Ling Xuan couldn't believe it, he was waiting outside, and it was his father and... Jiang Fuyue? !
Although only a side face was shown, the girl's figure had been silently watched and scrutinized countless times by him, and she could be recognized at a glance.
It's her, that's right!
Soon, the driver of the family arrived by car. Ling Qingzhou got into the car and said, "go home."
Ling Xuan couldn't recover for a long time.
until-
"Child?" An old lady patted him on the shoulder, "Are you okay? Why are you sitting on the road alone?"
Ling Xuan's eyes were blank.
The old lady asked again: "Did something happen?"
Ling Xuan stood up without saying a word, then stumbled away.
His mind is in a mess now, and he can't think normally at all.
Dad and Jiang Fuyue
How could these two people meet
Since when did they know each other
Why come to the bar late at night
There are also a few small actions of the father just now, he has never been so meticulous to anyone, including the mother, and including his son!
But it happened to Jiang Fuyue...
Ling Xuan didn't dare to think about it anymore. For the first time, he had the idea of deceiving himself.
He hails a taxi casually, gets in, and asks the driver to drive to Ling's villa.
"hurry up."
Therefore, he and Ling Qingzhou arrived home almost at the same time.
"Where are you going so late?" The man frowned, changed his slippers and walked to the living room.
Ling Xuan stood still, and suddenly called out: "Dad—"
Ling Qingzhou turned her head and saw that he was standing in the porch with his head down, and he came in without changing his shoes. The wrinkles between his brows deepened, and he couldn't help but show some scrutiny and scrutiny.
"how?"
"Where were you tonight?" he asked.
The question, the tone, seemed familiar.
It happened just once not too long ago.
Ling Qingzhou: "What's the matter with you? You learn like your mother, where do I need to report to you?"
The last sentence is too harsh.
When he said it, Ling Qingzhou himself realized this.
But the words had already been spoken, and it was hard to take back the water. He was a strict father, and he had no habit of subduing himself in front of his son, so he could only remain so stiff.
"Heh..." A chuckle escaped from the young man's lips.
Ling Xuan changed his slippers, and calmly walked in front of the man without any emotion, and he called him, "Dad."
Ling Qingzhou looked at his son who was about the same height as him, and his eyebrows were drawn together.
A child has emotions, but he still has this cognitive ability.
"Mom is in the bedroom."
Ling Qingzhou: "?"
"You'd better go to the guest room to clean up and see her again, or you can stay in the guest room, it smells so bad."
Ling Qingzhou's eyes suddenly darkened.
Ling Xuan closed his eyelids halfway, so that people could not see the specific emotion clearly, then passed him and went straight upstairs.
…
In the following days, Ling Xuan still went to school as usual.
But obviously avoiding Jiang Fuyue.
He didn't have the courage to directly ask her about the relationship between his father and her, but he couldn't help being curious.
He wanted to ask Jiang Fuyue in the past, but the consequences of this questioning would be immeasurable.
It's ridiculous and sad to be as proud as he is when he is so cowardly and embarrassed.
In particular, the two have to participate in semi-closed training before the league match, and spend most of their time in the same training class, seeing each other without looking up.
He tried his best to maintain a normal mind, but he couldn't help but care.
Fortunately, I haven't seen any interaction between the two since then, and the pungent perfume smell no longer appeared on my father's body.
One day, when he came home from school, he saw Zhou Qin's face, which had been dark for many days, finally cleared up, "Mom, did you encounter any happy things?"
"Ah Xuan, last time..." She was a little embarrassed, with a bit of embarrassment, "I may have misunderstood your father."
Ling Xuan was taken aback.
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