Senior, cut off your sleeve?

Early the next morning, the sun had already risen high, and the warm sunlight came in through a crack in the window. Dong Xi'an slowly opened his eyes, and when he woke up, he sat up suddenly.

At first glance, Liu Zhiyu who was supposed to be lying on the bed had long since disappeared, while he who was sitting by the bed was lying on the bed with a quilt on his body.

Dong Xi'an hurriedly went downstairs, where Gan Qiang and Mo Ye and his wife were working hard on the problem. Gan Qiang watched him come down, as if he knew what he was going to say, and said firstly: "Holding Yu is better, and I have already gone to work." , there is something to eat on the table, hurry up and come over and teach me, I am not very good at this question..."

"Oh..." When Dong Xi'an heard that Liu Juyu had recovered, the big stone in his heart dropped. He ate breakfast happily and went to make up lessons for Gan Qiang Moye.

In the middle of making it up, Dong Xi'an suddenly remembered that he hurried out last night and didn't go back all night. His mother must have been worried, and hurried home again.

When Zhang Jing woke up early in the morning, the first thing she did was to go to Dong Xi'an's room to have a look. Seeing that Dong Xi'an's room was empty, Zhang Jing knew that Dong Xi'an hadn't returned overnight.

Zhang Jing knew her son very well. If Dong Xi'an was fine, he would never have woken up at this point.

In the past, Zhang Jing always supervised Dong Xi'an and strictly required him to go to bed early and get up early, but Dong Xi'an would always hide under the covers and play with his mobile phone until late at night, and then stay in bed the next day.

"Where did this kid die?"

Dong An, who was doing stretching exercises at the side, heard that his wife was worried about his adult son again, and replied casually: "I say you, don't make a fuss about it, your son is not a child anymore, he also has his own thoughts ,you……"

"What do you mean I make a fuss over a molehill? I don't care about my son. What's wrong? Is it wrong for a mother to care about her son? I think you are heartless."

As soon as Zhang Jing heard her husband say that she was making a fuss out of a molehill, she came up angrily and refuted loudly.

"All right, all right. I'm heartless. It's rare to come to accompany my son once. If you just talk about it every day, I'll get tired of listening to him even if he doesn't bother me."

"Okay, old Dong, do you think I'm long-winded now?" The two have been married for so many years, Dong An has always been submissive to Zhang Jing in everything, and rarely quarreled. Annoyed, I feel really wronged.

In my heart, I obviously really care about my son, even if my husband doesn't agree, but I still despise myself.

"I think when you married me back then, you swore that you would treat me well all your life and never dislike me. Now that you're better, when you're older, you start to dislike me." A few years old things come.

Dong An saw that he had made his wife unhappy, and quickly comforted him in a low voice, "Oh, my dear wife, I was wrong, I was wrong, it's all my fault, I'm heartless, hit me up, Don't be angry, okay?"

Zhang Jing was angry to herself, shook off Dong An's hand, turned to the side, and wiped away the unwarranted tears on her face.

When Dong Xi'an opened the door and came in, he saw the humble Dong An pulling his face forcefully, trying to tease Zhang Jing with an exaggerated and distorted grimace, while his mother was so amused that he blossomed with joy.

"Ouch, who made my most beautiful, most virtuous and generous mother angry?" Dong Xi'an exaggeratedly shouted as soon as he entered the door, holding Zhang Jing who was crying and laughing.

"Oh, mother, don't be angry, too much anger is not good for your health, and it's easy to get wrinkles. If you do that, you won't be beautiful."

"Where did you go last night? Call me if you don't know, you bastard!"

When Zhang Jing saw that Dong Xi'an was back, she was no longer angry with Dong An, and turned to ask Dong Xi'an Xingshi for the crime.

Dong Xi'an saw that this preemptive attack was not very effective, so he could only do it truthfully, "One of my...friends is sick, and he is pitiful by himself, so your kind-hearted and handsome son can take care of him."

"Really? It's a girl? From which family? Is it good-looking? Bring it to me some other day?" Zhang Jing heard that she was going to take care of a friend, thinking that Dong Xi'an had a girlfriend and didn't tell her, so she hurriedly asked.

"Oh, mother, man, you are a big man, why do you think about everything!" Dong Xi'an was very helpless, he actually wanted to tell mother loudly, yes, that man is your son's sweetheart, You have seen it before.

But, no, at least not yet. Saying it this way might scare Zhang Jing to the point of fainting. I can only call the man I have kept in my heart for a long time a friend.

As soon as Zhang Jing heard that they were friends, the point was still that he was a man, so she didn't ask any further questions. She simply gave Dong Xi'an a few words, and then went to the kitchen to prepare lunch.

Dong Xi'an also took advantage of this time to go to the room and study the script carefully.

Watching her son go upstairs, Zhang Jing poked her head out of the kitchen and chatted with Dong An without saying a word.

"Old Dong, do you think our Xiaoan has been hurt by some girl? Otherwise, why would he be so careless about his marriage?"

"Probably not!" Dong An knew that his wife would ask this question again, and didn't know how to answer it, so he could only be vague and perfunctory.

"Then why does he always avoid this question? He doesn't really like men, does he?"

When he was in college, every time Dong Xi'an went home, he would always talk about Liu Zhiyu with Zhang Jing, long and short, inside and outside, every word and every word could not be separated from Liu Zhiyu.

At that time, Zhang Jing only thought that his son had made a very good friend, and he didn't take it to heart.

Until one time when she was shopping for groceries, she came back and passed a small alley, where a bar was opened, but there were people coming and going in the bar, and there were men in pairs, shoulder to shoulder, arm in arm, chatting with each other. The appearance is extremely intimate.

It was only later that she learned that the new bar was designed to entertain people with special sexual orientations, and for the first time she learned the true meaning of the word coming out.

Later, when she really wanted to test whether her son had come out of the closet, Dong Xi'an never mentioned Liu Juyu again, not a single word.

Gradually, this matter was forgotten, until now, seeing that his son has no intention of marrying a wife, this idea has resurfaced.

It's not that Zhang Jing can't accept her son coming out of the closet, it's just that in the eyes of others, this matter is not normal after all, and Dong Xi'an is still a popular star, if this is true, she is afraid that her precious son will be criticized.

"This one……"

Dong An has seen his son's mind since the time Liu Juyu came to eat, but he just thought that his son's own affairs should be left to him. As a father, he can't decide his mind, but as long as he can Be happy, nothing else matters.

"My son can like whoever he likes. As long as he is happy, I'm content. I don't have the energy to take care of the rest!"

After hearing this, Zhang Jing shut up, turned around and continued cooking.

Also, as a parent, as long as the son is happy, nothing else matters.