One Hundred Ways the Uncle Collapsed

Shaking, he lowered his head and bit his lip, refusing to speak.

Men in their thirties are less visible when they are angry than when they were young.

He just sat there, his brows slightly lowered, his eyes dark and angry.

When the woman who had changed her name to Atobe Kei came in, she happened to see the scene where her husband and son were confronting each other.

With a blink of an eye, Atobe Kei sat down beside Atobe Keigo.

"Jingwu?" She didn't ask her son, but asked about her husband in a low voice.

The man raised his finger and rubbed it against his lips.Kei Atobe knew her husband well, and when he was really angry, this small gesture was the most obvious sign.

Atobe Keigo obviously noticed his wife's gaze, he put down his hand, and said in a low voice, "Ask him."

"Ayan, tell mom what you did?"

The little boy raised his head, looked at his mother timidly, and lowered his head again.

Atobe Kage saw through his son pretending to be pitiful at a glance, and called his name again: "Ayan."

"Mommy."

"Since you don't say anything, then I'm leaving." Atobe King's face darkened, and his voice also cooled down.

"I'm going to climb the mountain." The child said nana.

Atobe Kei's first reaction was more than that simple, otherwise her husband wouldn't be so angry.

"one person?"

"……Um."

"..." Seeing that his son was silent, Atobe King guessed, he pursed his lips and stopped talking.

"Why don't you say it?" Atobe Keigo said, mellow like fine wine, but with ice.

The child raised his head, his big round eyes were very similar to his husband when he was a child.He raised his mouth: "Say what?"

"Tell me about your behavior."

"I have nothing to say!" Keihiko Atobe turned his head and took over the conversation, quite forcefully.

"Then let me help you?" Keigo Atobe raised his eyes to look at his son, "Tricked the housekeeper to go to cram school by himself, turned around and ran to the mountains in the suburbs? Keihiko Atobe, is this how I educated you? Yes. Disregarding the worries of your family and acting recklessly?"

"How about I just ran away from home! Who told you to kill me! The children in the family are educated democratically! You are authoritarian education! Dictatorship! Fascism!" Atobe Jingyan suddenly raised his head, blinked his eyes, and choked.

"Atobe Keihiko, democratic education is to allow you to independently choose your favorite learning style and lifestyle, not to let you act willfully and disregard the feelings of your family!" Keigo Atobe frowned.

"Since democracy, why do you force me to learn it! I obviously don't want to learn it after learning it. I don't like it anymore, but you still force me! You are just lying about democracy!" Keihiko Atobe refuted loudly.

"Free choice does not mean that you give up at will! Painting, swimming, piano, my mother and I have never forced you to choose, and we sincerely respect your choice, but you? You don't want to do it after the novelty wears off. Why do you ask? I earn The money is not for you to squander, nor is it for you to waste the time of the teachers at will." Keigo Atobe was not in a hurry, his fingers were turned over and clasped on the table, and his voice was muffled, "Keiko Atobe, what do you say about me? Is there anything wrong?"

"Anyway, I hate you!!" Keihiko Atobe yelled suddenly, turned around and ran out of the living room.

Atobe King looked back at his husband: "Should I go or you?"

"You go first." Keigo Atobe rubbed his forehead, the tiredness between his brows was evident.

While in a meeting at the company, I suddenly received a phone call from the housekeeper, saying anxiously that the young master had disappeared, and left a note saying that he would hide in the mountains and forests, never to be seen again.

Atobe Keigo sneered, and asked the secretary to directly locate the necklace the little boy was wearing, and decisively asked the secretary to locate the location and bring him back.

As a result, after bringing it back, he was always confident, which made him really angry.

"Thank you." Seeing that her husband was too tired, Kei Atobe leaned over and kissed the corner of his lips lightly, "I'll go ask first."

"Okay." The man pinched the bridge of his nose and exerted force on his hands.

"Ah."

Kei Atobe got up and left the living room, and went to his son's room.

The little boy threw himself on the bed, his face buried in his arms.

Chu Yunjing walked up, sat on the edge of the bed, and gently stroked the back of his head.

She didn't speak, waiting for something.

After a while, the little boy got up and sat down, with his head lowered: "Mommy, I'm sorry."

"So can you tell me what's going on today?" Atobe Jing smiled with gentle eyes.

"It's just...just..." Xiao Jingyan rubbed the corner of his clothes, straightened his lips, and looked up at his mother, "People in class said my father doesn't love me."

"So you are angry with your father?"

When Xiao Jingyan looked at his mother's expression, he saw a smile in her eyes, very gentle.

"He rarely accompanied me to amusement parks."

Atobe King said in surprise: "But he took you to the museum."

Xiao Jingyan: "He didn't come to my parent meeting either."

Atobe King: "But he will accompany you to participate in parent-child activities."

Xiao Jingyan: "He doesn't even buy me any snacks I want!"

Atobe Kei: "But he made you pudding and cake himself."

Xiao Jingyan: "He doesn't even want to hold my hand and walk on the street!"

Atobe King: "That's because you are holding me."

Xiao Jingyan: "He... he won't even tell me bedtime stories!"

Atobe Kei: "But he will say goodnight to you."

"He...I..." Keihiko Atobe scratched his ears, but he couldn't say anything bad about his father, so he could only hang his head in dejection.

"What about now? Do you still think he doesn't love you?" Atobe Kei touched his son's head and watched him shake his head, still unconvinced with puffed cheeks.

"Baby, your father loves you very much." Kei Atobe kissed his tender face and touched it again, "You are his favorite child, how could he not love you."

"Really?" Jing Yan stared strangely.

"Well, but ah, your father may not have learned Mandarin well when he was in junior high school, so he didn't express enough, so it's up to us to talk to him more, okay?"

"Then, when I go to elementary school, I will teach him Mandarin in the future!"

Kei Atobe couldn't hold back for a moment, laughed out loud, touched his son's little head, and bent his eyes: "Okay, let's teach him together, okay?"

"Ah."

"So now, shouldn't we confess to Dad?" asked Atobe Kei.

Xiao Jingyan rubbed his head, pursed his lips and smiled embarrassedly: "Well, there is also the housekeeper uncle."

"Ayan is awesome."

When I went out, I happened to meet the butler bringing up the juice: "Master Jing Yan, this is freshly squeezed juice, Boss asked me to bring it to you."

Xiao Jingyan stood on tiptoe, took the juice, and handed it to his mother first: "Mom, drink first."

"Thank you baby." Atobe Kei touched his son's head, glanced at the butler with the tray in front of him, and smiled.

Xiao Jingyan rubbed his face, put his hands together on the hem of his trousers, and bowed: "Uncle Gu Chuan, I'm sorry! I shouldn't be willful today!"

"Young master is serious, as long as you are fine."

Butler Furukawa left with a tray, and Kei Atobe turned his head and gave his son a thumbs up, mouthing silently: You are awesome.

The little boy shyly scratched the hair on the back of his head.

"Who is it now?"

Thinking of the people in the study, Xiao Jingyan had a bitter expression on his face, but he still patted his chest, pulled up his pants, and ran to the door of the study in a 'thump-thump-thump' manner.

Knock on the door.

"Please come in."

Atobe Keigo was looking at the documents, and when he saw his son coming in, he raised his eyes and did not put down the documents.

"father!"

The little boy ran over, grabbed the desk, blinked and looked at his father.

"Say."

"Dad, I'm sorry, I was wrong today, I promise I won't do it next time!!" Feeling that something was wrong, Xiao Jingyan quickly changed his words, "There will be absolutely no next time!!"

"Dad, I love you very much, and I will never make you angry again."

Atobe Keigo finally put down the document in his hand.

"Jing Yan, come here."

Atobe Keihiko ran over and stood still in front of Atobe Keigo.

The man looked at the child just above knee height standing in front of him.After watching for a long time, I stretched out my hand to rub the little boy's hair: "Jing Yan."

"I love your mother the most, my wife."

"..." Keihiko Atobe was stunned, he didn't expect his father to say such words to him suddenly.

"Don't worry your mother anymore. You are a little man, and you must protect your mother with me."

"Hi!!" Although he didn't understand before, but now he understands!

Protect mother with father, of course he can do it! ! !

The man chuckled, and rubbed his son's head again, his short golden soft hair was blown out.

Keihiko Atobe raised his mouth and quickly smoothed it out.

At the beginning of the evening, after Yunjing finished washing, Keigo Atobe returned to the room.

"How is the talk with your son?" Putting down the magazine in his hand, Kei Atobe stood up and looked at his lover expectantly.

"Huh? Normal." Keigo Atobe didn't answer, took a change of clothes and went into the bathroom.

Kei Atobe followed to the door of the bathroom and watched the man take off his clothes. After so many years, he has maintained a good exercise habit, and his figure is still eye-catching.

"What, tell me." Atobe Kei stretched out his hand and tugged at the clothes he was holding, smiling.

Atobe Keigo glanced at her sideways, walked over, bent down and carried her into the bathroom: "Come with me."

"What are you doing!! I just finished washing!"

"Jing Yan can take care of my sister now."

???

…………I do not want! !

And in Xiao Jingyan's room, the little boy has fallen into a sweet dreamland.

Before going to bed, a goodnight kiss from his father made him dream back and forth in his dreams, with a smile on his face.

Hey.

My name is Keihiko Atobe, the heir of the Atobe family.

My old father, oh no, my father is Keigo Atobe