Chosen unlucky guy

The denim ripped pants full of fashion and design are now really ripped, and the cloth is torn from the place where it was originally intentionally worn, leaving only a little bit that is still barely connected to the upper part; And because of the suddenness of the incident, He Jingle didn't react at all, with one hand still inside, under the watchful eyes of everyone, he bit the bullet and pulled out his hand like a pervert, and laughed dryly: "Haha."

He Hongguang's face turned green with anger, but it's not easy to get angry at this time, because the waiter who spilled the soup looked like a newcomer not long ago, and he didn't look very old, so his face turned pale with fright. Keep bending over to say sorry to them.

Moreover, this private restaurant has been open in the imperial capital for some years. In recent years, relying on its good reputation, the price has also risen accordingly. It is not enough for the waiter to throw away a cup of soup like this. To be aggressive in the name of admonishing the younger generation would also appear to be too narrow-minded and lose grace in front of his own son.

Seeing that the little girl was flustered and even wanted to pick up the ceramic shards on the floor with her hands, He Hongguang said, "You go and ask someone to clean it up, and let the back kitchen make another soup. Don't worry, it's nothing serious. "

The former bowed again as if awakened from a dream, his face flushed, and he stammered, "I, I'll go right away, don't worry, I will definitely compensate you at the original price! I'm really sorry!"

She ran away in a hurry with her head down, she should have called cleaning.

When the door was closed, He Hongguang turned his head, and happened to see his disappointing son beside him, who was about to roll his eyes; when his piercing eyes swept away, He Jingle stopped embarrassingly, and maintained a look that was about to turn over. In this state, he said with difficulty: "Dad, I seem to be blinded by the wind, I feel so uncomfortable—"

"Why didn't the wind pour into your brain to dry out the water inside?"

"..."

He Jingle fell silent, seeing that his father just snorted and didn't intend to lose his temper immediately, so he said with a shy face, "Dad, do you know? There is a shopping mall on the left when you go out."

Seeing that the other party still didn't speak, he decided to make persistent efforts and use what his father said to comfort the little girl shamelessly on himself: "Don't worry, it's nothing serious, just ask Uncle Li to buy me a pair of trousers now." .”

Uncle Li's name is Li Zhengping, and he has been his father's assistant for more than ten years. This time he came to the imperial capital, and he was also among the entourage.

"Oh?" He Hongguang finally opened his mouth under He Jingle's eager gaze, "Shall I ask Uncle Li to buy you another top, in case the new pants don't match your current clothes?"

"Oh, that's not necessary—"

"I bought you a coat, but do I have to buy you a necklace? I have all the necklaces, so I can't justify not buying a pair of shoes?"

He Jingle shut his mouth listlessly, not daring to say a word, and finally heard that his father was hurting him.

A new bowl of soup was brought out, and He Hongguang filled a bowl for himself, and then he put the big spoon in his hand against the side of the pot with a bang, and then he raised his eyes, and started to fill himself with soup listlessly ;It was half filled, and I heard the other party say: "Okay, your Uncle Li is very busy, so don't make trouble for him, okay?"

"...Besides, isn't the house on Ganlu Road prepared for you with clothes for all seasons?" He Hongguang took a sip of the soup slowly, and then continued, "Your aunt Ting also regularly replaces you with new ones, but Ji, you don't believe in my aesthetics, you should always believe in hers, when you go to live tonight—"

"I don't want to live there." He Jingle suddenly interrupted him, and repeated, "I don't want to live there, as long as my pants are rotten."

The bowl was placed heavily on the table, and He Hongguang frowned: "What's wrong with that over there? You are so unwilling to go there, do you know who your Aunt Ting has come to the Imperial Capital for so long?"

"It can't be for me, can it?" He Jingle poked his neck, without even thinking about it, "Don't put all the responsibility on me!"

"Bastard! Not for you or for whom?"

"I don't care who you are for! Even if it is for me, have you asked my opinion, have you asked my aunt Ting's opinion? From her, you firmly hold everything I have done in your own hands , am I a game prop that you use to simulate life, or is it also called for me?"

The father-son war was about to break out, and He Hongguang's chest heaved violently. After a long time, it slowly calmed down, and he stood up abruptly: "I can't live in love, I'm leaving."

He Jingle was still sitting where he was, and never raised his head from the beginning to the end.

The soup in the bowl was cold long ago, he drank a few sips without appetite, stood up, dragged his tattered trousers and walked out the door, but he was afraid of something, as soon as he stepped out of the door with one foot, he saw something different. In the distance, Han Yuan was leaning against the wall of the corridor, with the cigarette in his hand flickering on and off, squinting his eyes and smiling at him: "Hey, isn't this our He Shao?"

After that incident in the bar, he had almost no contact with the other party, but he never expected to run into each other so much, the more he would run into each other when he didn't want to meet.Han Yuan took the cigarette in his hand and walked towards him, casually flicking a piece of ash on the window sill on the way, his smile was the same as before, and there was a bit of attentiveness in his polite manner that he deliberately wanted to be noticed: "I'm here today I thought of you when I was eating, but it turned out to be such a coincidence that I really ran into each other, and we are also destined!"

He Jingle stared at the burning cigarette in the other party's hand, and after a long while, he said, "Smoking is not allowed in this place."

"Hey, what a big deal."

Han Yuan was obedient, and immediately threw the cigarette on the ground, and ground it casually with his feet a few times.

A scorched black stain suddenly appeared on the originally clean thick carpet; He Jingle stared at it for a few times, and suddenly thought for no reason: Just now he was in the private room with He Hongguang, and his father looked at the steaming soup on the floor with an expression Gentle, not angry at all, and even in turn comforting the little girl who messed up.

He knew why He Hongguang did this, and if the other person was still here, he would definitely look down on this kind of behavior that ruined other people's hard cleaning and work.

Maybe he will be ordered not to make friends with this kind of person. ... But thinking about it, his father didn't take much notice of what he did to him over the years, and he was even more picky about the friends he made. The last time his father praised him was when he was in the third year of high school , Xiang Kongshan and Yu Yehao came to his house to play, and they were polite and obedient throughout the whole process. Even so, after the two left, they just said that they had good vision, nothing else.

He was immersed in his own thoughts, and didn't notice that Han Yuan was calling him from the side. When he came back to his senses, Fang Zheng said: "...I just went out to go to the bathroom, and I saw Uncle He coming out of the box, and his expression didn't look very good Okay, what, are you two fighting again?"

He Jingle became irritable when he mentioned this, he didn't want to talk more about it with Han Yuan, so he just said: "No, just chat for a few words."

"That's it." Han Yuan nodded knowingly, and said after a while, "Did I scold you again?...I didn't say, Young Master He, parents of their age are like this. They have worked hard enough in their careers and come back Why do you want to dictate our lives? You are an old guy, you will die sooner or later, now I feel good about cursing, maybe I will not give me a dime if I leave the money in the foundation in the future."

He paused, suddenly felt that what he had said was a bit too much, he went back and added: "It's not about Uncle He, I'm talking about my dad, don't be angry."

The relationship between Han Yuan and his father is not good, everyone in the rich second generation circle knows, and this kind of bad relationship is different from that of He's father and son. Han Yuan's father was romantic in the early days. There are many seeds planted, but all of them are muddy and can't support the wall. Han Yuan is the worst one among them. The ungrateful white-eyed wolf is not much different.

He Jingle didn't say a word, the two walked out of the private restaurant, and then called out abruptly: "Korean won."

Han Yuan turned his head, and he punched the other person in the face. Seeing the latter staggered for a few steps, he gritted his teeth and said word by word: "Try to scold my dad again."

Seeing Han Yuan's ferocious face, he seemed to want to fight back. He suddenly thought of something, turned his head and shouted at the waiter at the front desk of the private restaurant: "Beauty, do you guys who destroy public property here have to be fined?"