Elf King, Professional Vase

Seeing Father Meng's gritted teeth, Meng Wen'an's face showed a look of surprise, "It turns out that Father doesn't like it, so I'll take it back—"

"Who said I don't like it!"

Before Meng Wenan could finish speaking, Father Meng threw the crutch in his hand, ran over nimbly, took the oil painting from the housekeeper, and gave Meng Wenan a glare by the way.

"There is no way to take back the things that are sent out!"

Meng Wen'an was used to Father Meng's duplicity, so he didn't open his mouth.

The housekeeper at the side smiled and watched the father-son interaction between Meng's father and Meng Wen'an. He had stayed in the Meng's house for a long time. He had watched Meng Wen'an grow up and understood Meng's father's temper. At this time, he said, "Sir, Is the wife's portrait hanging in the living room, or in the bedroom?"

Father Meng hesitated for a moment, as if he had a hard time making a choice.

"This oil painting seems to have just been completed," the housekeeper's eyes fell on Meng Wenan who was beside him, and he said lovingly, "The portrait is lifelike, but the brushstrokes and painting style seem a little strange. I don't know which painter Xiao An hired. ?”

For some reason, Meng Wenan's lips curled up slightly, "He's a new artist I'm very optimistic about."

Seeing that Meng Wen'an didn't say what the artist's name meant, the housekeeper was moved, and instead of continuing this topic, he began to persuade him to make peace.

"After breakfast, sir, he was a little absent-minded and has been waiting for you to come back."

After all, it was Chinese New Year, and Meng Wenan didn't intend to provoke "stand up" again, so he gave a soft "hmm" upon hearing this.

The housekeeper couldn't help but sighed. Although he tried his best to reconcile between the father and son every time, the relationship between Meng Wen'an and Meng's father was still somewhat alienated.

But thinking of the things Meng's father had done, the housekeeper felt that Meng Wen'an was still willing to talk to Meng's father because he cared about the father-son relationship between the two of them.

As for Meng Wenan's mother, she had separated from Meng's father a long time ago.

The oil painting that Meng Wenan gave also revealed his mother's occupation. She was a ballet dancer, but she was active abroad all the year round. Meng Wenan hadn't seen her for a long time, except for the occasional video.

Every year during the Chinese New Year, no matter how busy Meng Wen'an's mother was, she would find time to make videos with Meng Wen'an, but she never paid any attention to Meng's father.

Meng Wen'an only knew a general idea of ​​the reason why his parents separated. Although he didn't know the specific details, Meng Wen'an felt that he could figure it out even if he guessed because of Meng's father's temperament.

It should be that there was a disagreement over Meng Wenan's mother's career, and she finally chose to continue her ballet career.

And when Meng Wen'an grew up, he also made the same choice as his mother.

Meng Wenan didn't know if his mother regretted it, but Meng Wenan was sure that his father definitely regretted it. The evidence was his almost non-stop ballet performances.

After handing over the Meng Group to Meng Wen'an, Meng's father retired early and went abroad every now and then. His life was even more carefree than when he was in power.

The butler quickly hung the oil painting of the ballet dancer in the most conspicuous place in the hall.

Meng Wenan looked at the dancing mother in the oil painting, but he was thinking of another person.

In fact, this oil painting was made by Su Bai's Trumpet whom he specially contacted, and asked Su Bai to paint it.

Meng Wen'an thought in a good mood, wondering what expression Su Bai would have when he saw his private letter?

Do you have the feeling that your vest is in jeopardy?

Although he had imagined it several times in his mind, Meng Wen'an still looked forward to the day when Su Bai's vest was completely stripped off.

As for why Su Bai was invited to paint, Meng Wenan did it on purpose.

If the relationship between himself and Su Bai is exposed, Meng Wen'an can be sure that he will get blessings from his mother. As for Meng's father...

Thinking of his father's temper, Meng Wen'an couldn't help but feel a headache. There was definitely opposition, but Meng Wen'an didn't want to hear those ugly words from Meng's father.

Although there are also people who hate Su Bai and speak ill of him on the Internet, but what do those people have to do with Meng Wen'an?

Even though Meng Wenan had many opinions on his father and was relatively distant from him, in this world, he was still Meng Wenan's relative whose blood was thicker than water.

Although Su Bai usually doesn't say much, Meng Wen'an knows that when Su Bai was still in the elves, he should be very favored, and Su Bai also cares about his people.

Meng Wen'an didn't want Su Bai to hear bad words from Meng's father.

But unfortunately, the country is easy to change, and the nature is hard to change. It didn't even take a long time for Meng's father to step into Meng Wen'an's thunder point.

"You've been living with that starlet lately?"

Hearing Meng's father addressing Su Bai, Meng Wen'an frowned, "Father, he has a name, and his name is Su Bai."

Father Meng didn't care about that, "That's not the point, Xiao An, you're not too young, you should..."

"It's time to get married too, right?" Meng Wen'an calmly followed Meng's father's words.

Father Meng's eyes lit up, "That's right, if you don't have someone you like, I can introduce you..."

"Father." Meng Wenan's tone was very calm, but the heart of the butler beside him was tugged.

He understood that this child he had watched grow up, Meng Wenan's calmness at this moment seemed like a volcano about to erupt, and the short-lived calm was just an illusion he gave people.

"You want to know about the relationship between me and A Bai, there's no need to beat around the bush like this." Meng Wenan looked directly at his father, "I really like A Bai very much."

The guess in his heart was confirmed, and Father Meng was furious.

Speaking of this, the corner of Meng Wen'an's lips twitched, adding another firewood to Meng's father's burning anger, "And I'm about to confess to him."

Father Meng's breathing gradually became heavy, and he firmly squeezed the decorative crutch in his hand, and kept pounding it on the wooden floor. The sound was like a dull drum beating. Another "battle report" between father and son was sounded.

The butler looked at Meng Wen'an worriedly, and tried in vain to explain to Meng's father, "Xiao'an, sir, it's also for your own good."

"For my own good, I've heard it too many times." Meng Wen'an spoke sarcastically, "Is it for my own good or his desire to control, heh."

The housekeeper also sighed helplessly, knowing that Meng Wen'an would never stay this time, he urged, "Be careful on the road."

"I know." When Meng Wenan spoke to the butler, his tone became much more gentle, "Thank you, Uncle Gu."

Meng Wenan looked through the car window and looked at the roadsides on both sides. Red decorations can be seen almost everywhere, and most of the passers-by on the road are also happy. Their hurried footsteps indicate their urgency to go home for the New Year.

The word home is often easily associated with words such as harbor and warmth.

But for Meng Wenan, the word "home" reminds him more of quarrels.

But now, thinking of the place he was about to reach, Meng Wen'an couldn't help showing a warm smile, even thinking of Su Bai, it also diluted a lot of bad moods caused by Meng's father.

When he closed the doorknob, Meng Wenan was still thinking in his heart that he originally planned to come back to accompany Su Bai at night, so as to give him a surprise, but now it seems that this surprise can be brought forward.

When the door was opened, there was a slight noise, but Su Bai, who was immersed in the rehearsal at this time, didn't notice it at all.

The elf language, which was as beautiful as singing, fell into Meng Wenan's ears.

Meng Wen'an's ability to imitate language is very strong, even though he hasn't learned Elvish language yet, the sentence just now is not difficult, at least it is not difficult for Meng Wenan.

He recalled Su Bai's tone just now, and repeated it slowly.

After Meng Wen'an made his voice, Su Bai was taken aback. He felt a little nervous, and even stuttered when he spoke, "Meng...Brother Meng? You...Why are you back!"

Didn't you go home to celebrate the New Year with your family?

Meng Wen'an didn't talk about the quarrel with his father. After seeing Su Bai's surprised and happy face as he wished, he smiled and said, "I came here specially to accompany you during the New Year. Do you want to drive me away?"

"of course not!"

Su Bai immediately subconsciously said, "But, Brother Meng, your family..."

"Don't worry." Meng Wen'an said, "I have already told my father, and my mother, she is abroad all year round, and the Spring Festival is not celebrated abroad, so she probably won't be able to get away, and will make a video call later."

Su Bai's eyes immediately became brighter, as if there were countless stars scattered in them.

"However, I also have a question."

"what?"

"What's the meaning of that elf language just now?"

Su Bai's face immediately turned red.