Mr. Shan put down the water glass and politely nodded to the middle-aged burly man with a straight waist: "Hello, uncle, please forgive me for disturbing me." ”

Luo Zhen was so angry that his face was red and his neck was thick, and his rough fingers trembled and poked Mr. Shan: "You still have the face to come to my house!" Don't get out of here yet, you're not welcome in our house! ”

Lan Fenyun's eyebrows frowned slightly.

glanced at her husband unhappily, and stopped in front of Mr. Shan: "Luozhen, let me tell you, this is my guest, you drive him away to try?" ”

actually drove away her guests, Luo Zhen was bold?

Luo Zhen said angrily: "Wife, do you know who he is!" ”

"He's my idol, you old cabbage terrier, just say it when you're jealous." Lan Fenyun is rude, her husband's temper has become more and more weird recently, and he has not been in the house for three days!

Mr. Shan smiled, and he didn't think it was appropriate to participate in other people's housework.

He picked up his bag and stood up, and said awkwardly: "I'm sorry, I'd better leave first." By the way, where is Luo Shen's house? ”

"You're embarrassed to Delo Shen, what happened to that kid by you!" Luo Zhen was angry, "You actually came to the door!" ”

Mr. Shan looked confused.

He looked for silence, why was this middle-aged man so annoyed?

Lan Fenyun: "Luo Zhen, what do you mean!" ”

Luo Zhen said angrily: "This person is Xiao Shen's gay object!" ”

Mr. Shan: ? (ó?ò)

Lan Fenyun: !!

A cold and long figure walked into the house, and stepped silently into the threshold: "Dad, a new round of training in the training ground..."

The rest of the words were stuck in the throat.

His eyes were fixed on Mr. Shan.

Bright lights, sunlight outside, the handsome young man with a black backpack and curly hair at the table.

Mr. Shan's face was pale and bloodless, except for his dark eyes filled with a familiar smile.

Mr. Shan curled the corners of his mouth, raised his hands and paws and waved at Silence, and looked at each other.

Silence thought he was dreaming, unbelievable.

People who may never meet again actually appear alive in front of them!

……

Half an hour later.

Shan Zonggui sat on the bench in the living room, sitting silently opposite him, Luo Zhen and Lan Fenyun sat in the first seat, and the antique living room was silent.

Luo Zhen had a straight face, like a cold killing god, not angry and self-assured.

The "daughter-in-law" came to the door, and the complicated feeling was similar to the emperor's desire to marry Xia Yuhe on the shore of Daming Lake, but he was forced by the Queen Mother to marry Mama Rong, who sold salted fish on the shore of Daming Lake!

After Lan Fenyun's shock, his IQ gradually returned.

Puzzled eyes wandered between his son and Mr. Shan, and Lan Fenyun suddenly asked, "Son, do you have an ID called [Silence]?" ”

Silence and Mr. Shan live broadcast, Silence never showed up, and his voice was low, and the audience couldn't notice that he was next to Mr. Shan.

Silence: "Hmm. ”

Lan Fenyun's jaw dropped in shock, feeling that she was swaying in the clouds, and stammered: "You, you are actually the silence in the live broadcast room of Mr. Shan!" The national service of that king Baixing is assisted! ”

Silent nodded: "Hmm." ”

The world is fantastic, and her baby son is actually a Glory of Kings super player!

What's even more mysterious is that Lan Fenyun often posts barrages in the live broadcast room of Mr. Shan, supporting the marriage of Silence and Mr. Shan...

Luo Zhen coughed slightly and secretly pulled Lan Fenyun's sleeve.

No matter how thick-skinned Mr. Shan was, he didn't dare to make a mistake in front of his silent parents, pinching his fingers uneasily, and watching the silence carefully.

The silent attention, from the moment Shan always appeared, could no longer be diverted from him.

"Goo~"

Mr. Shan's stomach suddenly growled, breaking the silence in the room.

Silent frowned: "Didn't eat in the morning?" ”

Mr. Shan touched his stomach in embarrassment: "... Ate a stick of corn last night. ”