"Yo, want to do it?" Song Yiyang's eyes were not good: "Beating the elders? ”

"I'm convinced, why are you so good at putting gold on your face? Elder, do I admit it? This raises the shelf? Cao Luo was unhappy in his heart, and naturally he kept talking like a machine gun, what was difficult to hear, and he almost didn't scold him.

"Don't admit it? If you don't admit it, get out of here, and make our bathroom less! Song Yiyang rushed out with a disgusted face.

"Song Yiyang, can you still ask for a little more face? I'm naked now, where are you going for me? "Cao Luo is furious, why don't you usually see Song Yiyang so shameless? Could it be that those who are close to Zhu are red, and those who are close to ink are black? Bah, bah, I'll go, and before I know it, I've scolded myself.

"No clothes?" Song Yiyang sneered and said, "Didn't you wear a tight suit when you came?" Conjure up another set? ”

"Ah————! Don't mention it! "It's really a pot that can't be opened! It's okay not to say this, as soon as he mentioned this, Cao Luo couldn't help but grab the ground with his head, it was too embarrassing, too ashamed, he was definitely amused by his brain at that time to come up with such a thing as liquid!

Cao Luo can imagine that this matter will definitely be deeply engraved in Song Yiyang's mind and become a black history that he will never be able to get rid of!

Cao Luo is very helpless now, when he just came back from Apa, he was definitely an ascetic and cold male god who did not smile, why did he become such a funny boy with a pit in his brain less than half a year now?

"Don't mention it?" Song Yiyang gloated, his heart was full of the joy of revenge at the moment, which was even more fascinating than his own cultivation: "Why should I listen to you? Who are you? Oh, I remember, you're my junior! It stands to reason that you should call me aunt! ”

Song Yiyang bit the word "junior" very hard, and the villain on that face made Cao Luo feel like he jumped up and bit him twice!

"Do you want to be shameless? Also, uncle, do you dare to agree if I call you aunt? Cao Luo was so angry that he gasped, and Song Yiyang sneered: "I naturally can't agree to this, there is a kind of you running outside and shouting at my wife, you are justifiable." ”

Song Qingshuang, who was eavesdropping at the door, said to Song Junchen on the side with a smile on her face: "Look, the two of them get along very well." ”

Song Junchen: "······" Where do you see the harmony? It's almost going to be a fight, okay! Besides, didn't you react a little to that lively conversation?

The two people in the bathroom are usually the kind of guys who can't make a fart with three poles, but when they get together, they talk hotly, but this topic is ······

"Song Yiyang, do you know that you can't find a girlfriend if you talk like this!" Cao Luo said indignantly.

"Girlfriend?" Song Yiyang sneered: "I have my son, do you still need this kind of thing?" ”

“······ You have a point. Cao Luo's expression froze, and then he gritted his teeth and said.

Song Yiyang seems to have a special desire to show off in front of Cao Luo, and changed his previous cold image: "Let me tell you, as soon as this person has a daughter-in-law, life is vigorous, especially like my daughter-in-law." ”

Song Junchen's mother and son, who had been lying at the door of the bathroom: "······"

Song Qingshuang didn't know what to say, although it was a good thing to praise herself in front of outsiders, but when she thought that the object was her nephew, she didn't dare to imagine the scene.

Song Junchen is usually a person who pays attention to his image, but at this time, he really can't help it, he never seems to realize that his father can be so interesting, and even a little, cute?

"Don't talk about me, just talk about you, I dare to guarantee that your kid will definitely not have a girlfriend, with your stinky temper, which girl can stand it?" Song Yiyang said with certainty.

"Nonsense! That's because I don't want to look for it! Cao Luo retorted.

"Don't want to find it?" Song Yiyang smiled directly: "You just say that you don't have it, it's over!" How old are you? ”

"It's almost twenty-two, what's the matter, you have to take care of this?" Cao Luo was very unhappy.

"It's really useless, people who are almost twenty-two don't even have a girlfriend." Song Yiyang's face was full of undisguised disdain: "Let me tell you, the one just now, my son, is fifteen years old!" I found a girlfriend at the age of fifteen! ”

Song Junchen: "······ Who did I recruit and who did I mess with? ”

Song Qingshuang looked at her son a little ridiculously, she remembered that her son swore that he had never found a girlfriend.

"Fifteen? Who are you teasing? Cao Luo's tone made it clear that he didn't believe it, but Song Junchen's brain hurt now, and he would rather Cao Luo misunderstood and quickly uncover the topic, but the facts are always out of human control.

"You don't believe me?" As soon as Song Yiyang's sentence came out, Song Junchen's eyes darkened, if it weren't for his mother's warning eyes, maybe he would have rushed in to shut up these two guys.

"Let me tell you, that stinky boy was in junior high school at the time, and I just came back from training outside, hey, this kid was on the road, holding the hand of the little girl, and he walked quite fast." Song Yiyang said triumphantly.

Song Junchen felt that the people in the bathroom were probably fake.

Is this really his own father?

That serious father who concentrates on cultivation, doesn't smile, and improves his strength in various places?

Why does it feel like it's a middle-aged greasy man possessed by an aunt?

"Then your son is quite powerful······ Cao Luo added faintly.

Song Junchen wanted to grab the ground with his head.

Fortunately, the two big men didn't wash for a long time at all, and in just a few moments, someone bought a set of clothes, from top to bottom and from the outside to the inside.

Cao Luo, who had changed his clothes, noticed Song Junchen's resentful eyes, and looked at himself with his gaze in confusion, no problem, does he still care about defeating him? It shouldn't be.

After thinking about it, Cao Luo still decided to encourage him, so he stepped forward and patted Song Junchen on the shoulder: "Brother, it's amazing, you can find your other half at the age of fifteen." ”

Cao Luo is definitely kind-hearted, although he is a little jealous of this kind of person, although he is a little red and an older leftover man like Cao Luo, he still admires it very much, but Song Junchen, who heard this, didn't think so, and looked helplessly at the complicated gaze that his mother had just dropped, and always felt that he had become a scumbag······

At the dinner table, there were only four of them.

Cao Luo always had an illusory feeling, more than a day ago, he came to the door of someone's house and blew up a big hole at the gate, and yesterday he fought with others to death, and offended everyone who seemed to have a little face on the spot.

As a result, now, he is sitting at the Song family's dinner table, although there are only four people, but it is equally unbelievable.

The most conspicuous thing on the table is a small jar, a bit like the head of a hot pot constantly emitting a kind of fruit wood carbon fragrance, which is tempting and does not choke the nose.

There is a white towel neatly stacked on the edge of the altar, as if it is soaked in water, firmly locking the fragrance, without the slightest leakage, although the mouth of the altar is small, but the belly is very large, people can't help but guess, what is inside.

Cao Luo always felt a little restrained, although strictly speaking, the three people in front of him were all his relatives, except for this hateful Song Yiyang, those two people also had a blood connection with him. But after all, I had never met before, and the atmosphere was more awkward for a while.

Song Qingshuang just grabbed the dishes for herself, and the food in front of her was already sharp, as for the father and son of the Song family, they were waiting by her arrogant request, and the father and son could only stare at each other with big eyes.

Song Yiyang was unconsciously vigilant to the outside environment when he was eating, and from time to time a pair of shining eyes appeared from the edge of the bowl. And his son, who eats something better than him, can only eat rice, but this kid is little by little, and he really thinks he is eating some expensive food.

Cao Luo looked helplessly at Song Qingshuang, who still wanted to continue adding vegetables, and opened his mouth and didn't know what to call.

Song Qingshuang caught a glimpse of Cao Luo's face, sighed in her heart, stopped what she was doing, and asked, "Child, you've been here for so long, and I don't know what your name is." ”

"Cao Luo."

"Oh? Coincidentally, are your adoptive parents' family also surnamed Cao? Song Qingshuang was a little curious.

"No, it's been called this since I was a child." Cao Luo didn't want to explain too much about this matter, he and the family in front of him were not familiar with the realm of being able to explain it.

Song Qingshuang didn't dwell on this topic, but asked with interest: "Xiao Luo should go to college, where to go?" ”

"Well, Alliance Research University, I just went there this year." Cao Luo nodded and replied.

"Hmph, I only went to college at twenty-two, I must have been useless before, I don't know how many levels I left." Song Yiyang is so annoying, it seems that he can't see Cao Luo's goodness.

Before Cao Luo could refute, Song Qingshuang's beautiful eyes widened, and she pointed the finger at Song Yiyang: "What do you mean?" What happened to twenty-two? Now the above shows that I have a solid grasp before! And what kind of university is it? Alliance Research University! ”

Song Yiyang was speechless, he himself didn't talk about the Alliance Research University, he didn't even go to an ordinary university, he was born as a coolie, and he relied on his own understanding in the mecha.

Cao Luo couldn't help but gloat, he was particularly incompatible with Song Yiyang, and he was happy when he saw Song Yiyang deflated.

"Ahem." Song Junchen rounded: "Mom, don't say it, the dish is ready." ”

"Oh, yes, yes, yes, I almost forgot, Xiao Luo, I made it for you." Song Qingshuang flexibly handled the lid, and it contained a whole stewed chicken, which was called a fragrant.

Song Qingshuang looked at this jar and said with some emotion: "Qingxue back then, it was your mother, and her favorite food was my stewed chicken, even if she married into the Cao family in the future, she would come back from time to time to eat." It seems that she thinks of her sister, Song Qingshuang's expression is very warm, full of memories.

"Before giving birth to you, she came to our house for the last time, and after eating this dish, she joked with me that after giving birth, she had to eat ten or eight of them, and the result was ······." Song Qingshuang's eyes turned red.

There were no words in the field, and the results after that were clear to the four of them.

"Try it, it's your mother's favorite food, after all." The tears in Song Qingshuang's eyes made Cao Luo unable to say a word of refusal at all, he obediently sandwiched a piece of meat, this time Song Yiyang just watched silently, surprisingly without sarcasm.

The meat was fragrant, it was stewed badly, and the soup was locked in. Cao Luo ate very slowly, as if he was talking to his mother across time and space······