Chapter 92：

Lesley immediately took the photo back to the newspaper, regardless of whether the two men are the protagonists of the photo - two men, tomorrow’s headlines are enough Madden!

He has envisioned a steady stream of bonuses for his future.

The guards sent the two to each other to the manor in the country.

In the center of the open lake, there is a manor that covers an area of ​​nearly 1,000 square meters.

"Sir, Comms Manor is here."

"Okay!" Lingsen 昊 took the baggage out of the trunk and moved in. He and Mo Shaoqing walked slowly along the path along the river.

Through a maple forest path, the manor is fully displayed in the view of Mo Shaoqing.

This is a three-story, one-story manor with a row of beautiful windows on the beige carved wall, with a sky-blue roof, very bright in the sun, and a spire on each side of the mansion. . There are two acres of beautiful violets on both sides of the garden.

Lingsen said: "This is the Comms Manor, the place I grew up from childhood."

"You said that your parents will not like me. After all, I am still a man..." Mo Shaoqing was thinking about this problem along the way. It turns out that this problem is really bad to answer without contacting Ans’ parents. .

"Actually, this is also called the Violet Manor. Because there are a lot of violets here, do you know why so many violets are planted?"

Lingsen said from his own self: "The flower language of Violet is eternal love, the violet is produced in the southern part of the continent, and the violet in city A is the most beautiful. The reason is that the patriarch of the Lawrence family wanted to be the prince of the F country hundreds of years ago. Courtship, recruiting a large number of excellent gardeners to cultivate the most beautiful violet in the world, and later he succeeded, the prince was touched by him, so he gave up the identity of the heir to the throne and he came to country B, two people moved out of St. Fort Burton, spend a lifetime here."

After Lingsen’s remarks, his eyes looked eagerly at Mo Shaoqing.

Mo Shaoqing stunned, why is the story of this prince different from that in the fairy tale? How do you feel a little weird...

"Your patriarch is...?"

"man!"

Mo Shaoqing knows that Ling Senzhen said that these are just to tell him that their family is a precedent for men to fall in love, so that he should not be nervous.

"I know." The two men smiled at each other, ten fingers clasped together, and walked into the manor together.

Comms Estate

"A few days ago, Mori said that he would bring his boyfriend home. Why didn't he come here?" Lingmu pacing back and forth at the door, but touched Mr. Lawrence, who calmly read the book.

Lingmu rushed forward and took the book in his hand: "Hey, why are you not nervous at all? This is the first time that Mori brought back with a friend. After a while, you are softer, if you scare my daughter-in-law I can't finish with you."

"Yes, ma'am, I know." Mr. Lawrence raised his hand and surrendered.

"Hey!" Claire snickered.

But it was captured by Lingmu, and she glanced at her: "You don't feel proud, don't talk in a moment, and invite your brother and sister to hate."

"Know, mother, I don't say anything for a while."

Ling mother shouted like a kitchen: "Xuanyue, is the food ready?"

Xuanyue said with a voice: "I am ready to go back to my wife, and the young lady is preparing for the cooking. It is all Chinese food!"

Lingmu had been shooting the dust that did not exist on her body, suddenly a meal: "Amount... OK, I will try the food first."

"Oh--" After the people left, Claire couldn't help but laugh again. "Haha, father, you see your mother is anxious, you are not idle in the morning-"

"Well, you are also ready to prepare." Mr. Lawrence concealed his smile and said that he should change his clothes.

"Follow, father!" Claire made a joke and retired.

Mo Shaoqing and Lingsen walked slowly into the manor. Unlike the leisure in the castle, the whole manor came and went in the maids dressed in maid costumes.

"They are...?" Mo Shaoqing asked.

Lingsen knows that these people are doing the final preparations. "It's okay."

When the servants saw the two together, they immediately stopped their work and greeted them neatly.

Mo Shaoqing was shocked by this situation. "Good, you are good."

Lingsen swayed his hand: "Okay, let's go busy, Shaoqing, I will take you to see my parents first."

Two people pushed the door open and found that the living room was empty.

Mo Shaoqing: "..."

"They are not there?"

"No, it should be, mother -"

kitchen

Hilly stopped the action in her hand. "Mother, I seem to hear the voice of Ans--"

The two looked at each other and immediately put down all the movements in their hands and came out to meet them.

Lingmu has not seen her son for a long time, and suddenly saw a man with a tall door, and his heart was filled with sadness. "Sen Wei - my son!"

"Mother." Although Ling Senzhen did not clearly show it, but his face also showed a moving look.

The two exchanged a hug, and Lingsen introduced to Mo Shaoqing: "This is my mother, this is my nephew, Hilli."

Mo Shaoqing nodded and said hello: "Hello, I am Mo Shaoqing."

After Mo Shaoqing greeted him, he carefully looked at the two women in front of him. Although Lingmu is almost sixty, but it is well-prepared and looks like it is less than fifty. A pair of narrow and long phoenix eyes, but at the moment it reveals kindness, the fine lines on her face can't cover her beautiful face, I can imagine how beautiful she should be in her youth.

The other is Lingsen’s big sister, Shirwei, who looks more than forty. The face of the standard ozhou beauty is tall and slender, wearing a white lace skirt, and the golden brown big waves outline the perfect face.

"You are Shaoqing--" Lingmu looked at Mo Shaoqing up and down, nodded, and praised: "It looks so good. Good boy, here is your home, don't be restrained."

Although Hilli can't understand Huaxia, she can also see that her mother is very satisfied with the young boy in front of her. She smiles and walks forward: "Hello, Shaoqing, I have already heard you from Ans."

"Hello." Mo Shaoqing also gave him a ceremony.

"Don't lie, hungry, you are so hungry, I made a big meal today, and I'm going to have a big meal! Let's go to the moon! Let's go and call the gentleman and the old gentleman, oh oh, and Miss, day. I always forget that she is back!" Lingmu took Mo Shaoqing to the restaurant while she kept her mouth shut.

Lingsen said: "Sister is back too?"

Lingmu smiled and said: "Yes, the girl came back from abroad and said that she would help you see each other!"

After Mo Shaoqing and Ling Senzhen were seated, Miss Lawrence was late.

She speaks fluent Chinese, and people don't arrive first: "I blame my mother, let me prepare, it's late~"

Miss Lawrence’s face is more westernized than Lingsen’s, and looks like Lingsen’s eldest brother.

In this way, what Ling Senzhen said was that he was born "accidentally", and it is indeed a bit.

Mr. Lawrence helped the Duke of Lawrence slow down from the spiral staircase. On the last floor, Duke Lawrence pushed his son away and picked up his cane and walked slowly to the restaurant.

"Father -" Ling mother took the cane and put it on, helping the Duke of Lawrence open the chair and wait for him to sit down.

The Duke of Lawrence has a thick white beard, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the high nose, a deep nest of bird's nest, and a pair of muddy dark blue scorpions.

Mr. Lawrence is a young replica of the Duke of Lawrence.

It is worth mentioning that both of them are wearing a fitted dress, as if they are going to the dinner party.

Mo Shaoqing knew that this was the Lawrence family's emphasis on himself and quickly got up and said hello.

The Duke of Lawrence had a pair of eyes through the glasses and directed at Mo Shaoqing: "Are you an Ans boyfriend?"

"Yes, Duke adults." Mo Shaoqing directly looked at the old man's gaze.

"Oh, you are very good, sit down the child." The light in the eyes of the Duke of Lawrence was dark again.

"Okay, open the meal!" Mr. Lawrence announced.

In addition to Mo Shaoqing Lingmu, others made some prayers, and when the Duke of Lawrence moved the chopsticks, everyone raised their chopsticks.

Lingsen is not inherited the Lawrence gene, the Duke of Lawrence and Mr. Lawrence are not many people, and the table is silent.

Mo Shaoqing looked at the Chinese table full of tables, and was very touched. I didn't expect Lingmu to be so intimate and prepared all of this for him. All the previous concerns were also left behind.

Mo Shaoqing tasted a sweet and sour fish, and the thick sour soup suddenly flowed into his stomach. Then there was a fishy smell pouring into the mouth, which evoked Mo Shaoqing’s desire to vomit.

However, in the face of the Lawrence family, it is indeed impossible to make such an unreasonable move. Mo Shaoqing resisted the uncomfortable swallowing.

Lingsen was the first person to discover that Mo Shaoqing’s face was wrong. He took a chopstick and tasted a piece of fish. Even he felt that there was a faint smell, not to mention the younger lady who was pregnant.

"Come, I will help you to spit it out."

"No, no." Mo Shaoqing refused the help of Lingsen, and took a sip of boiled water to suppress the smell of fish.

"What's the matter? Is it not the appetite?" Lingmu's most worried thing happened. Hilli did not deal with Chinese food, but she was very eager to learn, and she could not bear to fight her self-confidence. Sure enough, I fell face in front of the guests.

"I am fine, I am fine!" Mo Shaoqing waved his hand, but the pale face could not fool people.

"I am sorry, I am not good, I went to call the doctor!" Hilly quickly stood up and prepared to call.

"No, don't go, I have something important to announce." Ling Senzhen stopped Hillway's move.

Everyone was curious, but they saw that Ling Sen had cleared his throat and had an unprecedented joy on his face. It seems that there is something big to announce.

Lingsen said: "Actually, Shaoqing, he is only pregnant, this is not the case...not that it is not good enough!"

"Pang--" Mr. Lawrence's cutlery and porcelain plates gave a loud, crisp sound that proved his inner vibration at the moment.