I'll kill you if I mix in the entertainment industry

When Kwon Yuli returned home, Kwon Zhiyong was cooking soup in the kitchen.

Kwon Yuri suddenly felt guilty as he looked at the old man who added ingredients one by one according to the recipe he searched on the machine.

Anyway, it's for your own good. In the eyes of the general public, the father's thinking is correct.

"Drink less outside."

Kwon Zhiyong turned off the fire and held the bowl before Kwon Yuli's eyes. He wanted to talk to his daughter again, but when he watched Kwon Yuli drink the wine, his face was blushed. He drank the wine soup with his head down. He held it back for a long time.

"Dad."

Kwon Yong took a look at Kwon Yu and waited for her to speak.

"I understand what you said at the table today."

Kun Zhi Yong sighed silently. He took the new paper bag and slid his nails twice to remove the seal.

"In fact, sometimes I can feel it. Sister Yi-zhen and I are like a layer of yarn apart. It seems that we will never be able to touch each other's most realistic thoughts."

"But I think this is normal, on the one hand, this emotion will be in some way worried; on the other hand, she didn't do anything wrong with me, there is no need to chase after it."

Kwon Zhi Yong was silent on his mouth. He always realized that sincere love for a person was a natural expression of deep affection, a manifestation of love instinct, but it was not a deliberate camouflage.

It's not a movie, there's no telling how to part with life or death, there's nothing to hide.

Kwon Zhi Yong did not take it for granted, and his face did not show up.

Yu Li took the initiative to tell him this, which is a good thing. The change needs to be made bit by bit. He is also learning how to be a father bit by bit.

Although he drank red, Kwon Yuri was still conscious.

At this moment, she watched her father open the bag of paper towels and prepared to hand them over at any time. A strange expression appeared on her face: "Dad, you don't think I can cry... I can't drink and I can't brush my liquor..."

"Oh."

Kwon Zhiyong stopped, he randomly smoked a paper towel, and smashed a snot that did not exist, indicating that his daughter thought too much.

Alas, it's a bit awkward to grow up amongst fathers and daughters.

Ah, how can I say that, although it is a little awkward, Yuli's mood is still quite stable. At the end of the day, we can talk about things.

Watching Yuli finish the soup, Kun Zhiyong put the bowl in the sink and then poured Yuli a glass of water.

"I am a little dissatisfied with Sun Yizhen." Looking at my daughter wanting to argue, Kwon Zhi Yong raised his hand and put an end to it: "This is definitely something to say, not silently accept. Wait until the dissatisfaction reaches the top of your throat, then it is too late. This is not responsible for you."

Kwon Yuli slipped his mouth and his refuted thoughts gradually disappeared.

I'd like to argue with him, but it makes sense.

And Kwong Zhi Yong is even more painful to see this.

What a lovely daughter. If you want to marry her, it hurts!

Besides, if you're married to a good man of eight sutras, forget it, Sun Ye-jin?

I'll kill this man sooner or later!

“It is now clear. In the future, whether Yu Li convinced me or I convinced you, it would be very smooth.Communication is the basis for solving all problems. ”

Kwon Yuli's eyes shone brightly: "Then, how can I convince you, Dad?"

"You shut up."

Kwon Yu-li rolled his eyes. Under the circumstances, he could not be persuaded to go.

Father and daughter are like stones in the toilet, stinky and hard, a mold carved out.

“Of course, at the moment, you and I have different perspectives, and this may be a question of our respective perspectives.”

Kwon Zhiyong sipped his saliva and discovered that Kwon Yuri had already begun to look at his phone with his head down.

"Yuri, you..."

"Dad, how many more dates can I arrange for you?"

Kwon Zhiyong:???

Kwon Yuri was serious, but he was a bit confused.

"The topic jumped so big?"

nonono!

Kwon Yuri shook his finger: "Isn't this all about emotions? Isn't this the special session on emotions tonight?"

"According to the age, the average family will also rush to get married first, right? Dad, don't worry, solve your own problems first."

"My brother and sister of the same generation, I am your father."

"Yes, my dad is not married, my daughter, even less urgent."

"Bullshit, I'm not getting married. How did you get here?"

"No," Kwon Zhiyong is still relatively sober. "Now Kwon Yuri is playing gossip:" I'm talking about your problem. "

"My question? Isn't that complete? Neither of us can convince anyone."

Kwon Zhi is speechless, as if it were true.

At least this evening, the senses can't talk about anything. He hasn't grabbed Sun Ye-zhen's tail yet.

"I am serious. In these two years, Dad can still give birth to my brothers and sisters. In a few years, I may not have a chance."

Hmm... Kwon Zhi touched his chin and gave Yu a brother and sister...

Yuri did not object, of course he was willing.

But Xu Zhuxuan's condition was enough. At least for two years.

Cut her down and let her get pregnant?

Hee...

"You look very willing now," Kwong Zhi Yong shook his head, "I'm afraid I'll find you a mother, you won't accept it."

Kwon Yuri was stunned and did not speak.

Dad is so rich, it's normal to find a young one. It's just...

"I have to think about it. I'll give you an answer tomorrow."

Kwon Yu's expression was graceful, and he said it in earnest for a limited time.

Kwon Zhiyong:...

………………

Yu Li should have slept late last night. Kwong Zhiyong drank too much water for the night and saw the lights in Yu Li's house still on.

The girl really thought about it.

Mr Kwon said he was helpless, a problem that could be more difficult to solve than Yuli and Sun Yi-zhen's.

Waking up to wash, last night's breakfast, the rest of the pot was warm, Kwon Zhiyong drove to the company.

It was very busy in the morning, and L.Y.F. wanted to close the stage with Lotte, even if it was only for a while, he had to plan well.

Kwon Zhi was busy all morning in a stack of overstacked documents.

It's almost noon. Xu Zhuxuan is here.

"Last night, when you came home, you and Sister Yuri didn't argue, did you?"

Kwon Zhiyong shook his head and moved his butt to indicate that Xu Zhuxuan sat down.

Xu Zhuxuan looked at the position where Kwon Zhiyong gave up, struggled a few times and still walked over to sit down.

Well... just sat down and was touched, this SP...

"I talked to Yuri last night and didn't get anything out of the relationship, but it also eased the antagonism between us."

Kun Zhi Yong sighed: "I have been exposed several times, and every time I feel that Sun Ye-zhen is a poison packed with sugar coat, but is there any evidence."

"Yu Li has a good point. At least now, Sun Yizhen is really good to her. I can't convince Yu Li."

"Can you convince me if you continue to touch it?"

"That's not the same, hey, Zhu Xuan, I..."

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Xu Zhu Xuanhong tidied up his messy hair and quickly hid in the rest room. Outside the door was Kwon Yu Li's greetings.

"Dad, are you there?"

Kwon Zhiyong lay on the boss's chair and ignited the champagne.

Damn, it's always this time of year. It's a fucking dog writer.

"Yes, don't knock."

Kun Zhi Yong exhaled and organized the lower clothes to get up and open the door.

"Smoking again."

Kwon Yuri frowned, and Kwon Zhi Yong was reluctant to strangle him.

Xu Zhuxuan, who was in the lounge, also turned on the cell phone surveillance and looked at the father and daughter.

She is still thinking if Kwon Yuli and Kwon Zhiyong fight, whether she will go out to relieve it, then she will have to find some excuse.

Just a word from Yuri Kwon.

"Dad, I also understand your situation. I will help you chase Li Chun-peng."

I'm fucking...

Xu Zhuxuan stared at him, unscrewed the door and walked out.