When Han Ming went home with a colorful face on his face, it attracted his father's extreme attention. His son has always been a very stylish guy, how can he face like a cat caught by someone this time? Could it be that Ming Chao got into a fight with someone? This doesn't seem to be Ming Chao's personality. Could it be that when Ming Chao went out to take pictures, he was chased and bitten by a vicious dog? But, that is impossible, how can he ruin his face like a flower cat?

Han Zinian wanted to ask when he saw Han Mingchao like this, but considering that the child was already older, he refused to say it, and as a father, it was not good to ask casually. So, at the dinner table, the father and son took the rice bowl and thought about it. Han Mingchao was still thinking about what happened during the day, he just couldn't understand that he didn't just kiss her, and he reacted so much that he slapped him a few times.

Han Mingchao gritted his teeth when he really thought about it, his handsome face that made the beauty drool, no one really had ever moved his hands and feet, why was he so unlucky to be slapped a few times today, and all of them were crisp and sound. Han Mingchao was eating, thinking about the things of the day, he was in a daze, anyway, today's mood is good or bad.

The dining room, which was originally very quiet, was eating silently because Han Mingchao was silent, and this meal made the living room even more deserted.

"What's wrong with your face? Which woman did you quarrel with? You were caught? You're not too young, and if you don't want to get married, forget it, and come back with a face, when can you stop worrying about your father?" Han Zinian finished speaking, and glanced at his precious son's face a few more times.

Who would dare to touch this boy's face? Unless this woman was his beloved, no one would be able to get close to him, let alone move his face. Han Zinian frowned and thought. He looked at his son in front of him with his rice bowl, and felt that the years really passed quickly, and his son was so old in a flash. For Han Zinian's question, Han Ming didn't hear it, he really didn't know how to answer his father's question, did he tell him that he was caught by a little girl?

"Ming Chao, when are you going to bring your girlfriend home and show it to your father!" Facing his silence, Han Zinian said with a serious face.

"What girlfriend? Where is the girlfriend? I'll take it home to you when I have it." Han Mingchao felt a little inexplicable about his father's suggestion, why did he suddenly let him bring his girlfriend home?

"Really, don't you have a girlfriend?" Han Ziyang looked at Han Mingchao and asked with a little meaning.

"Don't you know your son? How can you have a girlfriend? If you do, will you take it home and show you?" Han Mingchao continued to giggle with his father, but what she said was also true, it is true that he does not have a girlfriend yet.

"Yes, because of my son, I know it myself, so I'm curious about how his face could have been scratched? Could it be that the kitten scratched it?" Han Mingchao frowned slightly when he heard his father say that his face was flowered, and then he responded to his father's words: "It was scratched by a cat." ”

"It seems that the cat that can catch my son's face is really not easy!" After speaking, Han Ziyang laughed, but did not continue to dwell on this topic. The sun was shining outside the window, and a ray of sunlight reflected through the window in the evening, and the dining room at this time was very warm because of this ray of sunlight. Father and son also looked at me, I looked at you, and then they both smiled warmly.

In the past few years, it has not been easy for Han's father, and he has always been a father and a mother. Since Ming Chao's mother died, he has no intention of remarrying. First, he loved his wife who died of illness, and second, he was afraid that he had wronged the stinky boy of his family. However, to be honest, Han Ziyang has been so busy in the past few years that he has not had time to think about his life's events. has put all his time and energy into his career, so in recent years, Han's Group has definitely had a dominant position among its peers.

Of course, Han Mingchao's son is his most important support point in addition to work.

Han Ziyang saw that Han Mingchao was in a good mood at this time, so he started with him because of the topic that his son wanted to go abroad. "Son, since you have someone you like in your heart, let's talk about going abroad later, look at these people in our family, if you leave, I won't have a meal without accompaniment. I won't force you to come back to the group to work, if you love to be a photographer, you can be a photographer, don't go to study abroad. ”

What? Why did Dad come back to this old problem? If he didn't go to study abroad, then these slaps were not in vain today? I didn't go to A University to take pictures in order to get the entries shortlisted, and the result was as miserable as a pig's head. Han Mingchao's hand holding the rice bowl, because he thought of Mo Wushuang slapping him a few times, so he unconsciously touched that handsome face.

Han Ziyang saw that his son was silent, thinking that he agreed. "Ming Chao, did you promise your father, and you won't go abroad?"

was asked by his father again, and Han Mingchao, who was contemplating, was stunned for a moment, and immediately came back to his senses. "Dad, I've only been there for a few years, and I'll be back soon, and I'll promise you to work in the group as soon as I come back. ”

"It's only been a few years? Do you know that your father is not young anymore, and the group is waiting for you to take over? You also have to be considerate of my father, is it easy? If I give you a few more years off, I will never let you be so free in the future." Father Han said, slightly displeased, and the two sword eyebrows frowned tightly.

"Dad, you're saying these words all day long, I know. Come back soon, inherit your great cause, that's all right, right? I'll take care of myself outside, you don't have to worry about it. Who am I? I am your son of Han Ziyang!"

"You stinky boy, it's really not big or small, it's not right to care about you? Okay, you love to stay in England for a few years, don't give me back. It's best not to come back, peace of mind. However, at this time, Han Mingchao was really in love with this family and his father. It's just that he's not good at expressing this kind of reluctance. For so many years, he and his father have always been like brothers and friends. Although his father is very wordy and keeps asking him to go back to take over, he really loves his son. If it weren't for the fact that he really likes photography, or if he didn't go back to work in the group for fear of being controlled too much, maybe he would have helped his father a long time ago.

Dad, I'll come back to help you in a few years, you have to take good care of yourself!" he said silently in his heart. When he looked up at his father, he really felt a kind of unbearable. He found that his father, though still handsome, had a little silver in his hair, and was no longer the young father he had been when he was a child.