It was still the kind of high-end restaurant that Han Cheng was used to going to, a small table with delicate wood grain that could accommodate four people, and the warm yellow light sprinkled on the large and small plates that had already been served on the table, shining the crystal trim on the plate.

"Why did you come so late? Did the school make you work overtime again? Oh, how many times have I told you, girls don't have to work so hard, and when they get married in the future, they will always have to put their family first......" As soon as the woman sitting next to Han Cheng saw Wen Yihuan appear, she began to chatter, and it wasn't until another middle-aged man next to her coughed heavily that she stopped talking.

The woman was obviously old, her hair was already mixed with a lot of white, she was wearing a large infrared jacket, and the logo on her chest had faded faintly, and she couldn't see the original shape; The middle-aged man's dress was more energetic than her, his sparse hair was meticulously combed, and the woolen vest on his body was ironed neatly, although it was obvious at a glance that he had worn old clothes for many years, but he couldn't find a single thread that jumped out.

Wen Yihuan took a deep breath, pulled out a chair and sat down, "No, Mom, this is my normal off-duty time." ”

The two people brought by Han Cheng are actually Wen Yihuan's parents, Wen Zehua and Hu Ling.

Seeing that Wen Yihuan had no intention of chatting with his parents, Han Cheng said gracefully: "Uncle and aunt are actually worried that you are too busy and it will not be good if you are tired. Now that everyone is here, let's move the chopsticks first. ”

Wen Yihuan wanted to say something, but with a pair of concerned eyes from Hu Ling, she had to sigh secretly and get up to pour some tea for her parents' teacups. To a certain extent, there is actually a reason why Han Cheng was able to get the approval of the other party's parents without being abrupt and rude when he was just a few months of dating.

Take today's meal as an example, in order to take care of the habits of the elderly, he deliberately chose a relatively high-end Chinese restaurant, instead of the Western food he usually eats.

I thought it was to explain the photo, but it inexplicably turned into a happy family banquet, even if Wen Yihuan had some whispers, he couldn't spread it out and say it, so he had to pretend to be hungry and keep bowing his head to eat.

For Han Cheng, the second elder is naturally extremely satisfied, although his daughter's appearance, although the job is stable and the appearance is not bad, but after all, he is 28 years old, and he always has a cold and glamorous shelf, and being able to meet an object like Han Cheng can be said to be a godsend for them. So, halfway through the meal, the conversation naturally turned to getting married.

"I see you, you're only busy with work all day long," Hu Ling knocked on the edge of Wen Yihuan's bowl with chopsticks, and said angrily, "Han Cheng just told me and your father, you two are not young, I see, it's almost, you can get things done......"

This time, Wen Zehua didn't interrupt her with a cough, and when Wen Yihuan raised his head, he saw that his serious and square face also had an expression of approval.

With the photos in his heart, coupled with his parents who were inexplicably invited, Wen Yihuan finished a meal a little awkwardly, and after sending the second elder home, he was also a little tired, leaning on the leather cushion in Han Cheng's car, and closed his eyes slightly.

"You really don't want to explain?"

It was a long time before she spoke. At this time, the car had already driven to the downstairs of the apartment where she lived, Wen Yihuan opened her eyes, and her cat-like eyes were shining brightly under the faint lights in the car.

Han Cheng was able to resist her scrutinizing gaze, loosened his tie, put his hand on the steering wheel, and said calmly: "I drank too much last night and slept for a while." ”

His words were concise and to the point, and there was no apologetic meaning, but the implication was the fault of some ill-intentioned woman, as if he were talking about something very ordinary. Wen Yihuan stared at his face, his lips moved slightly, but he didn't speak.

"Hmm."

She replied lightly, without saying anything else, and then opened the car door and walked into the corridor.

Han Cheng is indeed a person with some skills. He didn't have to bow his head to admit his mistakes, let alone coax her with a shy face, he just gently and politely invited her parents to the dinner table together, and he could remind her silently-

It's okay to get by, just turn a blind eye, because it's time for her to get married, and he's a perfect marriage partner who can hardly find flaws.

Wen Yihuan was immersed in his own thoughts, and some mechanically took out the key and unscrewed the door lock. Usually at this time, Ye Nantian would run out happily, if it was not yet nine o'clock, he would pounce on her in the form of a puppy, and if it was late, it would be a big man, smiling and giving a hug that was said to be "courtesy".

But today, she had already walked to the door of the entrance and took out her slippers, but there was no one to be seen. If you listen to it, it looks like there are some voices in the bedroom.

"Hmm...... Right...... You can do what I say......"

Wen Yihuan stepped on the floor with her bare feet, trying not to make a sound to approach the bedroom, she saw the faintly lit light source at the door, and looked at it lightly.

But it was still discovered, Ye Nantian sat in front of her computer, turned her head suddenly, and smiled brightly with a mouthful of white teeth: "Are you back?" ”

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, his body turned slightly to a subtle angle, which happened to cover all the computer screens.