Han Shijing let go of the hand holding his father and left his embrace.

Obviously feeling Han An's body stiffen, Han Shijing looked at the cautious man and patted his hand slightly.

"Dad, I'm not crying anymore. "She was crying and hungry.

"Shijing, look at you, look at your acting skills, I didn't dare to speak out just now. "After being silent for so long, I can finally start talking, and the system starts to gush.

Han Shijing is too lazy to pay attention to this SB system, so she won't tell the system that she thinks she and Jia Shijing are a bit like the past and this life.

Han An, who was standing on the side, didn't dare to move, looking at the Book of Poetry with a tangled face.

"Dad, shoes, kicked under the bed. Han Shijing said and shook his little feet.

Han An hurriedly knelt on the ground and reached out to touch his shoes, looking silly and cute.

Relieved to find the shoes, he took the Book of Poetry and his palm-sized foot, and carefully put it on her.

"Dad, I'm going to prepare for the college entrance examination during this time, so I will live at home during this time, and then go to school at the beginning of the last semester. As he spoke, he put on his padded jacket.

Now that the first semester of the third year of high school has not ended, Han Shijing does not plan to go to school now, but wants to prepare to return to school when the second semester of the third year of high school begins.

"Good. "Han Anxin is calm, Duo Duo is willing to study, she doesn't need to be very powerful, as long as she doesn't feel inferior and doesn't give up.

Han Shijing looked at his father who was standing on the side and smirked, and also grinned. Some things have to be taken slowly, like slowly fitting in this home.

She has passion, and she has patience.

"Dad, let's go, let's go, let's go to dinner. Shijing held Han An's arm, and the whole person dragged Han An out, just like an ordinary father and daughter.

Han An smiled and wet the corners of his eyes, not knowing whether he was happy or sad.

The lights in the villa were bright, and when Han Shijing dragged Han An down the stairs, everyone in the hall was there.

Han's mother sat at the dining table, reaching out and stroking the golden retriever at her feet. After a while, the whole person was expressionless, looking at the stairs.

Mother Li smiled happily and talked to the old lady about coming back today.

Wang Dao was standing behind, not talking, just lowering his head and not knowing what to think.

Han Mu was the first to see the two of them come down, the expression on her face did not change, and she touched the curly hand for a moment.

Seeing the old lady's movements, Mama Li and Wang Dao also looked towards the stairs.

Shijing was stunned by Han Mu's eyes, and his hand tightened unconsciously, moving behind Han An's back.

Han Mu retracted her gaze and looked at the scrolls underground. "Take the rolls down and start the meal. ”

Wang Dao took the roll with it, glanced at Han An, sighed and went down to eat dog food with the roll.

Li's mother went to the kitchen and brought out the warm meal.

"This is your grandmother, don't look at her majesty and ruthlessness, just a child's temper. You didn't come back and talked to you all day long, asking me this and asking me that. Thinking that Shijing was afraid of her mother, Han An hurriedly took her hand and explained.

The two went down the stairs and stood next to Han's mother.

"Mom, Duoduo is home. Han An's old mother's temper is her mouth, but her heart is softer than anyone else.

Shijing knew her grandmother's temper, stood aside, and whispered. "Grandma. The voice was soft and sweet.

"Sure enough, I lost too much blood and lost the strength to speak. The more Han Mu spoke, the quieter her voice became, as if she was emotional, and as if she was disgusted.

Han An smiled and patted the back of the Book of Songs, pulling the chair apart. "Come sit down and eat. ”

"Mom, scare your precious granddaughter away, don't look for me when the time comes. "Wait for the Shijing to sit down before sitting down on the other side.

Han's mother glanced at her son, glared at him and snorted softly to show her disdain.

"The old lady knew that the girl liked sweets, so she specially asked me to make sweet and sour pork ribs, and she also said that you can follow her taste, and like to eat sweets. Mama Li put the last sweet and sour pork ribs in front of the Book of Songs.

Shijing took a piece of chopsticks and put it in a bowl. "Thank you grandma. ”

"Hmph, I'm not here for some people, I'm going to eat it myself. Han's mother swallowed a mouthful of saliva and put sweet and sour pork ribs in her bowl, proving that she was eating them for herself.

"This, the eldest lady is about to clip the old lady. Mother Li wanted not to let the old lady eat, but she didn't have chopsticks in her hand to take it away. "It's not made with xylitol, you can't eat it, you can't eat it. ”

Seeing that her son was about to take away the sweet and sour pork ribs in her bowl, Han's mother directly took a bite and muttered inarticulately. "I, just, eat, a piece. ”

"Look, I'm going to eat it myself. Han's mother finished eating the sweet and sour pork ribs at a strange speed, and said to the poetry with an expressionless face.

Looking at the way grandma was protecting food, thinking about her diabetes, she directly pulled the plate to the other side of herself, away from Mother Han.

"I'm really the most like my grandmother, I lost too much blood, the doctor told me to eat more meat, and my grandmother couldn't rob me. Saying this, he took a bite of sweet and sour pork ribs.

Han Mu swallowed a mouthful of saliva and glared at Shijing. Don't think she didn't know what the doctor said, because she didn't remember well and she recorded it.

Han An watched the interaction between the two and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. He was really afraid that the stubborn temper of the two would make trouble, but it was okay.

"Duoduo, what do you want to do in the future?" After eating, Han An sat in the living room with the Book of Poetry to eat some fruits, chatted, and seized the time to enhance their relationship.

Han's mother couldn't eat more sweets, but she insisted that she wanted to watch TV in the living room, so she stayed and sat next to the two.

Han An knew that his mother had not been able to get along with her granddaughter for so many years, and although she didn't say it, she cherished this moment very much.

"Take the university exam first, then sign in to your own company, and film well. She originally wanted to take over, the company that her father started two years ago, Yuele Company was originally established for her.

Han An was stunned when he heard the Book of Poetry talking about filming. "Do you have to be filming? Do you like filming? Don't do things you don't like for anything else, Dad will find a way to give you whatever you want. ”

Just one sentence, our family is not short of money.

"Filming? Filming is not good, I think it's a mess in the entertainment industry. Han Mu was a little excited, and even her voice was a little louder.

After saying that, Han's mother regretted it, would she not like Duoduo when she said this, and what should she do if she didn't want this to go home like before?

"I, I, me. Don't film well. Han Mu said in a somewhat stiff and pitiful tone.

Duoduo committed suicide this time because in the entertainment industry, everyone wronged her and scolded her, so she couldn't think about it. What if something like this happened again, she would rather she don't want this family than lose her life.

"I disagree. Han Mu thought about it for a while, well, to be firm in her decision.

"Duoduo, grandma is also afraid that something will happen to you, the entertainment industry is too chaotic. You're going to suffer if you're so simple. Seeing that Shijing hadn't spoken, Han An thought she was angry with them.

"Shijing, don't be brainwashed by them, how bad is the entertainment industry, handsome guys and beauties are more eye-catching. Besides, where will you suffer if your temperament is concerned? The system was afraid that the Book of Poetry would be brainwashed, and he also began the road of brainwashing.

"What kind of personality am I? huh? you know?" thought to himself, breaking the silence of the hall.

"Dad, grandma, I must enter the entertainment industry. The Book of Poetry has a decision in his eyes. "I love acting, I love every character. ”

"I know what you're worried about, this suicide was an accident, I didn't even think about dying. "The Book of Poetry knows what they are afraid of, and hits the point with one blow.