Perfect Feast

Sun Qingmi looked at his ugly face and had to be ashamed and rushed: “You... where are you going? Are you getting dressed? My dad is right outside the door...”

“Oh oh... I'm dressed... ah? He's outside the door. Where am I hiding?” Liu Yang ran out and picked up his clothes from the ground and put them on his body. He twisted his neck and asked Sun Qingmei.

Sun Qingmi blushed and blushed when he looked at the floor and threw his own little coat panties at the door. “You asked me? How should I know? Anyway, I don't care where you hide it, just don't let my dad see it. If... I will, I will kill you..."

Liu Yangxin said even if you weren't scared, I would be scared? If Grandson sees me in your house at this time, he won't have to give me a hard time?

He just panicked and dressed, and there was a knock on the door: “Mei, open the door, it's me...”

Hearing Sun Zhuoqun's voice, Sun Qingmei held the clothes he had picked up on the ground and didn't know what to do. Liu Yang reached for her clothes and whispered: “What are you panicking about? Go open the door..."

Tell Sun Ching-mi not to panic, but he snuck into the bedroom...

“Alas, how can you...” Sun Qingmi saw him run to the bedroom and had to be surprised. He said, "How can you hide in the bedroom? If my dad snuck in and took a look at it, wouldn't it be all filled up?

“Mei, what's wrong with this kid? Chen, put your things at the door and wait in the car...” Outside the door, Sun Zhuoqun shouted again, then arranged for the driver to go down and wait. He may also be afraid that his daughter just woke up, and the image made others look sorry.

“Oh... here I am, here I am...” Sun Qingmi took a deep breath and reached for his hair, so he walked over to open the door: “Dad, how did you get here so early? ”

“Is it too early? What time is it? Coming to work soon. There is a meeting in the city this afternoon, I have to rush back this morning...” Sun Zhuoqun said as he lifted the plastic bag left at the door into the house.

As she changed her slippers, Sun Zhuoqun continued: “You can't live a girl's life and sleep lazily every day. It's time...”

Speaking of which, Sun Zhuoqun suddenly stunned, even across the socks, but the temperature of the slippers under his feet made him feel surprised.

Even with the heating in the room, Sun Zhuoqun still looks like a mirror in his heart. These shoes are obviously just worn, and there's still a difference between the heat and the heat.

“What's wrong, Dad?” Sun Qingmei was shocked and reached out to pick up the bag in his hand.

Look at the neatness of her daughter's clothes, and look at her glorious face. Her face is like a pink carved jade. That face imposes a disguised panic. Sun Zhuoqun's heart had to chirp for a moment.

Sun Zhuoqun will never deny that her daughter is a beautiful woman. But when she was with Zhang Wei, she could still see what that face looked like, and now what it looks like. Old grandchildren can still see it at a glance.

How can a woman in her thirties have such a radiant face without a man's nourishment?

The problem is, my daughter's divorce didn't last long, so she didn't just have another man, she's probably hiding in this room.

No wonder my daughter was squeaking when she answered her phone. No wonder she was dressed neatly and washed the door so slowly. So this is what happened for a while.

To put it this way, Sun Zhuoqun has no objection other than to the fact that his daughter has an eight scripture with a man with the right conditions. After all, the child's divorce was a matter of heart. It would be a good thing if a daughter could get out of that failed marriage and start a family again as soon as possible.

But... the question is, how long has it been since she went to work in the capital? So this brings men back to live together?

Sun Qingmei is also in his thirties, whether it's social experience or personal ability, the child is still reassuring. But Sun Zhuoqun can't let go without worrying about his daughter's lifelong happiness.

Who is this man? Is he serious about his daughter? Sun Qingmi, what if a woman is out there and she gets fooled?

But to think about it, he knew better that he, as a man, as a father, had something to say when a mother could ask, but he couldn't say it.

“Oh, nothing. Wasn't it the winter when my legs hurt? But it's not that big of a deal, old trouble, just a little hard to lift my legs...” Sun Zhuoqun said, walking in with his daughter, laughing and measuring the setting in the room asked: “How's it going, you're still used to living here? Buy whatever you need at home, don't let it cost you..."

As he spoke, he walked back and forth as if to examine his daughter for what she lacked.

Sun Qingmi's face was nervous: “Dad, sit down, I'll pour you a glass of water...”

“No, no, I'm just lookin 'around, or your mom asks me and I don't know anything, and she complains again.” Sun Zhuoqun said while sneaking up to the door of the bedroom: "Girl, find another one if you have the right one. This house is not big enough for you to get married. When you have kids in the future, Dad's giving you a big one. As long as the person you're looking for treats you well, Dad has no problem..."

“Dad... what are you talking about? I'm fine here, you told my mother not to miss her...” Sun Qingmei's heart pounded, almost burst out of her voice eyes. That bastard Liu Yang is in there. If Dad pushes the door open and finds out, he won't be able to live!

“Okay, I'm relieved.” In fact, Sun Zhuoqun really wanted to push open that door and see what kind of man he was. How dare he hide in his daughter's bedroom? But when he thought about it, he held on and shrunk the itchy hand back.

If there's really a guy in there, he sees it. What can he say? Don't you have to be ashamed to death?

Who makes himself a father when he is heartless and helpless?

With this psychology, Sun Zhuoqun had to pretend to "inspect” the kitchen. He watched his daughter take care of herself and sit in a difficult position. Sun Zhuoqun also did not have the pleasure of staying.

“Call me if you need anything...” I was supposed to leave. Sun Zhuoqun suddenly remembered another thing: “By the way, I really forgot that Liu Yang is still coming back with me. I'll call him to find out where he is...”

“Dad...” He looked at Sun Zhuoqun touching his phone. Sun Qingmei was shocked, even more so when he was going to the bedroom. Now Dad calls Liu Yang? When the bell rings, isn't it all filled?

“Mei, what's wrong with you?” Seeing her daughter look strangely scary, Sun Zhuoqun couldn't help but be surprised. She couldn't help but grab her phone and asked quickly.

“Well... what... don't mention his name in front of me, I'll be angry when I hear it.” Sun Qingmeixin said I can't tell you what's wrong. I had to apologize to that guy. If you say so yourself, Daddy won't remember him any better, will he?

Sun Zhuoqun nodded: “Well, I'm kind of bored with him, too. But that guy was a pain in the ass, and now Dad can't do anything about him. But his good days are almost over. If I don't have to do it, someone will look at him... Fine, you should pack up and go to work, I'm leaving! ”

Sun Zhuoqun said, walking to the door to change shoes. Sun Qingmi heard someone reach out to clean up Liu Yang. How can you not care? But when I just said what I said, I was embarrassed to ask too many questions, and I had to dare to be harsh, hum, whoever dares not go with him, is against me. Don't let him touch me, I'm going to meet him, I have to make him look good...

Until the door was closed, Sun Qingmei took a breath of relief on his chest. At last, there was no risk, but that was a terrible scare.

He pushed open the door of the bedroom. If he found the bedroom empty, there was no shadow of Liu Yang.

“Hey, where have you been hiding? My father left...” I was talking, suddenly I heard a phone ring coming out of the closet. Liu Yang shoved open the closet door with a grin: “Your father called, I said, does he know I'm hiding...”

“You also said, almost scared me to death. I don't know what happened. When I changed my slippers at the door, he felt something like wearing your slippers. He almost pushed the door in...” Sun Qingmei glanced harshly at Liu Yang, grumbling: “You still won't answer? ”

“Oh yes, Old Tarzan's phone, I have to hurry...” Liu Yang said while answering the phone. On the other side of the phone, Sun Zhuoqun's very dignified voice came: “Liu Yang, I have a meeting this afternoon. I don't care where you are now. Ten minutes later, you have to get to the Eighty-one Bridge...”

Sun Qingmei's house is located in the Ruifu Park neighborhood north of the Eighty-One Intersection. Her office building is not far south of the Eighty-One Intersection Bridge. Living in this place is elegant and not far from work.

After Sun Zhuoqun's car went out of the neighborhood, it took him less than 10 minutes to turn south and build a bridge. But Liu Yang has to get out of the neighborhood to take a taxi. If he's doing it, he won't be able to make it in ten minutes.

Knowing that Sun Zhuoqun was having difficulty for himself, but facing Sun Qingmi, he was only laughing bitterly. I can't help it. Who made me do something I'm sorry for? Even if he gets crowded again, he really doesn't have the temper.

After speaking to Sun Qingmi, Liu Yangsa ran away and hurried. It took 15 minutes to reach the Eighty-One Bridge.

Five or six meters away, Sun Zhuoqun revealed half his face from the window and said, “What are you doing? Not a little bit of time?... in the front, there is someone behind..."