Xing Yuye glanced at him again and sneered, "Eat with me?"

Xing Zhixing's smile froze, and his tone was a little uncertain, "Yuye! What fox spirit? Can you be a little polite? That's Dad has a serious girlfriend!"

Xing Yuye pouted, "Serious, how old is she, how old are you, don't tell me she's with you because of love?"

Xing Zhi was angry and glared at her, "Anyway, after finishing this business, you go to dinner with me!

Dropping the sentence in a huff, he turned around and went to the side to smoke a cigarette.

Sixteen or seventeen-year-old Xing Yuye glanced at him, the corner of his mouth sneered, but he continued to skillfully mix red bean wine for the guests in front of him.

However, after finishing this business, she still took off the apron around her waist and walked to Xing Zhixing's side expressionlessly, "Where are you going to eat?"

Xing Zhixing looked at her, dropped half of the cigarette in his hand, and walked away, "Don't you like to eat Gu Chu meat?

Xing Yuye smiled indifferently, pursed his lips, and followed behind.

There are a lot of delicacies in Wutong Lane, and the father and daughter soon came to a store, Xing Zhixing asked for a private room, and Xing Yuye casually took a box of coconut water from the bar, plugged in the tube and drank it while walking.

She doesn't care about ordering food or anything, and as for the coconut water in her hand, the bar will put the account on her dad's account.

Xing Zhixing ordered a good meal before coming over, and when he sat down, he saw his daughter drinking her coconut water by herself, he sighed, picked up the teapot on the table by himself, and poured tea for himself while saying: "Yuye, you are already 17 years old, and you will be 18 in the New Year!

Xing Yuye swept coldly at the small stainless steel teapot in his hand and sneered, "What? You want me to pour you tea?

Xing Zhixing's hand pouring tea paused, obviously choked by her words.

With a dark face, he let out a sullen breath and said, "I'm not talking about pouring tea!"

"What's that?"

Xing Yuye still sneered.

Xing Zhixing slammed the teapot in his hand on the table, and raised his voice unhappily, "Didn't you count what I said? How many years has your mother been gone? I have been with you alone for so many years, and now that you are about to become an adult, is it too much for me to find another partner? Ah? If you don't bless me, forget it, you still show people colors everywhere? Is that what your mother taught you before? Do you want me to be a bachelor for the rest of my life, and you are happy?"

He was visibly a little overwhelmed.

Hearing him question, Xing Yuye's face became colder and colder, and by the time he finished questioning, her delicate little face was already as cold as ice.

Suddenly, he slammed the coconut milk carton in his hand on the table, "Don't eat it!

Get up and leave.

Xing Zhixing got up and stopped at the door, "You dare!Sit down!!"

Xing Yuye's chin was slightly raised, glaring at him, and he didn't let go, "You get out of the way! Don't think you're my dad too great! I don't want to eat now! I'm going back to work! You go away!"

Xing Zhixing was so angry that his chest rose and fell, and he raised his hand to slap her, Xing Yuye was not only not afraid at all, but also stepped forward, put his face close to his raised slap, and sneered and provoked, "Hit it! If you hit me, you can try it! If you dodge, I won't be surnamed Xing!"

The tone was very stubborn, but in a pair of clear big eyes, there were tears rolling, obviously sad.

In this case, where can Xing Zhixing still be drawn?

The daughter is the father's little padded jacket, and this is not just talking.

For many fathers, they may be strict with their sons, but they can't be strict with their daughters, because daughters often have more status in men's minds than their wives.

The more beautiful the daughter, the more so.

Xing Zhixing was like a defeated rooster, he put down his raised right hand in a dejected manner, and changed to a helpless expression, and his tone softened, "Yuye, do you really want to see Dad fight as a bachelor for the rest of his life? You are also old now, you will get married sooner or later, what will Dad do when the time comes? Dad will also feel lonely." ”

Hard doesn't work, soft comes on.

Not to mention, it really works.

Seeing that he was intimidated, Xing Yuye's face softened a little, turned her eyes away from him, and said dryly: "Who is against you remarrying? I just oppose you and that vixen! Dad! You don't even look at how old she is older than me? She is willing to follow you, obviously just for your money! Do you really think she is in love with you? At your age, you can't satisfy her in bed, right?"

"I ......"

Originally, Xing Zhixing didn't listen to his daughter's previous words, after all, his daughter was also thinking about him, but the latter sentence made him angry again, and he raised his hand and wanted to slap her again, "What nonsense are you talking about? You are a girl's family, what do you say about the bed or not? Are you ashamed? I really smoke you, do you believe it or not?"

Xing Yuye snickered at the corner of his mouth, quietly stepped back, avoided his slap, and pouted: "The words are not rough! Isn't what I said the truth? Anyway, I told you today! You want to remarry, I don't object, but you want to marry that vixen? Not to mention the door, there is no window!"

In addition to expressing her attitude loudly, she also muttered: "When I think that vixen wants to be my stepmother, I want to vomit blood!

Xing Zhixing heard her words clearly, and he also heard what she muttered.

This time he didn't rush to argue, frowned and looked at her for a while, then suddenly sighed lightly, his expression helpless, "Yuye, things are not what you think, a few months ago, when Dad went to Yinma County, do you remember the car accident?"

Sensing the change in his mood, Xing Yuye looked at him a little puzzled, and said casually: "Well, remember! What's wrong? What does this have to do with you wanting to marry that vixen? She's not a nurse!"

Xing Zhixing pursed his lips and nodded, "Well, in that car accident, I crashed into the car, it was Xiaoyan...... That is, the vixen you said, she called 120 to save me, she sent me to the hospital, and also helped me pay for the initial medical expenses, so it can be said that she saved my life, if it weren't for her, you might not have a father now......"

Xing Yuye looked at his expression suspiciously, she subconsciously felt that he was lying, but she didn't look like him.

So she frowned, and after a moment of silence, she suddenly said: "But there is no need to marry her, right? What era is this, and you still engage in the practice of making personal promises? Besides, making personal promises, that is also a beautiful woman's personal promise! You are a big man, and if you don't repay it, it doesn't matter, and you still want to grass her? Dad! Aren't you going to take revenge?"

Xing Zhixing: "......"

This time he was really angry, trembling and pointing at her, almost being angry with this unobtrusive daughter.