love is deeper than the sea

Dad, why are you like a woman, you beat your head every now and then—oh, oh!Don't hit, don't hit! "

Dad: "Dare to call your dad a woman? Look at the trick, ah-da!"

Dad has the aura of a domineering king, and his palm strength is stronger.

I ran away with my head in my arms, and fled wildly.I can't manage any luggage.

There was an astonishing scene at the New York airport, two Asian men, one running away, the other chasing, like elementary school students chasing and fighting in the corridor.

However, judging from the ferocious faces of the pursuers and the frightened faces of the fugitives, it is probably the husband who was chasing and beating the adulterer. This kind of thing is not uncommon in the United States. ——The airport security wrote in the inspection log.

Fortunately, I had a lot of physical exercise back then, and I ran away a lot this year. I ran fairly fast, and I didn't let my vicious dad catch up.

But just when I looked back triumphantly, with a "bang", I bumped into someone.

The speed was too fast, and that person and I were hit on our backs.

It was so heavy that my ass almost cracked when I fell.I was concentrating on rubbing my ass, and the guy who got hit was already yelling: "Sonofabitch!!!"

I quickly got up from the ground and bowed to salute the person who was hit: "sorry, sorry, i'mjapanese. (Sorry, sorry, I'm Japanese.)"

My eyes were more sincere and sincere, so that person immediately scolded: "Damn Japanese! You don't have eyes!"

I smiled apologetically: "Not long, not long Disiga."

As I said that, I stretched out my arms, trying to pull the man on the ground up.It's a pity that my dear friend didn't appreciate it. He sat on the ground, staring at me fiercely with a pair of green eyes, full of murderous intent.

I just noticed that the man on the ground is also quite handsome.

He wore a floral shirt, jeans, and a big headset around his neck, like a student.His hair is blond, his eyes are emerald green, and he doesn't know the breed of the country.

Being stared at by him, I was taken aback for a moment, and said again abruptly: "sorry, sorry, i'mjapanese..."

The little handsome guy still glared at me.

I was helpless: "This Sang, you're on the ground, Dissiga, you'd better let me help you up, Disga? Later, how do you want to die? Die me, Missi, Missi, I'm fine, Simi Da."

"It's a smell, son." The father who finally arrived pointed out.

I was at a loss for that handsome guy, but when he saw my dad coming, he immediately widened his eyes and stared at my dad.And my dad just glanced at it, his eyeballs also protruding.

I looked at the handsome boy, and then at my father: "Dad, could this be my... half-brother?"

Oops, I got hit again!

The handsome guy: "Mr. Li?"

Dad: "Stuart?"

Little handsome guy: "Why are you here? I can't believe it!"

Dad: "What are you doing in New York? Are there events?"

I (stay): "???"

Dad leaned over and stretched out his hand to the handsome boy. The handsome guy hit the snake with the stick, grabbed my dad's hand, and was pulled up.He seems to like my dad very much: "Mr. Li, I watched your new movie, it's great! I like your work so much!"

My old man is a good-looking talent in front of outsiders, pretending to be modest: "Where, where."

Little handsome guy: "I'm not in New York this time for activities, but for school!"

Dad: "Would your economic company let you go to school? That would be a great loss for them!"

The little handsome guy spread his hands: "It was discussed when we signed the contract, and they dare not violate the contract."

After listening to it for a long time, I felt dizzy and dizzy.I tugged at the corner of my father's clothes: "Dad, don't you provide some background knowledge?"

Only then did my father realize that he had left his precious son aside, and quickly pushed me forward: "Stuart, let me introduce you. This is my son, Ricardo."

Stuart stared: "Mr. Li has a son! You are so young and have such an old son?"

Dad pointed to the handsome little boy and introduced to me: "Gato, this is Stuart, a Frenchman. If I remember correctly, Stuart, you should be 18 years old like my son, right?"

Stuart nodded: "That's right."

Dad remembered: "Oh, what a youthful time! Jiatu, Stewart is a well-known young actor in France, and the TV series he acted in are very popular in the French-speaking circle."

I quickly stretched out my hand to Stuart: "I am a good man, a good man. I am Ricardo. I am very sorry for what happened just now, please calm down!"

I guess it was probably because the shocking crash destroyed my image in his mind, so his attitude towards me was still cold: "It doesn't matter."

I just had to laugh.It turns out that this kid is filming a TV series, no wonder he looks so outstanding.

Dad: "So Stuart, has your agency arranged a hotel for you?"

Stewart: "No. This is a private outing, and they don't care about me. I'm a free man now, and I can go anywhere I want."

Dad: "I'm here to pick up my son. If you're not busy, why don't you come to my house for a cup of coffee?"

Stuart was pleasantly surprised: "Is it really possible?"

Dad: "Of course."

Stewart: "Oh! That would be such an honor!"

So me and my dad went home and it became a threesome of me, dad, and Stuart.

Stuart didn't know what he was here for. He only carried a flat backpack with him, and he was very relaxed with his hands and feet.He chatted with his father, gesticulating.I listened to a few words, all of which were appreciation of Dad's movies.Looks like my dad has a big fan.

Dad's studio is in downtown New York, but he has another house in the suburbs, and that's where we went.

The two of them chatted enthusiastically, and I sat in the back of the car and looked at the scenery outside.This is my first time in New York, so it's a bit new.But if you look at too many tall buildings, it doesn't make much sense.

Dad's bachelor villa looked pretty good, and when he walked in, it was pretty clean.But according to my guess, it is absolutely impossible for him to do it himself, and he definitely hired a servant.

Dad pointed upstairs: "Son, your room is upstairs. You can carry your luggage up first." Then, he went to make coffee.

I unloaded the luggage from the trunk and carried it upstairs.

Sitting on the sofa, Stuart lazily watched me carry my luggage and was sweating profusely. Instead of helping me, he suddenly said, "Are you Mr. Li's biological son or adopted son? You don't look very picture."

I teased him: "Adopted. I know I'm much more handsome than him."

Stuart suddenly looked contemptuous: "Mr. Li is the most elegant East Asian person I have ever met. And you, thin, are like a tall praying mantis."

Me: "Hey, I used to have muscles too!"

Stewart: "Oh? And then, what happened?"

Me: "The belt is getting wider and I will never regret it. I am haggard because of Yixiao, understand?"

Stuart shook his head.

Me: "Foreign devil, I know you don't understand."

Stuart: "Why do you keep speaking Chinese, I don't understand."

Me: "One thing happened. When I was sad, I couldn't eat. When I didn't eat, I lost weight. When I lost weight, I lost muscle. Do you understand?"

Stuart shrugged: "You are so fragile."

28. Star classmate

I am noncommittal.With a sinking dantian, he straightened his waist and finally moved the sturdy luggage to the second floor.This villa is quite big. There are four rooms on the second floor. I randomly opened one of them, which looked like a bedroom, and as soon as I sent my luggage inside, Shi Shiran went downstairs.

Dad made coffee, and the two sat on the sofa and drank it.

I also walked over to pour a cup, sipping coffee, not wanting to talk.

Dad chatted with Stuart affectionately for a while, and then he felt that his son was quiet and weird, so he turned to look at me: "Son, you are the same age as Stuart, so you should have a lot of common topics. Come and talk."

I shook my head: "Forget it, he's a big star, and I'm an ordinary person, so there's nothing to talk about."

Dad was taken aback, came over and sat next to me, put his arms around my shoulders: "Son, when Dad sees you this time, he always feels that you are different from before. What's on your mind, tell Dad?"

I glanced at him: "This is adolescent depression, old people don't want to join in the fun."

The back of my head was smacked, and I poked my chin into the cup heavily, dipping my chin into the coffee.

Dad: "It's always ironic that I'm old. Your dad is in his 40s, in his prime, and it's prime time!"

Seeing that my father's palm was about to be raised again, I hurriedly begged for mercy: "Yes, yes, yes, Dad, you are just a beautiful flower. Dad, be merciful, tiger poison doesn't even eat its children!"

Dad: "How dare you say your dad is poisonous?!"

Stuart sat in the distance, holding a coffee cup and watching me being beaten, very happy to see it.

After my father beat me up, he asked Stuart kindly: "I forgot to ask. What school are you planning to go to when you come to New York?"

Stuart put down his glass and took out a piece of paper from his flat backpack: "Oh, look, here's my acceptance letter. I'm going to study film at NYU in the fall—"

"Pfft!" I sprayed.

Stuart looked at me coldly, and I quickly raised my hand: "Sorry, sorry, I was excited at the moment."

"Yeah, my son is so excited! You know what, he went to the same university and major as you! What a coincidence!" Dad patted me on the shoulder, "My son is so happy. Right, son ?”

I nodded: "Yes, yes, it's a great honor."

Stewart: "I'm looking forward to studying with your son in a university. I believe we will get along very well." After saying that, he smiled at me.

But I think that smile is so malicious.

In the evening, Stuart will go back to the city to stay in a hotel,