Cheng Biting Jin, who killed halfway, was Ma Yiming's father Ma Qianli.

"Click", the lights in the guest room were turned on, and for a while, Ma Yiming's eyes were dazzling.

I couldn't see my father's appearance clearly at this time, but I felt that his whole person was in the light, and he was unusually tall.

Sure enough, he is an international superstar, mighty and majestic, even if he is over half a hundred years old now, he is still short-tempered - of course, only when he is facing Ma Yiming, he hates iron but not steel.

Externally, his temper and popularity are very good.

Ma Qianli lifted the quilt and immediately hit Ma Yiming's head several times.

Ma Yiming subconsciously raised his hand to block.

I have to say that Ma Qianli is worthy of being born in martial arts, and he is known as the "steel tough guy Qianlima", so he naturally has a few brushes.

These blows were very heavy, even if they fell on Ma Yiming's arm, Ma Yiming felt that his arm was beaten so painfully that he almost broke his bones.

Ling Yuerong hurriedly persuaded: "Uncle, don't slap your face, don't slap your face!" ”

Right!

Ma Yiming eats with his face, and he can't slap his face, which is a wise saying.

Ma Qianli grabbed Ma Yiming's clothes, picked him up, and threw him on the ground.

This was not enough to relieve my anger, and I wanted to kick him a few more times, but at this time, the people in the housekeeping department heard the sound and heard that there were international superstars here!

Ma Qianli had no choice but to stop first, politely greet them, and send them away.

Closing the door carefully, Ma Qianli turned back angrily, only to see Ma Yiming grinding and tidying up the quilt, and the fire in Ma Qianli's belly came up again, "Don't go home yet, what else do you want to do?" ”

I also saw Ma Yiming's hair was messy, his beard was growing wildly, and he looked like a decadent young man.

Ma Qianli was even more angry, and wanted to hit someone again, but when he looked left and right, there were no tools in the guest room, so he raised his leg and kicked his son's ass.

This kick kicked Ma Yiming back to the bed.

Ma Qianli really couldn't imagine that his son was so weak, and when he thought of his son being so weak, his anger suddenly ignited, and he grabbed Ma Yiming's collar again, ready to fight first.

Ling Yuerong said: "Uncle, let's go back and talk about it~!" Let's talk about it when I go back~! ”

Ma Qianli is right to think about it, playing in the hotel is really not presentable.

So he stopped his hand first, pointed at Ma Yiming and said hatefully: "It's not that I'm unreasonable as a father, look at what you look like now?" ”

Pushing Ma Yiming to the mirror in the bathroom.

Ma Yiming wiped his face with water, needless to say in the mirror, he was unusually depressed and haggard, and his eyes were empty, but he was looking at the mirror, not looking at himself, but observing his father.

He was almost sixty years old, and his short hair was still black and thick, and of course, his hair was dyed and neatly combed, and he looked in good spirits, especially a pair of eyes, which were as sharp as an eagle.

There are many potholes and scars on the face, and even after many microplastic surgeries, it still cannot be completely resolved.

It is said that they are all the vicissitudes left by young filming.

When Ma Yiming was young, Ma Qianli would point to a certain part of his body and say to him, look, this was left when he was making that movie, and lo and behold, it was left when he was making this movie.

These large and small scars are the mark of my father's glory.

Now, it's a net that traps him.

Of course, looking at the past from Ma Qianli's point of view, seeing his son's eyes in the mirror, he seems to be a nerd, well, not a nerd, more like those autistic children, you know what he must be thinking in his heart, but you can never think of or guess what he is thinking.

This makes Ma Qianli even more crazy!

"What's the daze? Not yet! Shave your beard! If you lie down here any longer, you'll be going to become a sharp brother! ”

Oh, Brother Sharp.

Ma Yiming couldn't help but want to laugh.

"Look at what? You're looking at me, right? You're not happy with me, are you? Ma Qianli walked out of the bathroom, otherwise he would definitely be tempted to do it again.

"I really don't understand, what else are you not satisfied with! Eat well, drink well, how can it be like when we were children, wow, we couldn't even eat! ”

Ma Qianli sat on the edge of the bed angrily, and Ling Yuerong was next to him to beat his back. "Uncle, dissipate gas, dissipate gas."

"Move fast!" Ma Qianli said.

"Yes, Uncle~." Ling Yuerong replied instead, "Ah Ming knows. ”

Ma Qianli said: "You are half as sensible as Ling Yuerong, I wake up laughing in my dreams." ”

But no, Ma Yiming thought to himself, I am not a filial son.

He closed the bathroom door and stood under the shower head to adjust the temperature of the water, which was not quite right today, it was too cold for a while, too hot for a while, and it was always not in the right place.

It's strange that after sleeping for so many days, he still feels that he hasn't slept enough, his brain is groggy, his thinking is intermittent, and it is difficult to concentrate.

"Okay, no?! Okay, no?! "I heard my father urging outside.

"That's it." Ma Yiming said weakly.

The father didn't seem to hear it, and continued to ask, "Okay?!" Okay, no?! ”

"It's all right-----"

Ma Yiming shaved his beard, combed his hair neatly, and fixed it one by one with mousse.

But he came out empty-handed, and he didn't bring a change of clothes.

Ma Qianli scolded and scolded, "I've convinced you!" Regardless of the head! Ma Yiming, how old are you this year! Twenty-seven years old! Do you still think you're a child? ”

"You know what I was doing when I was your age? I was framed and took refuge in a beautiful country, young master! ”

The comparison between the present and the past always makes Ma Qianli angry.

Obviously, Ma Qianli suffered a lot when he was young.

It was not easy to achieve today's achievements and get the nickname of "steel tough guy, Xiangjiang's Maxima".

And the son, who was born with a golden key, doesn't have to suffer any hardships, gives him the country with both hands, and personally supports him to walk, why can't he surpass himself?

Ma Qianli thought about it, the external conditions are so superior, it must be the internal reason of his son.

If you don't make it, you can't get motivated, you can't support the wall with mud, and you want to be angry with him!

Ma Qianli was furious and instructed Dong Hui to go to the house to get clothes.

Naturally, he needs that kind of orthodox suit to reflect his son's youth and righteousness.

And it must be dark to reflect the son's stability.

After a while, Dong Hui took his clothes and came over.

Ma Qianli ordered his son to put it on.

Before leaving, Ma Yiming wanted to take back the vase.

Ma Qianli slapped it over, "What are you doing with the hotel things?" ”

Ma Yiming argued: "Dad, this is mine." ”

"Neurotic!" Ma Qianli said, "What do you look like when a star is holding a vase in his hand?!" ”

Carrying the back collar of Ma Yiming, he kicked him out of the door.

Ma Yiming------- heart was stuffed with something.

It can't be said that he is angry, how can the son's mood towards his father be described as anger.

But thinking of going out this time, there must be paparazzi who will come to take pictures, and suddenly saw Dong Hui wearing a pair of sneakers on his feet, and they were covered with mud.

Ma Yiming took a look at this, and suddenly came up with a rotten idea, just when he took the elevator downstairs, he stood on tiptoe, poked out half of his foot, and the other foot was cocked, and slowly folded the shoe in half, and stepped on this foot hard.

"Click." The leather shoes of this year are really powerful, and when you step on it, the sole is broken in half.

"Ding" The elevator door opened, Ma Qianli walked out of the elevator, and Ma Yiming didn't follow him out.

"Where's Yiming? What else are you doing? Since it was already a hall when he got out of the elevator, there were more people coming and going, and Ma Qianli showed a rare iron man tenderness to his son.

I saw Ma Yiming grinding in the elevator, and muttered, "Dad, my shoes are broken." ”