Leslie immediately took the photo back to the newspaper office. Regardless of whether these two people are the protagonists of this photo—the two men, tomorrow's headlines will be hot enough!
He has already envisioned a steady stream of bonuses in his future.
The guards sent the two to the manor in the countryside all the way.
In the middle of an open lake in front of you is a manor covering an area of nearly a thousand square meters.
"Sir, Combs Manor has arrived."
"Okay!" Ling Senhao asked people to take out the luggage from the trunk and move it in, while he and Mo Shaoqing walked slowly along the path by the river.
Passing through a path in the maple forest, the manor was completely displayed in Mo Shaoqing's field of vision.
This is a three-storey one-shaped manor, with a row of beautiful windows on the beige carved wall, matched with a sky blue roof, which is very bright in the sun, and there is a pointed turret on each side of the manor . There are two acres of beautiful violets on both sides of the garden.
Ling Senhao introduced: "This is Combs Manor, where I grew up."
"Do you think your parents don't like me? After all, I'm still a man..." Mo Shaoqing was thinking about this question along the way. Facts have proved that this question is really difficult to answer without contacting An Si's parents.
"Actually, this is also called the Violet Manor, because there are large tracts of violets here. Do you know why so many violets are planted?"
Ling Senhao said to himself: "The flower language of violets is eternal love. Violets are produced in the south of O continent, and the violets in City A are the most beautiful. The reason is that hundreds of years ago, the patriarch of the Lawrence family wanted to offer a gift to the prince of country F. Courtship, recruited a large number of excellent gardeners to let them cultivate the most beautiful violets in the world, and later he succeeded, Prince Yu was moved by him, so he gave up his status as the heir to the throne and came to country B with him, and the two moved out of St. Bobo, spend your life here."
After Ling Senhao finished speaking, he looked at Mo Shaoqing eagerly.
Mo Shaoqing was startled, why is the story of this prince different from the fairy tale? Why does it feel a bit weird...
"Your patriarch is...?"
"man!"
Mo Shaoqing knew that what Ling Senhao said was just to tell him that there was a precedent of men falling in love in their family, so he should not be nervous.
"I see." The two smiled at each other, clasped their fingers together, and walked into the manor together.
Combs Manor
"A few days ago, Tian Senhao said that he would bring his boyfriend home, why hasn't he come yet?" Mother Ling paced back and forth at the door, but touched Mr. Lawrence who was reading a book calmly.
Ling's mother rushed forward and snatched the book in his hand: "Hey, why are you not nervous at all, this is the first time Sen Hao brings friends back, please be gentle in a while, if you scare my daughter-in-law away I'm done with you."
"Yes, ma'am, I understand." Mr. Lawrence threw up his hands in surrender.
"Hee hee!" Claire snickered.
But Ling's mother caught her and gave her a glance: "Don't be complacent, don't talk nonsense for a while, it will make your younger siblings hate you."
"Yes, mother, I will not say anything for a while."
Mother Ling shouted like the kitchen: "Xuanyue, is the meal ready?"
Xuanyue responded: "Mrs. Hui, everything is ready. The young lady cooks and prepares it herself. It's all Chinese dishes!"
Ling's mother was patting the non-existent dust on her body, but she suddenly paused: "Uh... okay, I'm going to try the dishes first."
"Pfft—" After the people left, Claire couldn't help laughing anymore, "Haha, father, look at my mother who is so anxious that she hasn't been idle all morning—"
"Okay, you go get ready too." Mr. Lawrence concealed his smile and confessed that it was time for him to change clothes.
"Obey, my lord father!" Claire made a joke and withdrew.
Mo Shaoqing and Ling Senhao walked into the manor slowly. Unlike the idleness in the castle, the whole manor was filled with servants in maid outfits.
"Are they...?" Mo Shaoqing asked.
Ling Senhao naturally knew that these people were making final preparations, "It's okay."
When the servants saw the two together, they immediately stopped their work and lined up neatly to bow to them.
Mo Shaoqing was taken aback by the situation, "Alright, alright, you are fine too."
Ling Senhao waved his hand: "Okay, you guys go to work, Shaoqing, I will take you to meet my parents first."
The two pushed open the door, only to find that the living room was empty.
Mo Shaoqing: "..."
"Aren't they here?"
"No, it should be, mother—"
kitchen
Sylvie stopped what she was doing, "Mother, I seem to have heard Ans's voice—"
The two looked at each other, immediately put down all the movements in their hands, and came out to greet him.
Ling's mother hadn't seen her son for a long time, and when she suddenly saw the tall man at the door, she felt sad, "Sen Hao—my son!"
"Mother." Although Ling Senhao didn't show it obviously, there was a look of emotion on his face.
The two exchanged a hug before Ling Senhao introduced to Mo Shaoqing: "This is my mother, and this is my sister-in-law Sylvie."
Mo Shaoqing nodded and said hello: "Hi, I'm Mo Shaoqing."
After Mo Shaoqing said hello, he carefully looked at the two women in front of him. Although Ling's mother is almost sixty, she has been well cared for and looks like she is not in her fifties. A pair of long and narrow red phoenix eyes revealed kindness at this moment, and the fine lines on her face could not conceal her beautiful face. One can imagine how beautiful she must have been when she was young.
The other is Ling Senhao's sister-in-law Sylvie, who looks over forty, with the face of a standard Ozhou beauty, tall and slender, wearing a white lace skirt, with big golden brown waves outlining the perfect face.
"You are Shaoqing—" Mother Ling looked Mo Shaoqing up and down, nodded her head, and said with admiration, "You look so good. Good boy, this will be your home from now on, don't be restrained."
Although Sylvie couldn't understand Chinese, she could tell that her mother-in-law was very satisfied with the young man in front of her, so she smiled and said, "Hello, Shaoqing, I've heard An Si mention you a long time ago."
"Hello." Mo Shaoqing also saluted him.
"Don't be dazed, are you hungry? Your sister-in-law personally cooked a big meal today. Take a seat! Xuanyue, hurry up and call Mr. and the old man down, oh, oh, and Miss, God Oh, I always forget that she is back too!" Mother Ling continued to explain while pulling Mo Shaoqing to the restaurant.
Ling Senhao: "Sister is back too?"
Ling's mother smiled and said: "Yes, that girl came back from abroad specially and said that she would help you to see each other!"
After Mo Shaoqing and Ling Senhao took their seats, Miss Lawrence also came late.
She can speak Chinese fluently, and she came first before anyone arrived: "It's all my mother's fault, I was late to prepare anything—"
Miss Lawrence's face was more westernized than Ling Senhao's, and she looked like Ling Senhao's elder brother.
From this point of view, Ling Senhao's claim that he was "accidentally" born is indeed a little bit.
Mr. Lawrence supported Duke Lawrence slowly down the spiral staircase. At the last floor, Duke Lawrence pushed his son away, picked up a cane and walked slowly to the dining room.
"Father—" Mother Ling stepped forward to take the crutch and put it away, helped Duke Lawrence pull out the chair, and waited for him to sit down.
Duke Lawrence has a thick white beard, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the high bridge of the nose, and a pair of cloudy dark blue eyes in the center of the deep-set bird's nest.
Mr. Laurence is a younger version of the Duke of Laurence.
It is worth mentioning that both of them were wearing well-fitting dresses, as if they were about to attend a dinner party.
Mo Shaoqing knew that this was how much the Lawrence family valued him, so he quickly got up to say hello.
Duke Lawrence stared directly at Mo Shaoqing through his glasses: "Are you Ans' boyfriend?"
"Yes, Your Excellency the Duke." Mo Shaoqing looked directly at the old man.
"Hehe, you're fine, sit down, kid." The light in Duke Lawrence's eyes dimmed again.
"All right, dinner!" announced Mr. Lawrence.
Except for Mo Shaoqing and Mother Ling, the others prayed, and when Duke Lawrence moved the chopsticks, everyone raised their chopsticks one after another.
As expected, Ling Senhao had inherited the Lawrence gene. Neither Duke Lawrence nor Mr. Lawrence were talkative people, so the table was silent for a while.
Looking at the table full of Huaxia dishes, Mo Shaoqing was very moved. He didn't expect Ling's mother to be so considerate and prepared all this for him, and all the previous worries were forgotten.
Mo Shaoqing took a casual taste of the sweet and sour fish, and the thick and sour soup flowed into his stomach, and then a fishy smell flooded into his mouth, arousing Mo Shaoqing's desire to vomit.
But in front of the Lawrence family, it is true that such an unreasonable act cannot be done, Mo Shaoqing swallowed with pain.
Ling Senhao was the first person to notice that Mo Shaoqing's expression was wrong. He took a bite of the fish with chopsticks, and even he felt a faint fishy smell, let alone Shaoqing who was pregnant.
"Come on, I'll help you spit it out."
"No, no, don't." Mo Shaoqing refused Ling Senhao's help, took a sip of boiled water, and suppressed the smell of fish.
"What's the matter? Is the food not to your liking?" Mother Ling's most worried thing happened. Sylvie doesn't know how to handle Huaxia cuisine, but she is very eager to learn, and I have never had the heart to hurt her self-confidence. Sure enough, he lost face in front of the guests.
"I'm fine, I'm fine!" Mo Shaoqing waved his hands, but the paleness on his face could not deceive anyone.
"I'm so sorry, it's all my fault, I'm going to call the doctor!" Sylvie quickly stood up and was about to make a call.
"No, don't go yet, I have something important to announce." Ling Senhao stopped Sylvie.
Everyone was curious, but they saw Ling Senhao cleared his throat with unprecedented joy on his face, as if he had something important to announce.
Ling Senhao: "Actually, Shaoqing, he only behaves like this when he's pregnant... It's not that sister-in-law is not doing well enough!"
"Pong—" Mr. Lawrence's tableware and china plates made a loud and crisp sound, which is enough to prove the shock in his heart at the moment.