you directly. It was because Mom was reluctant to leave you alive."

"Only I was breastfed and grew up, and I only deserve to drink milk powder when I come to you. When I am loved by thousands of people in this family, you dare not even show your breath."

No matter what the person above his head said, Qi Ran just nodded in agreement, without refuting a word.

"I got tired of playing with all the toys you had since you were a child. If I told you to crawl eastward before you were three years old, you wouldn't dare to fall westward."

"Even when I was in elementary school, you still followed me childishly and called me brother every day, and you couldn't even get rid of me, I..."

Qi Mingyu's lecture was still going on, Qi Ran, who was kneeling facing the stairs, accidentally raised his eyes and saw Dad's trousers, and hurriedly reminded him.

"Cough-cough-"

The highest level of alarm, the two people kneeling and standing hurriedly exchanged positions.

"Ah shit!"

The gap between the coffee table and the sofa was narrow, and the two bumped into each other during the commotion, tripped each other, and fell on the carpet together.

As soon as Father Qi went down the stairs, he saw the messy living room.A pair of sons and daughters fell in an unimaginable place at the same time, and the pair had a guilty conscience.

Not interested in knowing who is right and who is wrong, he frowned and scolded the two together: "You two don't sleep in the middle of the night, what are you two doing?"

Qi Mingyu rubbed his elbows and got up, patted the dust on the sleeves of the sweater, and answered four words without thinking too much: "Brothers, friends, sisters."

Qi's father, who went downstairs to refill the tea himself, did not hear the conversation between the two clearly, but saw the hand that his son stretched out just now.

That was a habit he had developed since he was a child. When his sister fell down, he subconsciously protected her head.

This kid has never been a stable kid since he was born, but that doesn't prevent him from being a competent big brother.

But maybe the daughter is too cute. When I saw my son in comparison, my blood pressure soared.

Qi's father held the stairs and taught him a lesson: "Qi Mingyu, if you are not sleepy, go out and wipe my car, don't just idle here and bully my sister."

"Wipe...which one?" Qi Mingyu raised his head to test.

"Everything, wipe until you want to sleep." After saying this, Qi's father went upstairs again with the water bottle.

"Farewell."

Too lazy to say any more nonsense with "Daddy's little padded jacket", Qi Mingyu chose to go back to the room immediately and turn off the lights to sleep without hesitation.

When I was tossing and turning on the bed, I still felt that I couldn't bear the grievance of "female preference" in this family.He touched the phone casually and deleted all the motorcycle browsing records just now.

For things like birthday gifts, the price/performance ratio is actually not important, it has to be the most expensive.

After all, Mr. Qi is rich.

The author has something to say:

Jin Chen: After all, he is someone who can join a wealthy family in the future.