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Father Lei, who heard all this on the side, raised his head, looked at his wife with an ugly face, his resolute eyebrows condensed into a wrinkle, put aside the financial magazines in his hand, and leaned over to pick up a few gossip magazines on the coffee table.

There was silence in the living room for a while, except for the faint sound of Father Lei turning over the pages of the magazine. When he saw that Pei Xiaorou was just an ordinary cake shop owner, Lei's father's eyebrows became tighter and tighter, and his face became more and more cold.

Finally, he snapped the magazine, pursed his lips, his face tightened, and his eyes shot straight at Lei Mu, "The good son you taught!" ”

Lei Mu turned her head to look at him with a blue face, pursing her lips, "I didn't expect my son to really have a relationship with her......"

"There's nothing he can't do!" Father Lei interrupted her words with a cold snort, with a hint of anger on his face, "If you don't inherit the family business, and now you are dating a woman who can't be on the stage, who does he want to be angry with!" ”

Because Lei Ziqian insisted on setting up another door back then, the relationship between father and son has not improved over the years, and Lei's mother has long been accustomed to her husband's complaints about her son, and he was angry at this time, so he did not open his mouth to refute.

The atmosphere in the hall was suffocating and cold, and Schumanshire sat quietly with her head down, and no one could see the pleasant arc of her lips slightly raised.

Father Lei got up from the sofa, looked at his wife with a hesitant face with cold eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Let him bring that woman back to meet!" ”

Leaving this sentence behind, he turned and walked towards the staircase.

Lei Mu pursed her lips, her face was cloudy, and after thinking for a while, she nodded slowly, and said coldly: "It's time for that woman to take a good look at her own weight!" ”

After the words fell, she picked up her mobile phone and dialed her son's number.

Shu Manxue, who was originally surprised by Lei's father's words, heard Lei's mother say this, a trace of nervousness and uneasiness on her face quietly faded, and while she breathed a sigh of relief, a trace of success flashed in her eyes.

In the afternoon, the bright sunlight poured down, the Maserati parked on the side of the road shimmered, and on the lowered driver's seat window, the man's handsome facial features attracted passers-by to look at them unconsciously.

In the driver's seat, Lei Ziqian's dark eyes sank slightly, pursed his lips, and listened to the mother's request on the other end of the phone, and Lei Mu didn't wait for him to answer, and finally hung up the phone with a deep voice, "Of course, if you just play with her, then you don't have to bring it back!" ”

Looking down at the phone screen in the dark, the slender big hand unconsciously gently stroked the fuselage, and the undercurrent under his eyes surged. There was a sudden tapping sound outside the window, which woke up his contemplative mood, and he turned his head suddenly, his gloomy expression didn't have time to retract, and it was clearly reflected in the eyes of Pei Xiaorou who was standing outside the car.

Slowly putting away the sweet smile of joy on her face, she frowned slightly, and a trace of worry appeared in her eyes, "What's wrong with you?" ”

The man reached out of the window, held her weak and boneless little hand tightly in the palm of his hand, and then leaned close to his lips and gave a kiss, staring at her fixedly in his burning black eyes, "My father wants to see you!" ”

Bei Xiaorou, who seemed a little shy because of his sudden movements, suddenly stiffened after hearing this, and in her clear eyes, she was stunned, nervous, and worried, and her face became a little flustered.

Lei Ziqian could clearly feel the little hand he was holding trembling slightly, and when he saw her expression again, a trace of chagrin flashed in his eyes. The strength in his hand tightened slightly, the corners of his lips raised slightly, and he looked at the little woman and whispered comfortingly: "It's okay, wait until you are ready......"

"I'll go!"

Bei Xiaorou's soft and firm voice interrupted his unfinished words, Lei Ziqian was slightly stunned, she bit her lip, withdrew her hand, hurriedly threw down the words "wait for me", and turned around and walked back to the store.

did not admit to his mother that he was going to see his parents, Pei Xiaorou only said that she would go out to dinner with Lei Ziqian. It happened to be a weekend, Pei Minghui was helping in the store, and Mother Fritillary didn't stop her, but just told her daughter, who was about to go upstairs, to remember to come back early.

Because of the first official visit to his parents, Bei Xiaorou struggled in the room for a long time, and finally chose a simple and elegant pink shirt dress, and the long black hair draped over her shoulders made her already fair skin more crystalline, and the nervousness that vaguely floated between her eyebrows and eyes made her whole person look a little restrained.

After getting into the car, her hands kept twisting, clearly conveying the tension in her heart at this time.

Seeing her like this, Lei Ziqian, who stopped the car and waited for the green light, had a trace of distress in his eyes, and his big hand was gently covered on her hands, and the slightly cool temperature made the man's eyebrows furrow tightly.

The force in his hand increased slightly, he leaned over, lightly branded a kiss between the woman's somewhat pale lips, his forehead against her forehead, his deep black eyes stared at her fixedly, and a low noise sounded in the quiet carriage, "Don't worry, I'm here!" ”

The snort was a familiar smell on a man's body, Bei Xiaorou's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and a faint flush appeared on her cheeks, making her somewhat pale face look a lot more vibrant.

The warm temperature in the palm of her hand, and the worry and comfort clearly visible in his eyes, with a stabilizing force, made her heart warm, and her nervous mood was slightly relieved.

She pursed her lips, nodded slightly, and after taking a deep breath, smiled at him.

Seeing that she finally relaxed, the corners of Lei Ziqian's lips raised slightly, and the two looked at each other quietly, seeing their own reflections in the depths of each other's eyes, and a quiet tenderness slowly flowed in the carriage.

A horn suddenly sounded from behind, waking up the two of them, Lei Ziqian frowned slightly and looked sideways. Ahead, the green light was already on, and he stepped away, and the Maserati pulled into the traffic again.

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Outside the window, the afterglow of the setting sun shines on the golden light, casting into the spacious living room, and the tall and huge European-style crystal lamps reflect a little light.

On the retro leather sofa, Father Lei sat with his hands around his chest, with a cold face, and on the coffee table in front of him, the teacup steaming up was placed on it.

On the sofa on the other side, Lei Mu's shoulders were straight, and on the same stern face, her cold eyes looked straight at the entrance of the living room, and her hands on her knees were slightly anxiously clasped together.

There was no word between the two, but the atmosphere was solemn and depressing.

The servants suddenly greeted respectfully from the entrance hall, and then, Uncle Li, the housekeeper, stepped forward to report that the young master had returned. Lei Mu's expression tightened slightly, glanced sideways at her husband who was not moving on the sofa, pursed her lips, and whispered a word of advice, telling the servants to step down, and then said no more.

At the same time, Lei Ziqian took Pei Xiaorou, who was slightly nervous, and strode in. He glanced at the solemn faces of his parents on the sofa, his dark eyes suddenly darkened, his lips pursed, and his complexion was also a little cold.

Lei Mu's gaze stayed on the hands of the two of them clasped tightly for a moment, pursed her lips, and a trace of unhappiness appeared in her eyes, and Lei Mu finally raised his head, glanced at them lightly, and his gaze stopped on Bei Xiaorou, who looked nervous.