that's my boy

"Watching the ball! What are you thinking about!"

Ding Lei supported Chen Yibo, who had a sprained foot, and walked to the side of the court.

Chen Yibo grinned, and in a few moments, a large lump swelled up on his foot.

When Ding Lei saw it, he hurriedly asked his teammates to put Chen Yibo on him, and then ran to the infirmary.

Although Chen Yibo is thin and weighs about 120 kilograms, Ding Lei seems to have no sense of gravity, and his steps are fast.

Ding Lei's back is broad and thick, so it looks a bit like Little Xing Xing's back.

Meng Xinghao had returned to the United States for a four-day business trip. He was absent-minded for a moment just now, but he was sprained by the sudden ball flying over him.

I missed it so much in just four days. Sure enough, habit is a very magical thing.

The Meng family mansion in Long Island, USA.

At dinner time, the busy servants sat nervously in their respective rooms.

In the living room on the first floor, the two elders of the Meng family, Meng Qingzhi's expression was a little dignified, Wanru was overwhelmed by the sudden news of Meng Xinghao, her eyes filled with tears were full of entanglement and distress, "I'll go and sort it out first .”

Meng Xinghao helped Wanru up, and looked at her back as she walked upstairs in a sloppy manner.

No one spoke in the living room for a while, it was very quiet.

I don't know how long it took before Old Man Meng said, "Is it because of this that you have been studying and working so recklessly these past few years?"

"Yes."

Mr. Meng's face darkened suddenly, he smashed the coffee cup in front of him, stood up and walked towards the fireplace.

In the early years, when Mr. Meng was in charge of the house, he was the one and only master. When Meng Qingzhi and Meng Lufei were beaten, Mrs. Meng could only watch and cry.

In the years since the throne was passed to Meng Qing, old man Meng accompanied his wife to play chess, travel and drink tea, and he has never been so angry again.

The nearly seventy-year-old man did not look old at all. There was a family whip hanging beside the fireplace, and Mr. Meng took the whip down.

"You are still young, so I can forgive you for being hot-headed for a while. Even if you want to play around before marriage, regardless of men or women, our Meng family is not afraid of anything, and I can accept it. These are not good for families like ours. What is it! You are still so young, do you really want to do nothing for a man? Let me ask you one last time, do you really want to go to hell on this road?"

Meng Xinghao stood up, walked in front of Mr. Meng, and knelt straight down. The pair of firm eyes on his slightly raised face were enough to answer clearly.

The whip was whistling, and Mr. Meng whipped without retaining any strength. Meng Xinghao gritted his teeth and endured it vigorously.

The old lady Meng turned her face away, her face was covered with tears, her beloved grandson, the only heir of their Meng family, even she couldn't accept it.

The Meng family has accepted Western culture since childhood, but Chinese people like them actually want tradition more in their bones.

The white shirt was gradually stained red with traces of blood. Although he was kneeling, Meng Xinghao kept his back straight.

The more Mr. Meng beat, the more angry he became, and the more he convulsed, the more his heart ached. His grandson, who made him proud, used the most direct and cruel way to force them to accept his other half!He didn't give himself or his family any room.

This is the successor of their Meng family. After three years of enduring hard work, he couldn't wait to swear to protect that person after his wings were full.

"Hao Hao!"

Wanru, who came down from the downstairs again, screamed, and rushed towards Meng Xinghao who gritted her teeth and endured it.

"Dad, that's enough. Don't you understand Haohao? The decision he made, even if you kill him, can it change a bit? Dad, leave it to Haohao. Haohao values ​​family affection the most. , If it wasn't for his love, he wouldn't be so indifferent! Dad, you said that Haohao is my child. Then my child, he can do everything he wants!"

Wanru looked at her husband with a pale face, "Qingzhi, parents, Haohao is not wrong, he just doesn't like women, what's wrong with him! Haohao is my life, if there is anything good or bad about him, I still have to live What's the point!"

Mr. Meng clenched his whip tightly, wanting to whip it again in anger, his hands had already been pinched.

Meng Qingzhi: "Dad."

Old lady Meng helped Wanru and Meng Xinghao up, "Enough."

There was a click, the sound of the whip falling.

After the intercom call, the servants came out one after another.

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, Meng Xinghao unbuttoned the buttons one by one, his back was hot.

There was a knock on the door.

"Enter."

Wanru walked in with a sanitizer.

"The doctor is already on his way, I'll disinfect it for you first."

Wanru looked at the wound covered with welts and blood, and quickly withdrew her outstretched hand, tears falling down, "Dad beat me too hard."

"mom."

A soft call.

Wanru was alert all over, the voice was so pleasant that she almost suspected it was an auditory hallucination.

Meng Xinghao walked to Wanru's side step by step, and said in a low and shy voice, "Mom, thank you."

This is not an illusion, this is not an illusion!

Wanru didn't count on her anymore in this life. When she was in the most pain, she had Haohao. Although he was an adopted son in name, he never changed his mouth, and she never thought of forcing him to change his mouth.

It turned out that the voice of the child calling his mother was so beautiful, it was more beautiful than all the music in the world.

Wanru hugged Meng Xinghao, crying uncontrollably, "Thank you, Haohao, thank you, Haohao."

Meng Xinghao hugged this petite woman who was willing to protect him strong.

He lost his mother's love since he was a child, but gained more. Li Fang and Wanru, these two women, gave him the most tender protection.

It wasn't until Meng Qingzhi came with the family doctor that Wanru gradually calmed down.

It was only then that Wanru realized that she had been pressing on Meng Xinghao's wound just now, and Meng Xinghao had been hugging her without saying a word.

The emotions that had finally calmed down came to the fore again. Meng Qingzhi was afraid that his wife's emotional ups and downs would not be good for her health, so she felt that she would persuade Wanru to send her back to the room.

The family doctor applied medicine to Meng Xinghao's wound and gave him an injection.

Although the injuries on Meng Xinghao's back looked scary, they only hurt the flesh, not serious.

Meng Qingzhi stood in front of the window and looked at the moonlight, "It's that child from the Chen family!"

Not a question, but a certainty.

The frankness in the living room does not include telling Chen Yibo, Meng Xinghao does not allow the possibility of hurting him before everything is settled.

"Yes. I was the one who took the initiative to start, and I was the one who was afraid of losing him."

"Actually, I should have noticed it a long time ago. Don't worry, since Wanru has accepted it, I won't do anything else. I'll tell my parents, but I have a condition, it's just my bottom line."

"We will leave the queen to the Meng family. My brother likes children."

"Bring him to America during Chinese New Year."