Marrying a Pharmacist: Duke, I May Poison You

"Father, it's not my son that I look down on you. You said you are also the lord of a city, how could you be scared like a bear." Zhao Nanchen listened to his father's instructions and put his legs on the table with disdain. Looked at the city lord with contempt.

The city lord looked at his son’s disapproval look, and was anxious to use the family law he hadn’t used for many years. He looked for a feather duster round and round: "Bear-like? I don’t know how to respect your father if I don’t educate you well. What is Anfen? !"

Zhao Nanchen saw that it was not good, so he hurriedly took his legs and saw that Kancan made a well-behaved look, calmed his father's anger, and said very aggressively: "Okay, okay, that's the prince, princess, son If you don’t care about things, you still know who gets it and who gets it. The son is not filial, but the son can't trouble you father like this, right?"

Zhao Nanchen said that he was very pleased and stood up, walked behind his father, put his hands on his father’s shoulders of years of toil, but did not find that these shoulders were so thin, and he had been a father and a mother for many years. Also take care of the people in the city, including all the trivial things.

Zhao Nanchen, acting like a good boy, pinched his shoulders to the old city lord, gritted his teeth and said that one day he would pull out the old man's feather duster and throw it away. The appearance of bullying one day was really annoying.What he said was completely different: "The son knows that his son has done a lot of bastard things over the years, and his father is worried, but the son promises that he won't do that. Although the princess little girl looks really good, after all Dad has told his son like this. Of course, the son will listen to Dad's words carefully and promise to do nothing."

The old town lord enjoyed the shoulder-squeezing massage of his son. Listening to his son’s sweet words, most of the anger in his heart had already disappeared. Now he squinted his eyes comfortably. After all, he was still worried and asked his son. Asking for a guarantee: "Nan Chen, you have to say something."

Zhao Nanchen's hand movement did not stop. In the place where Old City Lord could not see, the curvature of the corners of the mouth was so bad that it could not be more obvious. What he said was still very cleverly vowed: "Of course, my son agreed to Daddy."

The night is dark, the lights are faint, the bean cage is dim, spreading and spreading all the way, accompanied by the back of the old city owner slowly leaving.

Zhao Nanchen stood at the door and watched his father hobble away step by step. The dim moonlight and unclear lights made the old city lord's back look very vague.

Zhao Nanchen was looking at him coldly with his hands, still thinking about how to get the beautiful little lady of the princess.

Probably because the moonlight is too bleak, making the scene look dark and tragic, Zhao Nanchen suddenly found that his old man's pace was very slow, and his back looked like he was too heavy, as if he could not bear any pressure.Under the moonlight, it was glowing with silver and white light, which looked like the white temples of the old city lord.

"father!"

The old town owner was shocked by the sudden sound of his son.

The voice was so nervous and eager, but it was terribly uncertain, like when Zhao Nanchen was a child, every time he was going out, going to deal with affairs in the city, and leaving the child all day, Zhao Nanchen That's how he is called.

The old town lord seems to have the big eyes of the fleshy child looking at him expectantly, without saying anything, but saying everything clearly in his eyes—daddy, don’t go, okay, the son wants his father to accompany him With.

Zhao Ling looked at it, but there was only endless darkness spreading. He thought that he was still a bit old-eyed and dizzy, and suddenly he was a little uncertain whether it was his hallucinations.

Turning around, he saw his son behind him, staring at him blankly.

There was a sudden warmth in his heart, and there was an inexplicable feeling of parting. The Old City Lord didn’t know exactly how these feelings of parting came from. He suddenly panicked about losing important things. He thought about it, probably. I really thought that when Zhao Nanchen was a child, he might have been affected by the emotions of that time, so I felt that he had to lose too much-the negligence of the year lost too many opportunities to get along with his son. When he found out, Zhao Nanchen had grown into a family in need A young man who can only talk with him well.

"What's the matter?" The old town owner smiled kindly and looked at his son.

Zhao Nanchen didn’t know why he spoke so uncomfortably. He just suddenly discovered that he thought he could stand upright and could support him. The father who he actually admired in his heart is now old. When I don’t know.

The father and son looked at each other like this, the moon may be gentle or cruel.They may be close at hand, or they may be separated by an insurmountable distance.

Zhao Nanchen didn't know how to answer his father, he even thought about what he was going crazy today, stretched out his hand and scratched his head.

The Old City Lord waited patiently for his son's reply. Because of Zhao Nanchen's unconscious movement, he bends his eyebrows, the lines on the corners of his eyes are long, and the wrinkles on his face are a gentle smile. He asked Zhao Nanchen softly: "What's wrong? Reluctant to leave father? Or else father won't leave and sleep with you?"

It seems that a few decades ago, Zhao Ling was still very young, and his son hadn't grown up yet.He was coaxing the babbling child.

Zhao Nanchen didn't know how tender his father is now, and quickly waved his hands awkwardly: "No, no, no, father, you don't see how old your son is. Where else is it necessary to sleep with you." joke!Zhao Nanchen managed to coax the old man, and he cheated people away for the convenience of doing big things tonight. How could he let the old man sleep with him again?

Suddenly he thought of the eyebrows of the princess little girl that he saw today. He couldn't help but slap his lips. It was such a good thing. Peerless beauty, how could he still want to escape from the five fingers mountain of this uncle?

Zhao Nanchen was worried that he would not be able to dismiss his old man, and added: "Besides, even when the son was young, you never accompanied him, father. After all, we are all men, right?

Pretending to be tired and yawning, Zhao Nanchen controlled himself not to be so eager, reached out to close his door, and the moment he closed the door, Zhao Nanchen looked at the old man standing motionless.

Old City Lord didn't know what he was thinking.