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This idea was later verified.

Mr. Jiang really rewarded Ji Yao with a closed door, not only that, but also caused a lot of stumbling blocks.

Sure enough, not letting him go was not letting him go, but waiting for his response.Now that the old man is waiting, Ji Yao's bad luck will begin.

Speaking of which, the old man who is engaged in education shouldn't stretch his arms so long, but recently the country is engaged in the construction of spiritual civilization, and Ji Yao's family's industry has been named and criticized.

Now Ji's father and Ji's mother couldn't sit still anymore, and a scapegoat fell from the sky. When they discussed the countermeasures with Ji Yao, they realized that it was Ji Yao who raped the eldest grandson of the family!

The two parents had a terrible headache, in fact, he hasn't come back to it yet.Ji Yao has always pretended to be very good in front of his family. For so many years, Zhang He has been covering him, but he has never shown his secrets.

In the hearts of the two elders, there is nothing wrong with their son, he is worry-free, sensible and capable, and basically does not let adults worry about it.

Who knew he would do so many things behind his back!

Ji's father wanted to scold someone, but although Zhang He's words that day were ugly, they were on point. Now he can't even discipline his son.

Thousands of words stuck in his throat, and finally turned into a sigh.

"What are you doing jumping up and down like this? You are not qualified."

Ji's father reached out and patted his son's head: "The meaning of being a parent is to clean up the mess for the children. Although your mother and I are always away from home, we are not dead after all."

Ji Yao was stunned by this shot.

He froze in place, not daring to move.After a while, he murmured, "I thought you wouldn't want to take care of me anymore."

"What nonsense—! I'm really angry, but I still have to take care of it."

Ji's mother pressed her son into her arms. She was shorter than Ji Yao, and Ji Yao was stiff and his muscles were tense, as if he wanted to escape.

He seemed to think she was going to hit him, and when he saw her hands raised, his first reaction was to shrug his shoulders.

It wasn't until the warm arms belonging to his mother encircled him that Ji Yao relaxed his body a little bit, and let her hug him with his waist bent, like a bird with its feathers wet and at a loss.

Mother Ji's heart suddenly became sore and soft, like a soaked sponge, which was squeezed into a small ball.

Ever since the riot at Wen Lin's wedding, bad things happened one after another.Ji Yao was almost exhausted by the continuous bad news.

In addition to feeling tired, I just feel tired. It is a kind of fatigue from the soul, like the heart is dry, and there are hideous openings.

Since Zhang He gave him a punch that day, the two have not been in contact with each other, including their parents and godfather and mother.When he faced Wen Lin, he could still laugh at himself calmly, but when he was alone, his parents' affairs, Zhang He's affairs, godfather's and godmother's attitude... he didn't even dare to think about it.

Intellectually, he convinced himself that he was the only son in the family, and it was impossible for them to sever ties with him, but emotionally, it was hard for him not to plan for the worst.

When playing games before, Ji Yao would often say "I'm gone", and he is in this state now.

He felt like he was gone, his flesh and blood had been ripped out, he was empty.

Ji Yao was even a little thankful that Mr. Jiang had found something for him, so that he could divert his attention so that he would not become a walking dead.

He has been negotiating business and building relationships with people these days, trying to make up for the loss while looking for a solution.

Now he is under a lot of mental stress, can't sleep at night, and dare not sleep.When I was alone, I repeatedly weighed in my heart what to do next, how to please the old man so that he would show mercy, and how to deal with the competitors who were heard of.

If you want to sit at the negotiating table, you must first weigh your weight clearly, and you must also be clear about what the other party wants.

Facing an old man who wanted nothing but to vent his anger, Ji Yao could only place his hope on Jiang Qiutong.

Of course he knows that now they are just making small troubles, and they haven't really tried to punish him.The reason was not because the old man was generous, but because he was worried that he would hit a mouse and break the jade bottle.

This feeling is very bad, but Ji Yao has to bear it, there is no way, that side just won't let go, and won't see him.

But at this time, his parents said that they would clean up the mess for him.

How to describe this feeling, as if flowers bloomed in the flower pot that I never had hoped for, but cherished very much.

It was also like a homeless man who was about to die of starvation walking on the road and was hit in the face by a pie.

Ji Yao's first reaction was disbelief.

They have been absent in his life, and Ji Yao is also used to reporting good news and not bad news, and solves everything by himself. If he can't solve it, he will find Zhang He. Anyway, he never thought of looking for his parents.

This time, even Wen Lin subconsciously ignored Ji's father and mother, and asked Ji Yao to bear it himself.

He knows that his parents love him, but how heavy is the love, and whether the object is the fake good son or himself, Ji Yao has no expectations.

The mask of the perfect son had been worn for nearly 20 years, and it was suddenly torn off unseemly. In addition to the piercing pain, there was also panic.

Seeing the son's bewildered expression, both parents were very sad.

"These days, your dad and I have also thought a lot. It is our responsibility that you became what you are now. Zhang He is right. You were raised by him with his pocket money and the meals he cooked, but we, Not a good parent."

She gently stroked her son's hair, her voice stagnant, choked with sobs, but she still tried her best to smile and said: "The child who got out of my belly turned around and recognized the door of another house, that's not okay—so Ji Yao, I will discipline you from now on."

"I don't express my opinion on your homosexuality, but you have to get rid of other problems. But there is no rush, we have a long time, now you just need to remember, you have us, don't think about fighting hard good."

She poked her son's forehead lightly: "As your father said, we are not dead yet."

Ji Yao's tears gushed out, he uttered a small whimper, and got into his mother's arms.

I don't know if Mr. Jiang is waiting for his parents to express his opinion. No matter how Ji Yao asked him to meet him before, he ignored him, but Ji's father asked someone to talk about it, and he only agreed with Naqiao.

The meeting place was at a teahouse. Mr. Jiang brought Jiang Chunshui to the appointment, but Jiang Qiutong did not come.

Ji Yao didn't know whether he was disappointed or relieved.

The old man meant the tea house, and the unfinished words were obvious. He didn't want to have a meal to solicit affection. He came to see the sincerity of the Ji family.

Ji's father is a very capable person, otherwise he would not be able to earn such a family business from scratch.

He didn't lie, he pushed Ji Yao in front of the other party, asking his son to apologize.

Ji Yao was ready to kneel down quickly, but the old man turned his body to one side, lifted the crutch with his right hand, and sneered, "I can't bear it."

Ji Yao's movements were stuck in the middle, it was extremely embarrassing to be unable to move up or down.But he has always been thick-skinned, so he spent a second thinking about what the other party meant, and felt that he would be aggressive if he really knelt down, so he bent down vigorously, bowed deeply, and sincerely admitted wrong.

Only then did the old man look a little better, he picked up the cup and took a sip of tea, motioning for Ji Yao to sit back.

"I thought just now that if you really dare to kneel down, I'll turn around and leave, and then I'll go back and scold Jiang Qiutong, and let him see what kind of idiot he has set his eyes on."

The moment he opened his mouth, he was an old hermaphrodite. This old thing clearly said Ji Yao, but he was actually mocking Father Ji's stupidity.

Ji Yao instantly understood where did Jiang Qiutong get that stinky mouth that he wanted to tear apart.

Ji's father and Ji's mother sat with a smile on their faces, pretending not to understand.Ji Yao didn't dare to take the bait, and was scolded with a low eyebrow.

The old man seemed to be sincerely regretful: "It's a pity, you are not so stupid yet..."

As he said that, he looked at Ji Yao carefully again: "If you say you are stupid, you seem to be a clever young man, and your ability is not weak. But if you say you are smart, look at the good things you have done, it is really not the work of a smart person from."

Father Ji hurriedly took the blame: "It's all my fault, it's because I didn't discipline the child well."

Only then did Mr. Jiang give Ji's father a good look.

He sneered, clearly mean.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Of course you didn't teach it well, otherwise, would you blame me for teaching my grandson too well and recruiting your son?"

The old man—

Ji Yao is the most protective person, it's okay to scold him, but not to scold him.Ji's father suffered two failures in a row, but he also said that he could be a middle-aged grandfather when he went out, and he had to smile and let others be mean, Ji Yao was very sad.

However, Mr. Jiang still has good eyesight when he is old, but when he saw Ji Yao's expression was wrong, he sneered again.

"Why, it hurts to see your dad laughing? What's the point of this? You can't stand it if you just say a few words to him. Then why didn't you think that when you raped other people's children, his relatives would not be able to bear it! ?”

As he spoke, he couldn't hold back his anger any longer, he slammed the table, and threw the teacup at Ji Yao.

The hot tea poured down his head and rolled down his cheeks, soaking half of Ji Yao's clothes.