At five o'clock in the afternoon, Rong Yi received a call from the maid at home: "Young master, can you come back in the evening?" ”

Hanging a Bluetooth headset, Rong Yi, who was focused on his work, said in a very light tone, "Huh? "Yes.

Servant: "The lord and the lady had a quarrel over some trivial matters, and the lady packed up her things to leave, but she couldn't persuade them." ”

Rong Yi was silent for a while, replied with a "I know" and hung up the phone.

He knew that his mother was a drama character, so he didn't want to pay attention to it, but he couldn't stand the maid's phone calls one after another at eight o'clock in the evening, and finally he could only turn off the computer and drive home.

As soon as I entered the living room, I saw my mother sitting on the sofa with a white suitcase standing next to her.

And my father obediently shrunk and knelt aside, ...... for my mother Wear nail polish.

Seeing Rong Yi, Wen Yan said "heh": "A busy person who is not at home all the year round, do you remember that you have a parent?" ”

Rong raised his eyebrows, walked to the side of the single sofa and sat down, without speaking.

Didn't you say you wanted to leave at five o'clock in the afternoon, and now it's eight o'clock and almost nine o'clock, and you haven't left yet?

The concave shape has been concave for so long, and it's quite difficult for my mother.

He leaned lazily back on the sofa and glanced at the suitcase: "White." ”

Warmth: ?????

Rong Yi: "The color of the suitcase, yes, don't you want to go?" ”

Warmth: ......

You just want me to go?

In that case, don't blame my own mother for being unsympathetic.

Wen Yan was silent for a while, first glanced at his fingernails, felt that the color was evenly painted, and then looked at Rong Yi: "Son, do you know who I had dinner with last night?" ”

Rong Yi lowered his head and played with his mobile phone, and asked casually: "First love?" ”

Hearing these four words, Rong Jinchang raised his head: "What first love?" ”

Wen Yan glared at the "old and improper" fiercely: "Apply your nail polish!" ”

After speaking, she looked at Rong Yi again: "It's right to be the first love......

Rong Jinchang interrupted again: "Wife......"

Wen Yan: "I haven't settled accounts with you about playing mahjong, now be honest with me!" ”

Capacity: ......

I'm sick, come back to see your old husband and wife show affection in disguise.

Wen Yan continued the topic just now: "It's right to be my first love, but it's not mine, it's my son's ......"

The voice fell, and Rong Yiyi raised his head suddenly.

Wen Yan said with a smile: "That famous styling director Zhang Jie, I had dinner with her yesterday." ”

Rong Yi let out a slow "oh", and then looked at Rong Jinchang, who was aggrieved and didn't dare to speak: "Dad, it turns out that my mother has a wild son who likes old women outside." ”

Warmth: ......

Yung Kam Cheong: ......

Stinky boy, he has been so cheap since he was a child, and he doesn't know whose genes he followed!

Wen Yan took two breaths, and simply said directly: "Eating with Zhang Jie, it's not the point, the point is that I met a little girl before I entered the box." ”

"That little girl, with long hair, big eyes, very white skin, and a good figure, eats gum as she walks."

"But it doesn't look like he's in a good mood, it seems to have taken a hit."

"Later, I asked Zhang Jie, and I found out that the little girl was called Chen Aiqing."

When mentioning Chen Aiqing's name, Wen Yan deliberately accentuated her tone, and when she saw that Rong Yi's face changed slightly because of these three words, she curled the corners of her lips in satisfaction.