After the meal, the two families walked out of the restaurant.

"Xiao Luo, you send Xiaoxi back." Si Zhenhao and Yan Yue said.

"Dad, I didn't drive here."

"What's going on?" The crowd was puzzled.

"Halfway through, my car ran out of gas, so I took a taxi." In the half-truths, he said it calmly.

Hearing this, everyone was a little stunned.

In the brief explanation, Silo's mind flashed her figure. Her appearance was like a timely rain, which blessed him, but the flowers that bloomed in his heart were beyond the eyes of others.

"I see." Mo Zhanzheng said kindly, "Then let Xiaoxi go back with us, after all, she still lives with her parents." ”

Without saying a word to his lover, Qingxi said goodbye to Si Zhenhao and Yao Hong. Today, his performance left her unhappy. However, in front of her elders, she didn't have any seizures.

Seeing Mo Zhanzheng's family leave, Si Luo got into his father's car.

Along the way, the driver drove, Si Luo sat in the passenger seat, Si Zhenhao and his wife sat in the back seat, and the whole family was silent.

When the car stopped next to a three-story wooden house, Si Luo, who wanted to get out of the car, was called by his father.

"Xiao Luo, there is no problem between you and Xiaoxi, right?" Si Zhenhao asked solemnly.

Looking at his father, Si Luo replied without hesitation, "We are quite good between us. ”

"You have to treat people well, Xiaoxi is a good girl, you can't hurt her. There are a lot of 'flowers and plants' outside, so you have to keep your distance from other women. ”

Regarding his father's teachings, Si Luo nodded and responded, "I remember your words. I know what to do. ”

"The son has grown up, and we should believe in him." Feeling that her husband was a little worried, Yao Hong, who patted Si Luo's shoulder, said kindly, "Xiao Luo, you live alone, you must know how to take care of yourself." When it comes to eating, no matter how busy you are at work, you must eat. ”

is not only the role of a strict father and mother, but also a parent, who must know how to be relaxed. A father's strictness cannot be demanding, and a mother's love cannot be doting. In this regard, Si Zhenhao and Yao Hong know how to divide it.

"Remember your mom and don't let her worry about you all the time." No matter how strong a father is, he finally has a soft heart that loves his children.

"Well, you have to take care of yourselves, too."

After saying goodbye, Si Luo got out of the car. When he saw the car drive away, he walked to his quarters.

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Two years ago, Mo Zhanzheng, who got this house, introduced the house to Si Luo. At that time, Siluo, who liked this house very much, bought the house at a preferential price. Later, when he went to Switzerland, he did not rent out his idle wooden house, but had someone clean the house regularly.

The chalet is a detached three-storey building. The first floor is a hall, and the second floor is divided into several rooms, which he never uses, but only uses the third floor as his living space.

Inside, the entire space is decorated with modern decorations, and the layout inside is clearly presented in front of you. A white fabric sofa and an irregularly shaped white guest table are placed in the center of the room. Behind the sofa is the open kitchen, where the items on the kitchen table are neatly arranged. On the right side of the room is a large square bed, and an old willow tree is planted outside the floor-to-ceiling window at the head of the bed. Next to the bed, a laptop sits on a light-colored desk. In the empty space against the wall is a small bookshelf, which contains mostly management and jewelry books. However, he never works here and doesn't take his work home with him.

The spotlessly clean house is a sigh of relief, which also reflects the quality of life of the owner.

Sitting on the sofa, facing the silent house, thinking of Mo Zhanzheng's proposal, Si Luo was a little irritable. When her figure appeared in his mind, his attention shifted, and his curiosity about her increased. Ask yourself, he's seen quite a few women. But such a beautiful and cold woman is the first time I have met her.

I've met her a few times, but I don't even know her name. has crossed paths with her several times, and the conversations between the two are rare. Whether this was a fate or a deliberate approach to hers, he was full of doubts. However, he was looking forward to meeting her again. After thinking about it, he took out his mobile phone from his jacket, and then pressed the mobile phone number of a familiar contact······

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After arriving home with her parents, Qingxi pouted and sat on the single sofa chair.

"My baby girl is not happy." Sitting on the couch, Mo Zhanzheng looked at his daughter with a wry smile.

There was no need to hide his emotions anymore, Qingxi, who was sitting next to his father, hugged his hand and said pitifully: "Dad, I want to marry Si Luo." In this life, I will not marry her. ”

Hearing this, Zhang Huimin, who was sitting next to her husband, smiled and said nothing.

"But people don't want to get married yet." Mo Zhanzheng said half-jokingly, "I can't force people to marry you." ”

"So what should I do?" His gaze fell to the ground, and Qingxi asked in distress.

"If you really want to be with Silo, then don't put pressure on him just yet. However, you have to be optimistic about this man and can't let other women take your place. ”

After listening to his father, Qingxi was thoughtful.

Staring at his daughter, Mo Zhanzheng continued meaningfully: "Although you and Si Luo have a good emotional foundation, and the two of them are also engaged, it is indispensable to guard against others. ”

"Xiaoxi, your father is right, you have to remember." Agreeing with her husband, Zhang Huimin did not forget to tell her daughter.

"yes, I see." After responding to his parents sonorously, Cheongxi rested his head on his father's shoulder and smiled.

Patting his daughter's arm, Mo Zhanzheng said: "As long as you are happy and marry a good husband in the future, your mother and I will have nothing to ask for." ”

Biting her fingers, Qingxi leaned on her father's shoulder and nodded, a happy smile on her face.

In the living room of the duplex house, infinite warmth wafts on every inch of the ground, and the air seems to be sprinkled with sugar.