In the elegantly and noble dining room, the bright crystal lamp casts the light, quietly sprinkled on the long dining table, Lei's father and Lei's mother are dining, the two of them are quietly eating with their heads down, without making a sound, the huge restaurant is very quiet. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

At this time, the figure of a servant appeared in front of the restaurant, bowing his head to report the news of Lei Ziqian's return.

Lei Mu, who was drinking the soup with her head down, was suddenly happy, but Lei Father frowned, put down the chopsticks in his hand with a heavy snap, glared at the servant with fine eyes, and reprimanded angrily: "I said that he was not allowed to step into this house again, should you all turn a deaf ear?!" ”

The poor servant, who had been reduced to cannon fodder, trembled with fear from his anger.

Just when the servant was at a loss, Uncle Li's figure appeared in front of the restaurant, he reached out and patted her on the shoulder, waved her hand to let her down, looked at Father Lei who was glaring angrily, and then turned sideways and stood aside.

Lei Ziqian took Bei Xiaorou's hand, the two stood side by side in front of the restaurant, seeing Bei Xiaorou, Lei's father's face became more and more angry, and Lei's mother was originally surprised by Lei Ziqian's return, and suddenly became tense because of her appearance.

Although they had already been mentally prepared and knew that their appearance would disgust them and they would not get a trace of good vision, until the moment when they faced it clearly, Pei Xiaorou still felt a thorn in her heart.

Lei Mu couldn't hold her breath in her heart, glared at Bei Xiaorou and said angrily: "You still dare to come?" Last time, because of you, Zhenyuan fell into a coma, are you still not enough? “

"It's none of her business!" On the side, Lei Ziqian's face was as cold as frost, and his black eyes looked at his mother coldly, and then he locked his eyebrows and turned to look at the woman beside him.

Lei Mu's face turned blue for a moment.

Bei Xiaorou's face turned slightly pale because of Lei Mu's words, and her eyes were full of shock. Last time, Chu Yao only told her that Lei Ziqian and Father Lei quarreled, but she didn't say that Father Lei fainted in anger.

As soon as she thought that this incident was caused by herself, she felt guilty in her heart, and the hands clasped in front of her trembled lightly, not realizing how distressed the eyes of the man next to her were after seeing her like this.

Lei Ziqian pursed her lips tightly, reached out to wrap her tightly clasped cold little hands, and the warm temperature between the palms ironed her, "Don't blame yourself, it's not your fault!" ”

Bei Xiaorou's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she lowered her eyes to look at the man's big palm covering her hands, and her eyes suddenly felt a little sour.

Seeing that he was so protective of Bei Xiaorou, Lei's father and Lei's mother's faces were a little ugly.

Father Lei's expression became more and more angry, and the anger in his heart became even higher, he suddenly stretched out his hand and slapped the table, and a huge noise resounded heavily in the restaurant where the atmosphere was stagnant and condensed at the moment, like a thunderbolt splitting his head in an instant.

Lei Mu frowned and glanced at Father Lei, and then her gaze fell on Bei Xiaorou like frost.

Bei Xiaorou didn't notice Lei Mu's gaze, her body trembled violently with Father Lei's heavy slap, raised her pale little face, and looked at Lei Father with angry eyes in a daze, her body was cold, and the warm temperature from the man's big palm in the palm of her hand kept hitting her cold.

And Lei Ziqian's handsome face was cold, his eyebrows were tightly condensed, and his dark eyes were fixed on the opposite side of his father's angry eyes.

Father Lei's chest was burning with anger, and he stretched out his hand and pointed at him angrily, his voice as deep as a bell, "Take her, let me go!" ”

Lei Mu turned her head and glared at him, and reprimanded with a tense face: "Are you confused again?" ”

Lei Ziqian's eyes narrowed suddenly, and suddenly grabbed the woman's hand, pulling her and about to leave, Bei Xiaorou hurriedly stretched out her other hand and grabbed him tightly, and when he looked at him angrily, he bit his lips and looked at him, with a request in his eyes, he shook his head and said, "Don't go, please!" ”

Lei Ziqian's lips were pursed, and although his face was still as cold as frost, he always stopped.

Seeing the man stop, Bei Xiaorou breathed a sigh of relief slightly, and then turned her head to look at Father Lei, but saw that he was shooting directly at her with eyes with surging anger and disgust, her heart was suffocated, and she tightened slightly.

She lowered her eyes slightly, and when she raised them again, her clear water eyes did not dodge the slightest hint to meet Father Lei's critical gaze, pursed her lips lightly, and the soft noise sounded softly in the restaurant with a suffocating atmosphere at the moment, "Uncle, Ziqian has always remembered you, and made a cake for you today." ”

It was as if a stone suddenly fell on the calm water, causing ripples, and the atmosphere in the living room, which suddenly fell silent, became subtle in an instant.

Lei Ziqian's original cold aura suddenly dissipated like a deflated ball. The handsome face was slightly stiff, and the dark eyes were cast on the father standing at the dining table, the pupils shrank slightly, and the lips were pursed, and he was silent.

Lei Mu was surprised, her eyes were on the cake in Uncle Li's hand, and Lei Ziqian's body kept staggering, her eyes were full of surprise.

And Father Lei's originally angry expression had become shocked at this time, and his eyes were scorching on his son, looking a little stunned.

It's just that this son, who has never cooked since he was a child, now makes his father's favorite cake with his own hands.

A hint of surprise appeared in Father Lei's eyes, and his eyes did not hesitate to look at the cake box that Uncle Li was carrying.

Seeing this, Uncle Li put the cake on the table with great insight, untied the knot, and opened the box.

The shape of the cake is not delicate enough, enough to show that it is indeed made by a novice, but the rich aroma that slowly fills the nose, accompanied by the fragrant chestnut flavor, is Lei's father's favorite taste.

Bei Xiaorou glanced at the man beside him with a somewhat uncomfortable face, tightened the hand that was held by him, and then turned his head to look at Father Lei, with some nervous expectation in his eyes, "Uncle, this cake contains Ziqian's heart for you, as long as you take a bite, you will definitely be able to understand it." ”

Mother Lei looked at the cake, there were some tears in her eyes, and when she looked at Father Lei, who was still in shock, she couldn't help but say with some jealousy: "My son has never cooked food for me." ”

Father Lei came back to his senses suddenly, his face was still tense, but his eyes swept to the cake as if he had a conscious mind, his eyes flashed slightly, and there was a faint light floating under his eyes, but his mouth still said strongly: "Hmph, I'm not rare!" ”

Hearing him say this, Lei Mu couldn't help glaring at him, leaned over and moved the cake on the table in front of her, ignoring Father Lei's somewhat stiff expression, turned her head to Uncle Li and ordered, "Hurry up and bring me a plate, my son made the cake himself, I must taste it." ”

Uncle Li took the order and left, and after a while, he returned to the table with a beautiful plate in his hand, picked up a knife and fork and cut two pieces of cake, divided them into plates, and pushed them in front of Lei's father and Lei's mother.

With a happy light in her eyes, Lei Mu raised the corners of her lips lightly, couldn't wait to pick up the fork and take a bite, then closed her eyes lightly and sighed, "What my son makes is delicious!" ”

Father Lei tightened his eyebrows, glared at her with an unkind face, sat back in his seat with his hands around his chest and pursed his lips without saying a word, his eyes glanced at the piece of cake in front of him from time to time, and swallowed it lightly in his throat.

Bei Xiaorou bit her lip tightly and looked worried, while Lei Ziqian seemed to have a calm look, but the big hand hanging down her side shook it gently, frowned lightly, and her eyes were always fixed on her father's every movement. (To be continued.) )