HCB Chapter 107 Your Son Is Shrewd
Chapter 107 Your Son Is Shrewd
Chapter 107 Your Son Is Shrewd
After Luo Mengyao left the Yang family, Yang's mother was always in a bad mood. When she was mentioned, she always burst into tears unconsciously, as if Luo Mengyao had been kidnapped.
Later, after watching Luo Mengyao fulfill her wish on TV and become a big star, Mother Yang's mood eased. When she missed her, she would watch her on TV.
Father Yang seemed to see it very clearly, but he was depressed in the few days when Luo Mengyao left, and it was probably caused by Mother Yang's bad mood.
Later, Yang's mother was not so depressed, and he returned to his previous unscrupulous appearance.
It feels like Yang's mother is only reluctant to bear Luo Mengyao, and Yang's father doesn't seem to care.
Yang Yi didn't understand it when he was young, but now that he's grown up, it's not easy to look at this issue. He always feels that there is something wrong with this matter, but he can't explain it.
So Yang Yi asked: "I feel like you don't care about my sister that much."
"That's not what you said." Father Yang snuffed out the cigarette butt and said, "The ones who took her away were her biological parents. Tiger poison doesn't even eat its offspring. Could it be that they still ate her?"
"But you are too calm! Although it is not your own, it is also your daughter."
"What's wrong? Do you want me to cry all day like your mother? Then I really can't do it. Besides, she is a big star now, so there is nothing to worry about."
Seeing his casual look, Yang Yi felt that maybe he just made up his own brain.
It took less than three hours to drive from the airport to Yang Yi's house. The father and son chatted like this, and soon the car got off the highway.
After driving for another ten minutes, they arrived at the county seat. On the green lawn at the junction of the county seat and the county seat was written "XXX welcomes you!"
Every time I go home, when I am about to get home, there is always a feeling of "finally back".
Yang Yi rolled up the window, and the wind he faced became familiar. Under the street lights, the car drove forward on this familiar road, which made him feel extremely at ease.
The house here has been around for a long time, and it looks a little old. Finally, the car stopped in front of a familiar house.
Yang Yi picked up all the presents he had prepared in the morning, and followed Father Yang upstairs.
The house is a residential complex with a total of six floors, and their home is on the third floor.
If Yang Yi had carried so many things before, even if his house was only on the third floor, he would still feel out of breath.
Now, even if he carried Father Yang up to the sixth floor in one go, he would not feel any pressure.
Almost at the door of the house, Yang's father smiled and said to Yang Yi: "Look at you being so tired, if you really can't do it, I'll help you get it."
Yang Yi said with contempt: "You are afraid that my mother will tell you, so you pretend to help me get it, hypocritical man, let me tell you, even if I carry you up from the first floor now, I will not take a breath."
"Hehe... have you learned how to brag now? When I asked you to go downstairs to get something, you could dawdle for a long time. Now you pretend to be with me?" Father Yang replied mercilessly at Yang Yi.
However, he was really surprised to see that Yang Yi's face was not red and his heart was not beating.
He stretched out his hand to feel around Yang Yi's body, and praised: "Well, yes, the fat has turned into muscle."
Yang Yi replied indifferently: "It's useless for you to be envious."
Yang's father smiled disapprovingly and said, "Why should I envy you? I did it when I was young."
Yang Yi gave him a blank look, and walked in front of him, two steps at a time, and within a few steps, he reached the door of the house.
Before Yang Yi could knock on the door, the door was opened.
Mother Yang, who was wearing an apron and standing at the door, saw Yang Yi and asked with a smile on her face: "Son, I'm finally home."
"Wow, are you cooking by yourself today?" Yang Yi said as he walked in. He put the gift in his hand on the coffee table and said, "Mom, I bought some things for you. Come and see if you like them."
Mother Yang said subconsciously: "You child, just keep the money for yourself to eat and drink at school. Don't think about buying us gifts."
Although Yang's mother said so, she was very happy with her son's filial piety in her heart, all the smiles were written on her face, and she couldn't wait to see the gift her son brought her.
After seeing the logo of the big brand, she was stunned. She knew this brand was very expensive, and the cheapest one cost tens of thousands.
Mother Yang looked at Yang Yi hesitantly, and asked, "Son, tell Mom honestly, how do you have the money to buy these?"
Father Yang also looked at him with a puzzled expression. If Mother Yang hadn't said so, he wouldn't have paid attention to those things at all, they were all luxuries.
Yang Yi said disapprovingly, "Fortunately, these are cheap ones, as long as you like them."
"I really like it, that is..." Yang's mother is still struggling with Yang Yi's financial resources.
When Father Yang saw the watch he liked, he wanted to buy it for a long time, but he was reluctant to buy it. He looked at Yang Yi sharply: "Your sister bought these with money, right?"
When he said this, his previous unreliable look faded away, and instead gave people a sharp sense of oppression.
Yang Yi explained: "I learned to play stocks with a friend. I was lucky and made a little money."
"Playing stocks?"
Mother Yang heard what Yang Yi said, and after a few seconds of hesitation, she seemed to believe what he said, and she said with a little worry: "I've heard people say that when you play stocks, you can make money quickly, but you can also lose money, so you can't hold it back." You will go bankrupt, son, take it easy..."
"Mom, don't worry, your son I am very smart!" Yang Yi answered Yang's mother superficially, but his eyes glanced at Yang's father aside from time to time.
I thought Father Yang would express his opinion on this matter, but he didn't expect that he didn't say anything, just said lightly: "It's not your sister's money."
After speaking, he pondered the two watches with great interest.
A few people were chatting, suddenly Yang's mother smelled a smell, she quickly got up and ran to the kitchen, and said: "Ah, there is still soup on the gas stove! Son, wait for a while, it will be ready soon." time to eat."
Seeing this, Father Yang also got up and went to help.
Yang Yi was sitting on the sofa in the living room, looking at the dilapidated sofa, suddenly he remembered Luo Mengyao.
Thinking of her every move in this house, the scene of her being busy in the kitchen, the scene of fighting with him in the living room, and the scene of her standing on the old window sill watering those few potted plants.
Everything in this family seems to be the same, except for a girl who likes to sing and dance.
There is an extra natural curl, the teeth are slightly buckled, the cheeks are covered with small dark spots, and the girl with an afro is wearing a pair of big glasses.
Um?girl?Afro?
Yang Yi immediately sat up straight from the sofa cushions and stared at the afro in front of him.
I saw her coming out of the kitchen.
This afro is wearing a long-sleeved horizontal-striped sweater, black and pink, without a hat, it looks looser, and the lower body is a pair of loose jeans, which obviously don't match her figure, and she looks a bit sloppy...
(End of this chapter)