Forgive Lao Ye for not knowing what the hell Lala is.

Although this term is not new, it is obviously a certain time distance from when he was young and could keep up with the times.

There was silence in the mansion, Zhang Xiaojian had been brewing for a long time, and he didn't count his father-in-law... Such a pure man.

Lao Ye tilted his head, waiting for her answer.

Ye Mozhu wanted to speak and stopped, always feeling that he was talking to his father about this, which felt very weird and awkward.

However, in order for his little sword not to be splashed with blood on the spot tonight, she still coughed, serious and serious, and said to her father with a holy face: "It's... It's just..."

Lao Ye raised his eyebrows and stared at his bulging eyes: "What is it?"

Ye Mozhu said in one breath: "It's the lace edge, lily..."

After finishing speaking, she let out a sigh of relief, but Zhang Xiaojian looked at her... No, your dad doesn't even know Lala, how can you be sure he knows what lace edge and lily are?

Sure enough, Lao Ye's eyebrows rose and lowered, and he looked at his daughter as if she had said something important, but she couldn't understand it, so she couldn't help but ask again: "What are these?"

Zhang Xiaojian had no choice but to stretch out his hands, hold them with four fingers, raise his thumbs, and figuratively say: "It's two women." "Speaking of which... His two thumbs do kissing.

Lao Ye's old face froze for a moment.

He understood Zhang Xiaojian's gestures, and felt that his values for more than forty years had been seriously impacted, and he couldn't say half a sentence for a while...

After Lao Ye digested and accepted it, he was immediately startled and said, "Really?"

Zhang Xiaojian and Ye Mozhu were startled at the same time, and then nodded slowly.

When Lao Ye heard this, he immediately had a realization.... Some muttered to themselves, and said with some regret: "I'll just say why didn't Chen Ning find a man for so many years." ”

"It turns out... So it was. ”

Lao Ye looked at the chandelier above his head and sighed.

I guess... I also remembered the youth that I was obsessed with back then...

......

Lao Ye still didn't lift the knife after all.

Zhang Xiaojian finally didn't have to stand behind the sofa and was ready to make an emergency stop and change direction, but sat down, looked at the shaking old Ye, and suddenly... found that the news that seemed to be made up by himself had dealt a heavy blow to Lao Ye.

Lao Ye has indeed been distracted.

This should be considered normal, after all, Chen Ning is the youth of one generation, the memories of two generations, and the goddess of three generations.

But in addition, Chen Ning is not only the most dazzling star in the entertainment industry, but also the pride of the people of Jiangcheng.

Zhang Xiaojian can understand...

But in fact, Lao Ye didn't think about this at all.

He always felt that Zhang Xiaojian was lying to him, but the inherent conservative three views told him that this matter could not be joked about casually, and Zhang Xiaojian was shameless, and he could not prevaricate him with this kind of lie.

Therefore, Lao Ye believed Zhang Xiaojian.

And looking at him sitting on the sofa like a schoolboy, well.... It's also somewhat pleasing to the eye.

Of course, it's very pleasing to the eye... Who is Zhang Xiaojian? Now he is the dream lover of thousands of girls, the Mr. Zhang that countless men want to become, and one of the most famous people in China now.

In variety shows, he is a domineering president, he is a god who spends a lot of money, and he is a national husband who owns a mansion, a luxury car, and a family background that doesn't know how many billions there are.

But every time he faced himself, he immediately looked like a mouse seeing a cat, with a humble attitude and a low posture into the dirt.

This contrast will make the old leaves more or less refreshing.

So he spoke: "Little sword." ”

Hearing that the voice of the words was quite soft, Zhang Xiaojian immediately hit the snake and said with a stick: "Alas, you say." ”

Lao Yeyi waved his hand and put his hand on his forehead: "Since I'm here, it's no problem for me to stay here for a few more days." “

Zhang Xiaojian: "What are you talking about, it's all a family, how long do you want to live..."

Well?

After saying this, he always felt that something was wrong...

———

When my father-in-law arrived, it was natural to prepare the best guest rooms.

Of course, because of the arrival of his father, Ye Mozhu was naturally embarrassed to get into Zhang Xiaojian's bed at night...

The father and daughter talked about some of the shortcomings of the parents, Zhang Xiaojian left the space to them, and returned to the room alone, suddenly feeling that the bedroom without ink bamboo had lost its soul, and the softness used to on his fingertips was gone...

Tossing and turning, time flickered to the second half of the night.

Zhang Xiaojian, who was awakened by urine, picked up her mobile phone and sent a WeChat message to Ye Mozhu, but she didn't get a reply, so she came to the conclusion that she should have fallen asleep.

So, he stood up, put on a half-sleeve, walked out of the room, and went to the bathroom.

I just don't know why, there is always a slight sound of 'DUANG, DUANG, DUANG.' in my ears....

Zhang Xiaojian thought it was an illusion, washed his face, and as his mind cleared, his voice became clearer and clearer.

glanced at his watch, at three o'clock in the morning, and listened to the rhythmic voice in his ears, Zhang Xiaojian didn't know why he shivered, but he subconsciously followed the sound downstairs and came to the living room on the first floor with only a faint starlight.

Thereupon.. The body involuntarily tightened up.

In my ears was the sound of sharp objects that seemed to break through flesh and bones... Most of the time the frequency is the same, but occasionally it seems to run into some hindrance, producing a more intense sound.

Zhang Xiaojian cautiously came to the corner of the living room, and after looking at the kitchen, his little heart trembled involuntarily...

In the open kitchen, a middle-aged man with a kitchen knife in his hand is chopping something.

Messy hair, sparse stubble, and a cigarette in his mouth, the light on the cigarette butt and the starlight intertwined to illuminate his slightly melancholy face, but left his neck and body in shadow.

What's even more terrifying is that the bean-sized eyes on his face are unblinking, and his eyes are a little stunned, as if he has become numb to what he is doing.

The kitchen knife that occasionally reflects a light in the hand falls, makes a sound, then lifts and falls again, like a machine...

And at Zhang Xiaojian's current angle, he happened to be blocked by the coffee machine on the sink, and he couldn't see what was chopping under the kitchen knife...

It was also at this time, I don't know if the force was too violent, although a few drops of blood fell and splashed out, dotted with half of the knife's face.

Zhang Xiaojian's legs were weak and he almost collapsed on the ground...

Because he was leaning against the wall, the middle-aged man holding a kitchen knife heard the sound, so he twisted his neck mechanically, made a 'click' sound, and looked at Zhang Xiaojian numbly.

"Got you?"

The tone is a little soft... And some gentleness.

As he spoke, he also showed a smile, holding a kitchen knife with a scarlet blade in his right hand, wiping his face with the back of his hand, and spreading out the blood stains evenly... Therefore, the soft voice just now became more and more terrifying.

Seeing Zhang Xiaojian's lips twitching, he smiled and said, "It's okay, don't be afraid, as a chef and a father, it's reasonable to get up early in the morning to prepare a hearty breakfast for your daughter tomorrow." ”

Is it reasonable...

Does that make sense?

Lao Ye, are you deliberately scaring me!

Zhang Xiaojian felt that only a cool breeze was coming from his back...