Chapter 1270

"Dad!" See father Zhong this kind of attitude, Zhong Jiaqi immediately anxious, "you say a few words can not ah."

"OK, OK, now that the wings are hard, I can't care about you." Father Zhong was very angry, and his face turned red immediately. It seemed very frightening. She began to worry and shouted, "Dad..."

Mother Zhong, too, was too impatient: "Hey, don't get excited, old man. Calm down, calm down. I'll pour water for you, and you, Zhong Jiaqi, you come with me! "

Zhong's mother only glanced at Fu Zhongting, and then called Zhong Jiaqi to enter the kitchen. Zhong Jiaqi looked at Fu Zhongting with some worry. After getting a reassuring look from Fu Zhongting, she went in with Zhong's mother.

Today, Fu Zhongting specially wore the suit he bought with Zhong Jiaqi last time. It looks very young. Although he and Zhong are only ten years away from each other, they seem to be in two completely different states. It's not against Fu Zhongting's calling for uncle Zhong.

In the kitchen, Zhong Jiaqi is a little absent-minded and holds the tea leaves. Her eyes are often turned away. Accidentally, she has sprinkled nearly half of the tea cups. She comes here with a kettle. Seeing her appearance, she can't help but scold: "don't look, your father can't eat it. Tea doesn't need money. Take it away."

Zhongjiaqi is pushed aside by Zhongmu, and looks at Zhongmu taking out the tea from the tea cup. She looks a little angry, but when she sees Zhongmu taking two cups, she immediately smiles and embraces Zhongmu: "I know it's better for her."

"Don't make me laugh. I'm the way to treat people. It's not for you. What I should say is still what I should say."

"Oh. When the tea is ready, I'll go out first. " Zhong Jiaqi couldn't help saying that she took up two cups of tea and went out.

Seeing this, mother Zhong did not know what to say. She shook her head and sighed at last.

When all the people came to her, she couldn't drive them out with a broom. What's more, Fu Zhongting's awe inspiring manner, to be honest, made them have a sense of awe.

Fu Zhongting is still standing at this time. Zhong Jiaqi puts two cups of tea on the tea table and stabs him in the hand: "sit down."

They are suites. Although the area is not small, they are oppressed by Fu Zhongting's standing.

Father Zhong's face was grim, his face was full of displeasure, the atmosphere was a little stalemate, and mother Zhong came out. Seeing such a scene, he said to Fu Zhongting, "sit down first."

"Well, thank you, aunt."

Mother Zhong opens her mouth and says to her, "Jiaqi, go ahead."

"Mom." Zhong Jiaqi is in a hurry and shakes her head desperately.

Mother Zhong's face was never severe: "you really don't listen to us now, do you?"

"If what you say is reasonable, I will listen naturally, but if your request is so unreasonable, how do you let me listen?"

"You -"

see Zhong Jiaqi and her parents quarrel again, Fu Zhongting says at this time: "OK, Jiaqi, you go first."

Zhong Jiaqi looked at him, eager to talk, but finally stood up in the eyes of Fu Zhongting and walked towards her bedroom.

Zhongfu and Zhongmu see all this in their eyes, and they also have a lot of feelings in their hearts. They didn't expect that their daughter would not listen to them, but listen to Fu Zhongting.

Is it true that women don't stay at all?

Zhong Jiaqi stood in the room, very nervous, pacing back and forth, she opened the door a crack, want to hear what they said outside, but her father cold drink: "close the door, in."

She could only shut the door and waited anxiously in the room.

The sound insulation effect of the door is still very good. Her ears are pasted on the door, and she can't hear it at all. She can't help stamping her feet.

She was worried about what to do if Fu Zhongting and her parents broke down. On which side she would stand, her relatives, her lovers, and her hands, hands and backs were full of meat. She was in a dilemma.

It's a long time to wait. It's only ten minutes. But for her, it's like a century.

Every second is burning.

When the door outside finally rang, her patience was really worn out. She jumped up and ran to open the door.

Outside the door stood mother Zhong, her face taut, unable to see any emotion.

Zhongjiaqi immediately looks out. In the living room, only Zhongfu is still sitting, and Fu Zhongting's figure has disappeared. Zhongjiaqi is in a hurry and shouts to Zhongmu, "Dad, where are Zhongting people?"

"Gone." Said Zhong mu.

"What?" Hearing this, Zhong Jiaqi's face suddenly changed. Without saying anything, she rushed out and pushed her mother to one side.

"You child..." Mother Zhong looks at Jiaqi Zhong. She really doesn't know what to say.

However, when Zhong Jiaqi ran to the living room, she suddenly saw Fu Zhongting coming out of the kitchen with an apron on. She was stunned and stood there at a loss: "you...""Don't be surprised. Come in and fight." With that he turned back to the kitchen.

Zhongjiaqi looks at Zhongfu and Zhongmu. From their expressions, they can't see any other emotions, but they have no objection. So zhongjiaqi can't help but run towards the kitchen.

In the kitchen, Fu Zhongting is killing fish.

Then Zhong Jiaqi came to him and whispered, "Hey, what's the matter? I thought my parents really drove you out and scared me to death."

Fu Zhongting, while killing the fish cleanly, said: "how can I? Who am I? I'll pick the vegetables right away."

"Oh." Zhong Jiaqi took the celery over there and looked out secretly. Seeing her parents sitting on the sofa and turning on the TV, she went to Fu Zhongting and asked, "what did you say to my parents? Why didn't they drive you away? "

"Do you want your parents to drive me away?"

"Of course not, but I'm afraid."

"Don't worry, I won't let you get caught in the middle." Fu Zhongting looked at Zhong Jiaqi and said calmly.

But for Zhong Jiaqi, it was like a warm current flowing into her heart. She looked up at Fu Zhongting and said, "but I don't want to see you in trouble, so if my parents let you suffer, I apologize to you."

"No, don't worry."

"And what did you say?" Zhong Jiaqi is really curious to death. I don't know what Fu Zhongting said, but I still have their kitchen.

"Secret."

"Cough." A cough suddenly came from behind, interrupting the conversation between Zhong Jiaqi and Fu Zhongting. Zhong Jiaqi hurriedly stood aside.

Mother Zhong said at the door, "what do you two do? Whet your chirp. At your speed, when can we have lunch? Go out, I'll come."