Chapter 364

Yi zhileng supervised Zhong Ziang to finish his homework, put it away and put it in his schoolbag before leaving.

It's called: "I'll bring it to your teacher tomorrow. I can't run away with a praise. Make it harder!"

Zhong Ziang: "... Get out!"

Yi CI left, stepping at the pace of refusing to recognize his relatives, very arrogant.

Back home, it was getting late, and the nanny stood at the door: "the young master is back."

"Yes."

"You can eat soon."

"I'll go upstairs and change my clothes."

When he came down, Yi Hansheng was already sitting in the dining room and looked like waiting for him.

Yi CI gave a meal at his feet: "rare guests."

At ordinary times, I can't see others at all.

Yi Hansheng said, "what are you talking about, smelly boy?"

Yi CI opened his chair and sat down. He grabbed his chopsticks and put a chicken leg in his mouth, "fragrant -"

Yi Hansheng: "

The nanny brought the last dish: "Sir, you can eat."

"Yes."

She consciously returned to the kitchen, leaving only father and son in such a big dining room.

"Cough... Why did you come back so late today?"

Yi CI glanced at him obliquely: "do you know when I usually come back?"

“……”

"If you don't know, say 'late'? Are the presidents as lax as you?"

Yi Hansheng's face was completely black with a brush: "smelly boy, you stick your upper body?"

Yi CI gnawed at the chicken leg and flew to his father with a look of "you know, don't provoke me".

"..." grass!

After a while, Yi Hansheng said with a straight face, "I heard you quit your tutor?"

"Oh."

"You're just --"

Yi CI: "what happened last semester? Why do you ask now? I thought you acquiesced if you didn't say anything."

“……”

"Well, I'm ready. Take your time." then he took a paper towel and wiped his mouth, ready to leave.

"Stop!"

Yi CI: "

Yi Hansheng coughed: "... Sit down."

"Why?"

"Our father and son haven't talked for a long time. Sit down and talk."

Yi CI stared at him like a ghost: "have we talked?"

"..." the gentle father collapsed in a second.

"Old man, are you all right?" Yi CI stepped forward and looked carefully. Yes, it's his father, Yi Hansheng. Is it not

"You were pierced by a soul?!"

“……”

"Yi CI! Why don't you talk to me!"

"Oh, it seems that there is no soul to wear." Yi CI sat back. "Say, what's the matter? It's all roundabout. Except finding me a stepmother, everything else is easy to discuss."

Yi Hansheng muttered, "no big or small..."

Then he said, "is the daughter of the owner of Jiangji pancake shop the same grade as you?"

Zhong Ziang's expression was strange: "why do you ask this?"

Did his old man find out that he liked Jiang Fuyue? Ready to be polite first and then fight with a stick?!

It doesn't make sense. Doesn't he care?

Yi Hansheng thought of the survey data he got this afternoon: "her name is Jiang Fuyue?"

Yi Ci's face changed slightly, and his tone was cold and hard: "you investigate me?"

Yi Hansheng's eyes were confused: "check you?"

He wants to check Jiang Fuyue. What does his son do?

Yi CI didn't solve his doubts: "you're really enough. If you want to show your father's love, please use some normal means, thank you."

Then he walked away.

Yi Hansheng was very confused.

Last time he asked people to check the advertising company, but he found nothing. Later, he remembered that Jiangda said that this sign was brought back by his daughter. Yi Hansheng asked people to check the boss's daughter.

I didn't expect to find something.

The boss's daughter is Jiang Fuyue. She studies in No. 1 middle school. She is in different classes at the same level as Yi CI. She has recently made outstanding achievements in the competition of two disciplines.

But in addition, no direct relationship between her and the four words on the sign was found.

Yi Hansheng originally wanted to take this opportunity to ask his son if he knew Jiang Fuyue. Unexpectedly, he reacted so much.

"Eat explosives?"

Yi CI returned to the room and became more and more uneasy.

The old man suddenly mentioned Jiang Fuyue. What do you mean?

But he never chased hard and asked the bottom of the matter. It seems that he really just asked casually.

What about Yi Hansheng?

After Zhong Ziang's dining room, he had no appetite.

Get up and go back to the study.

Since the son couldn't ask anything, he didn't intend to ask any more. He only told the other side: "go deep! Be sure to find out the origin of this sign first."

The other: "if you really want to find out, why don't you ask her directly?"

Yi Hansheng: "don't worry, I don't have much information in my hand. Even if I ask, I can't judge whether the answer is true or false. Even if I have to ask face-to-face, I have to wait..."

Only when he gets enough data and information can he make accurate screening and rational judgment.

If that person is still alive

Yi Hansheng closed his eyes and closed his eyes: after 20 years, he must live!

Since God let him see those four words and hope, please be kind to the end. Don't plunge him into the abyss of despair when he is about to see the dawn.

……

Under the same moonlight, the Ling family.

"Ah Xuan, drink milk."

"Thank you, mom." Ling Xuan took it over and put it aside. He was not in a hurry to drink.

"Still need to study?" Zhou Qin looked at his desk. It was either a test paper or an exercise book. There was also a computer that was always on, which was convenient for checking data.

"Well, it's still early. You can make another set of test papers."

Zhou Qin: "isn't the competition over? You should relax appropriately and don't push yourself too hard."

Ling Xuan: "the physical competition is over, but the Mathematical Olympiad has just begun."

"You......" Zhou Qinmu Lu was helpless. "I don't know who I'm competing with. I'm so desperate."

Ling Xuanmu was stunned, and Jiang Fuyue's face flashed in his mind for the first time.

Fight?

He just didn't want to be too far from her.

"By the way, ah Xuan, I received a phone call from the school this morning and said that your escort notice came down. It's the school of physics of Q University. The major is optional. What do you think?"

Ling Xuan didn't speak.

Zhou Qin pursed her lips and stopped talking.

"Mom, what do you think?" he suddenly raised his eyes.

Zhou Qin was relieved and a little guilty: "Q university is a good school, but physics..."

She paused: "I don't mean to interfere with you, but ah Xuan, I hope you can consider whether this major is really suitable for you and what your plan for the future is before making a decision."

"If you are interested in physics and plan to go on this road for a long time, your mother absolutely supports it. But if you don't really love it, think carefully and don't make do with it because of the escort."

"In our family, no matter what your college entrance examination results are, there are ways to let you receive the best education, so don't put too much pressure on yourself."

Zhou Qin has this confidence, and so does the Ling family.

If you do well, stay at home, go to a first-class university, and then go abroad for gold plating; The test is not good and simple. Go abroad directly and reach the designated position in one step.

"Mom, do you want me to study business?" lingxuan flashed in his eyes.

Zhou Qin did not hide it, but generously admitted: "your father and I have this plan. After all, you are the only son, and the Ling family can't have no heir. However, we also respect your meaning. It's better if both sides can reach an agreement."

Ling Xuan half closed his eyelids and said, "I will seriously consider it."

"Then you'll have an early rest. Mom went out first. Remember to drink the milk."

"OK."

Zhou Qin withdrew from the room and gently brought the door.

Nanny: "madam, the tea is cold."

"OK, I'll come right away."

Zhou Qin sent the nanny to rest, poured the cool tea into the glass, and then carried it into the bedroom.

Ling Qingzhou, wearing a nightgown, leaned against the head of the bed and opened the documents. The wall lamp hit his handsome side face, with a hazy sense of abstinence, and Phnom Penh glasses added more elegance.

Zhou Qin was stunned for a moment.

Years seem to treat this man very favorably. He is almost the same today as he was twenty years ago.

The same handsome, the same serious, the same clear and meaningful, cold, not warm or hot.