Chapter 397

Ling Xuan couldn't believe it. He was waiting outside for his father and... Jiang Fuyue?!

Although only one side face was exposed, the girl's figure was silently watched and secretly looked at by him for many times, and he could recognize it at a glance.

It's her, that's right!

Soon, the family driver arrived in the car. Ling Qingzhou sat in the car and said, "go home."

Ling Xuan couldn't come back for a long time.

Until——

"Child?" an old lady patted him on the shoulder. "Are you okay? Why are you sitting on the road alone?"

Ling Xuan's eyes were blank.

The old lady asked again, "is something wrong?"

Lingxuan stood up without saying a word and stumbled away.

His mind is in a mess now. He can't think normally at all.

Dad and Jiang Fuyue?

How can these two people intersect?

When did they meet?

Why come to the bar late at night?

There are a few small moves of his father just now. He has never been so meticulous to anyone, including his mother and his son!

But to Jiang Fuyue

Lingxuan didn't dare to think any more. For the first time, he had the idea of deceiving himself and others.

He stopped a taxi, sat in and asked the driver to drive to Lingjia villa.

"Hurry up."

Therefore, he and Ling Qingzhou came home almost at the same time.

"Where have you been so late?" the man frowned, changed his slippers and walked to the living room.

Lingxuan stood still and suddenly shouted, "Dad -"

Ling Qingzhou looked back and saw him standing in the porch, his head bowed, and he didn't change his shoes. The wrinkles between his eyebrows deepened, so he couldn't help looking at and examining.

"What?"

"Where have you been tonight?" he asked.

This question, such a tone, deja vu.

It happened only once not long ago.

Ling Qingzhou: "what's the matter with you? You learn like your mother. Where do I need to report to you?"

The last sentence is too harsh.

When he said it, Ling Qingzhou realized this.

But his words have been spoken, and it is difficult to recover. He is a strict father. He has no habit of being soft in front of his son, so he can only be so stiff.

"Oh..." a chuckle escaped from the young man's lips.

Ling Xuan changed his slippers and walked calmly to the man without any emotion. He called him: "Dad."

Ling Qingzhou looked at his son, who was almost as tall as himself, and frowned.

Children have emotions, which he still has.

"Mom is in the bedroom."

Ling Qingzhou: "

"You'd better go to the guest room and wash it. See her again, or you can stay in the guest room. It smells strange and choking."

Ling Qingzhou's eyes suddenly sank.

Lingxuan half closed his eyelids, so that people couldn't see the specific emotion, and then crossed him and went straight upstairs.

……

The next day, Ling Xuan went to school as usual.

But obviously avoid Jiang Fuyue.

He didn't have the courage to directly question his father's relationship with her, but he couldn't stop his curiosity.

He wanted to ask Jiang Fuyue, but the consequences of this question were incalculable.

Pride, like him, is ridiculous and sad when he is so timid and embarrassed.

In particular, they also have to participate in the semi closed training before the league game. They spend most of their time in the same training class, looking up and down.

He tried to keep an ordinary mind, but he couldn't help but care.

Fortunately, after that, I never saw what the two people had to do, and their father's body had no more pungent perfume.

One day, when he came home from school, he saw Zhou Qin's face finally turned sunny for many days. "Mom, have you met anything happy?"

"Ah Xuan, last time..." she was a little embarrassed and embarrassed. "I may have misunderstood your father."

Ling Xuan was stunned.