"Look at how much you mopped the floor, you wiped it clean for me." Ze Zhixun roared angrily, he had obviously lost his due reason.

But He Beichen naturally wouldn't listen to him, the young man still stood indifferently, he looked at Ze Zhixun's face. It was the face of a mature man, but it was so disgusting to him.

"Beichen, did you hear that?" At this time, Xie Lan seems to have forgotten that she is a mother, and she only cares about the identity of Ze Zhixun's wife, and then she is on the side of ***.

"Your dad asked you to wipe it, what are you still doing in a daze?" The woman's words were very light, but they sounded extremely harsh to He Beichen, "My dad? The young man asked rhetorically, and then a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but it was a bitter smile.

"I don't have a dad, and my dad passed away when I was very young." He Beichen said, his eyes couldn't help but glow with a trace of sadness. But this is something that Ze Zhixun can't see, the more he can't accept himself like this, the more annoyed Ze Zhixun feels, "What do you mean?" The man asked rhetorically, his eyes visibly hostile.

"Hmph." He Beichen wanted to laugh when he saw Ze Zhixun in such a state, but in the next second, the young man's face was extremely cold.

"What do I mean? What do you think I mean? Bei Chen's eyes looked at the man in front of him, and there was a sharpness that had never been seen before.

"Beichen, what nonsense are you talking about." He Beichen's fearless attitude made Xie Lan feel very flustered, and the woman walked in front of the boy in a panic.

"I won't allow you to talk like that. Since I am married to him, he is your father, and you can recognize him, and you can recognize him if you don't. Xie Lan's words are very absolute, and the woman thinks that she still believes her words a little in front of her son.

Unexpectedly, He Beichen didn't care about Xie Lan's set at all, "Then I won't admit it, what can you do to me." He smiled as he spoke, as if he had suddenly said the words that had been held in his heart for a long time, and he felt a lot more comfortable in his heart.

This is a very clear provocation, Xie Lan naturally didn't expect He Beichen to speak to himself like this, and the woman was stunned for a moment.

But Xie Lan is Xie Lan, she quickly came to her senses, "You dare." Her words were extremely cold and mean, "If you don't accept this family, then you don't want to get a penny from me." ”

Xie Lan's words were very ruthless, very much like her personality. At this time, He Beichen obviously did not have the financial ability, he softened all of a sudden, and the expression on his cheeks softened significantly, revealing a little helplessness.

"How?" Xie Lan smiled, she could find obvious retreat from the young man's face, she naturally knew that it was a compromise from He Beichen, "Don't you dare to go." The woman's voice was very proud, more like a victory.

Her eyebrows raised, "If you dare to leave this house today, you'll never have to look for me again." Her tone was very light, but it made Beichen extremely sad.

The boy bit his lip tightly, the expression between his eyebrows was no longer so firm, it seemed that he was in a sea of misery, but he didn't know how to break free, he didn't look into his mother's eyes.

So-called, without such great ability, he can only accept his fate. Thinking about it like this, He Beichen felt that he was really ridiculous, and he wanted to escape from this house. He did want to escape, but where could he go? It's hard to starve yourself to death.

Bei Chen's head hung very low, and he inadvertently saw the bookcase at his feet again, and the young man's heart couldn't help but feel a trace of remorse, and the look in his eyes was very complicated.

After a long time, He Beichen also seemed to understand, his voice was very low, but there was some obvious softness, "I'm not leaving, I'll wipe, I'll just wipe." ”

The young man immediately squatted down, his whole body was already indescribably tired, but what made He Beichen feel even more sad was Fang Cai's soft words. In He Beichen's impression, this should be the most embarrassing thing for him.

He's grown so big, and he's never whispered to anyone like that. The rag in his hand couldn't help but become heavy, but Bei Chen didn't say anything, at this time he could only squat here to wipe the floor.

He Beichen's actions seemed to be soft, but Ze Zhixun couldn't be happy anymore, and the man's face was very sad.

He naturally didn't want He Beichen to live here, but now, the mother and son sang and harmonized, like setting up a stage, which made the man feel helpless, he wanted to say it to Xie Lan, but he felt that it was inappropriate, so he just opened his mouth and closed it knowingly, but he sprinkled the fire in his belly on Beichen's body again.

"If you want to wipe it, wipe it for me, wipe it clean." Ze Zhixun's voice was surprisingly loud, and it seemed so arrogant and unreasonable, the man turned around and felt a little angry, "Oh, that's right." Ze Zhixun said, a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

But He Beichen didn't look up at him, naturally he didn't know Ze Zhixun's ill-intentioned face, "We just moved to a new house, so we haven't had time to clean it yet, it doesn't look so clean, so let's do it, anyway, you're mopping the floor, then you can mop the floor at home." There was even an obvious evil smile in Ze Zhixun's tone.

At that moment, He Beichen stopped his hand, he never imagined that the man in front of him would be so shameless as he was now, he had already softened, but Ze Zhixun obviously didn't mean to let him go.

The rag in his hand was clutched by the young man, and the corners of his mouth became tighter and tighter, but Bei Chen didn't say a word after all. The boy seemed to be struggling, but he was used to it. Perhaps, this is the life of He Beichen, he was born with such a humble appearance.

Seeing that Beichen didn't speak, Ze Zhixun was even more proud, he seemed to have found a good way to deal with He Beichen, that is, to constantly squeeze him and squeeze him. He believes that He Beichen's patience has a limit, and one day, the young man will be squeezed away by himself.

The stoic expression on He Beichen's cheeks is the best proof, "You just squat here and give me a good wipe." Ze Zhixun finally put down another sentence in a chic manner, and then turned away.

"Oh, by the way, Lan Lan, I suddenly remembered." Ze Zhixun looked at the woman's slightly sad face and seemed to suddenly think of something, and then patted his chest slightly embarrassed, "In the pot, the pot is still wrapped in chicken soup for you." ”

As soon as the man's voice fell, there was a look of joy in his eyes, and the next second he hurried towards the cafeteria.

"Huh?" Xie Lan looked very surprised, the woman's mouth opened very instinctively, and then a smile appeared on her fair cheeks.

"Zhixun, look at what you are doing with so much for dinner, just cook a pork rib, what kind of chicken soup do you make." The woman complained a little distressedly, but her eyes were overflowing with unspeakable happiness.

Xie Lan looked at Ze Zhixun who was busy in the kitchen with his head down, the man bent over, and the slightly thick hand held the soup spoon in a serious and meticulous movement, at that moment, Xie Lan had an unprecedented sense of surprise, it seemed that what she could not get in her previous marriage, this marriage could give her.

The woman stood outside the kitchen and looked at it blankly, she didn't go in to help, but the look in her eyes was always fixed on Ze Zhixun's face, the man's nose bridge was high, just like when he was a student, he looked so gentlemanly.

It's just that Xie Lan has always been used to seeing him in a black suit and shiny leather shoes. I didn't think that such a man would be so attractive after wearing an apron. Xie Lan looked at him so obsessively, he was a little fascinated, so much so that Ze Zhixun had already brought the chicken soup to the table, and the woman didn't notice it.

"Come, Lanlan, try my wonton's chicken soup, it's not to your taste." Ze Zhixun had a smile on his face, contrary to the vicious face he had just treated He Beichen. was about to sit down, but saw that the woman he loved was still standing there in a daze, looking in a daze, "Lan Lan." The man called her again, and there was an indescribable tenderness in his tone.

This time, Xie Lan seemed to have reacted, the woman was stunned, and when she saw Ze Zhixun looking at her with a smile, she smiled a little embarrassedly.

Ze Zhixun rarely saw Xie Lan's shy appearance, and the face on his face became even more kind, "Lan Lan, what do you think again?" I called you twice before you came to your senses. The corners of Ze Zhixun's mouth were raised, and there was some provocative meaning, which made Xie Lan even more shy.

"Oh no, nothing." The woman wasn't thinking about anything, but now she didn't know why she stammered, "Did you cook the chicken soup?" I'll taste it. What Xie Lan said was more like a nonsense, but she didn't know how to alleviate the embarrassment, so she walked to the dining table and sat down lightly, touching Ze Zhixun's warm eyes.

"Here, taste." Ze Zhixun said, handing the small white bowl with chicken soup in his hand to Xie Lan, his tone was very soft, making Xie Lan sound very comfortable.

"I heard that chicken soup can replenish the body, but I have been eating wontons for a long time today." The man said and cautiously looked at Xie Lan's face.

The woman's thin lips slowly reached into the bowl, she took a sip slowly, and when the warm chicken soup touched the tip of Xie Lan's tongue, her eyes suddenly brightened, "Well, it tastes really good." Xie Lan said, her eyes revealing a child-like look, as if this was an emotion she had only had in her childhood.

The pair of men and women at the dinner table, you were eating and laughing word by word, it was obvious that they had forgotten the existence of He Beichen. At this time, Beichen is more like an outcast in this world.

The boy squatted for too long, and the pain in his legs made him kneel on the floor, while the rag in his hand was still laboriously rubbing on the newly laid floor, and large drops of sweat ran down Beichen's cheeks and onto his collarbone.