For the sake of long-term peace and stability, we must be ruthless when we should be ruthless. Wang Chen stared at his wilting son and did psychological construction for himself.

Mi Zhi trotted all the way, laughed more than eight teeth, and when he saw Wang Chen and his son, he subconsciously flashed the question of why Lao Wang's expression was serious, but he was quickly squeezed out by his son's tall figure.

Wait, son...... How do you hang your head and slump your shoulders......

Mi Zhi walked over and pulled her son over, so scared that her soul flew out of her body: "You'er, are you uncomfortable?" Tell Mom. ”

Wang Chengyou shook his head weakly.

"He didn't feel uncomfortable, he just felt sad at the thought of flying to the United States at night, and he didn't know what to tell you." Wang Chen softened his voice and explained to Mi Zhi warmly.

"What? Flying to the United States? Didn't you just come back from vacation? What are you flying to the United States for? ”

"Stay with the wind for a month and experience life at Harvard. This is something he has long thought about. Isn't it, Seung-buri? Well? ”

The threatening "um" made Wang Chengyou unable to follow his father's tone. Fortunately, the small punishment is only for a month.

Now that I think about it, it was he who was too naïve.

He thought that there was self-love and innocence between him and Mo Yan, so he was very reasonable, but how did people outside the camera know?

If Dad's perception was based on his contempt for authority and his indulgence, Dad would have been angry and sent him for a month, which was too much for him.

Wang Chengyou was sweating on his back, feeling that things were going to be messed up by his carelessness.

It doesn't matter what Dad thinks of him, but if he misunderstands Mo Yan, Mo Yan is too innocent. He couldn't explain it to his father. The explanation is not only useless, but also darkens and darkens.

So far, I have to admit it.

Mi Zhi didn't know what Chengyou was thinking, but looking at his lost soul, he guessed that it might not be as he said, and there must be something strange in it. It's useless to cry, and being able to serve as Mrs. Wang's throne shows that she is still a rational person.

Holding his son, Mi Zhi pretended to accept his words, pulled him in the direction of the kitchen, said the words of choosing dishes in his mouth, turned around, but whispered: "You tell your mother honestly, did your father force you to go?" Just nod or shake your head. ”

Wang Chengyou nodded.

"Then tell me again, are you unwilling to go? It's just a matter of nodding or shaking your head. ”

Wang Chengyou nodded again.

"Wrap it up on me, stay with me for a while."

After whispering this, Mi Zhi suddenly let go of Wang Chengyou, obviously walked to the kitchen door, pushed him into the living room again, and shouted: "You have a sweet mouth, saying that you can trust Zhang's mother's craftsmanship, and you like to eat whatever Zhang's mother does." Well, stay in the living room with your dad and wait for the meal to begin. ”

Wang Chengyou did not have high hopes for his mother's "wrap on me", but he still obediently strolled over. This time I met my father face to face, and he was not as energetic as the last time he attended the shareholders' meeting, and he has now become a monkey who has been suppressed at the bottom of the mountain......

Father and son sat in relative silence for a quarter of an hour.

Michel is ready to eat.

A group of housekeeping staff served dishes and bowls, and soon set up a table.

After eating for ten minutes, Mi Zhi suddenly said in a nervous tone: "You'er, why do you have such a bad appetite, like you can't eat?" ”

Wang Chengyou's hand shook the chopsticks of pastrami with chopsticks, and several slices of beef as thin as cicada wings fell into the plate. This dish is only spent on cutting, and it is delicious because of the knife skills.

"Are you sick?" Michel then exclaimed.

"Uh-huh." Wang Chengyou replied vaguely.

"Mama Zhang, Mama Zhang," Mi Zhi shouted, "bring the thermometer." ”

Wang Chen's eyes were closed, and he watched his wife look at his son. His face was extremely calm, and he did not show any worry.

When Zhang's mother heard the sound, she hurriedly brought the thermometer, and immediately clamped Wang Chengyou's armpit. Wang Chengyou snorted and almost hit his forehead on the table.

The thermometer almost burned out his skin. It's too hot, they really dare, and they're not afraid of exploding.

After measuring it for a while, Mama Zhang took it out and exclaimed, "Madam! 39 degrees! ”

Mi Zhi took the thermometer, looked at it "carefully" for a long time, and immediately covered her chest with her hands, the person shook it, she shoved the thermometer into Zhang's mother's hand, and turned to her husband: "My dear, could it be the recurrence of the old disease last year?" It's fine, why did you suddenly feel depressed and have a fever? ”

Wang Chen originally suspected that Mi Zhi's reaction was too exaggerated, but when he heard Mi Zhi's doubts, he couldn't help but calm her while feeling weak: "Military training is fine, there is no recurrence of old diseases...... As for the low mood, it may be caused by physical discomfort...... In the hot summer, it is reasonable to go in and out of the air-conditioned room, catch a cold or something. ”

In order to prevent Mi Zhi from entanglement, he secretly diverted his attention: "Now that you use thermometers, why do you still keep such an antique thing as a mercury thermometer?" ”

Mi Zhi really didn't say anything to him anymore, but his eyes were red: "After half a month of hard military training, I was so tired that I was black and thin, and I finally got home. Have pity on my son! "I was about to say that I was about to fly again, but I turned a corner before I spoke.

She said it with emotion, and when it came to the back, she really cried out loud.

Mi Zhi, who was wet with tears, walked up to Chengyou and hugged Chengyou: "What kind of sin are you doing?" My heart is going to die. ”

Wang Chengyou hugged his mother's waist and rested his face on his mother's arm. Oscar owes his mom a little golden man.

In the third second when Mi Zhi's tears fell into Wang Chengyou's hair, Wang Chen finally couldn't sit still, he twisted uneasily, and coughed lightly: "Since, since you have a fever, don't fly tonight, postpone it for a few days." ”

Mi Zhi seemed to remember this: "Fly? Lao Wang, I only ask you, do you think I have too many children? You'er has a fever, and you're still thinking about the ticket. ”

Hey, is he thinking about the wasted ticket?

Wang Chen wanted to explain that he didn't care about the cost of that ticket at all, not to mention, if there was a sick certificate issued by the hospital, even if he canceled before the flight, he could get a full refund. Is he worried about money?

But seeing that Mi Che was on the verge of an emotional breakdown, he kept silent in order to be pure.

Mi Zhi sobbed, pulled up his son and ran to the elevator: "Good, go back to the room and lie down and rest, I'll help you serve you whatever you want to eat." ”

Wang Chengyou glanced at his father timidly, and when he saw that his father waved his hand and allowed him to leave the table, he got up and followed his mother.

The two of them were still wiping tears in the elevator, and they were depressed. If nothing else, they still keep in mind the fact that there is a camera in the electronic control.

When he arrived on the second floor and entered Wang Chengyou's room, Wang Chengyou instantly grinned, hugged his mother and turned around.