"Have you seen parents?"

“见了，昨天刚见的。”杨海阳呷了口酒，表情古怪，“她爸挺好说话的，但你可以明显的感觉到那种隔阂，就……跟他不是一类人，注定说不Do you understand together? "

Understand that I used to feel this about Shang Muyi.

"Well. What do he say about you and Shang Yunrou's marriage?"

"He said that as long as Shang Yunrou was happy, he also said that he was not optimistic with Yun Rou's mother at that time, but he still insisted on getting married, so he would not interfere with his children's love."

"That's good."

There is no opinion in Shanglu, even if Shang Muyi opposes it again, it is not a big deal.

"But their family feels weird." Yang Haiyang said.

"How to say?"

"Yun Rou, their stepmother, didn't speak too much, we ate, she ate it quickly, and went to the studio to paint. Shang Lu was not very concerned about her, a bit of a sense of appearance."

Listening to Yang Haiyang said like this, I am not surprised. In view of the fact that the other party and Mei Zixun were too similar, whether the starting point of Shang Lu's second marriage was because of "love", and a question mark was needed.

After eating meals from Yang Haiyang, as soon as entered the door, saw Shang Muyi sitting in the living room. There were three or four takeaways on the coffee table in front of me. The projection curtain was broadcast on the foreign movie.

After the winter vacation, he was not allowed to be free for a day, and was pulled by Shang Yunrou to start the office workers from nine nights and six in his company. Others have to shoot a horse to facilitate the opportunity to be lazy, and not even allow him to explode the identity of Shaoyong's family.

Therefore, even if he puts the winter vacation, he is busy than me.

"Where are you going?" Shang Muhuan didn't look at me, and he was all in the food and the movie in front of you. "You are so busy for a while."

Regarding rehabilitation, I did not say to Shang Mu Minming, only telling him to go to the hospital for physical therapy often in the winter vacation. He didn't know the truth and didn't doubt it.

"Eating with a friend." I untied my scarf and threw it onto the sofa. I saw that he ordered the spicy vegetables filled with red oil, frowning, "How to eat so spicy?" I didn't hear that he liked spicy food before of.

He swallowed a sip of dishes, wiped his mouth with a paper towel: "No appetite, eat some spicy appetizers."

It ’s just a few days, how do you look like a lap?

"are you tired?"

He glanced at me, sat down, held my hand, leaned down, and gently affixed his forehead to the back of my hand, like a devout believers.

Today, he wore a slightly official work outfit, white shirt with western pants, and long ash woolen jacket outside. At this moment, the jacket was thrown aside, and the tie was stunned in front of the chest. The shirt collar pulled away the top two buttons. The hair that was fixed by the hair was fixed for a day, and the hair was messy. It was clearly dressed, and it was a bit unruly.

"Tired." He lowered, "I hate being restrained, and hate my dad."

"Don't go." I rubbed his head with another hand and completely scattered his regular hair.

He calmed down, maintaining a posture without movement, and no longer talking.

At first I thought he was thinking seriously, but after a few seconds, I suddenly realized that my words might make him embarrassed. He hates restraint and hates Shang Lu, but he loves Shang Yunrou, that is his only gem, and he is willing to do anything to make him tired of himself.

"How can I not be tired ..." Shang Muyao sighed, loosened my hand, and lay on my leg.

I touched his hair and thought of the egg yolk, and asked, "When will you return the egg yolk to me?"

Yu Xixi got the house two days ago, and yesterday took me to take me a dog's nest and dog food bought for the puppy. Although they did not urge, they were not good at dragging.

"Wait for the winter vacation."

"Isn't it able to run and jump? Why do you have to pass the winter vacation?"

Shang Muyu was silent.

"... are you, don't you want to pay back?"

"No!" He didn't want to deny it, "how is it possible."

I squeezed his earlobe and laughed: "Okay, let me talk to Xi Xi, and send her after the winter vacation."

This year's New Year has been extraordinarily early, and it will be New Year's Eve in a few days.

There is no atmosphere of the New Year in the city, and I have no sense of rituals for the New Year. In previous years, I had a meal with my parents and aunt. This year ... Since last meal, my parents and I have not contacted it. I know if they want to go back to the New Year this time.

The day before New Year's Eve, Shang Muyu and Shang Lu broke out of a great dispute, so big ... he could only come to me to seek venting.

As soon as he entered the door, he picked me up from the wheelchair and went to bed all the way. I couldn't touch my head. He pressed me and kissed it slightly.

The body gradually became hot, but the indoor lights made me unable to immerse them. I felt that he was struggling when he took off my pants.

He stood up with his eyebrows, copied his hair, and looked very irritable: "Know, turn off the lights, the head office is turned off?" As the voice fell, the lights also darkened.

Due to the first experience, I was a little scared. Fortunately, although Shang Muyi looked at the temper was scary, I was really careful, and I did not toss me again and again.

After the heart was leaked, I saw him calm a lot, so he asked him what was going on.

He said nothing to the kitchen and took the ice beer, and quickly returned to the bed, lit a cigarette and smoked.

"There is a literary film director, a friend of my parents before, and wants to make my mother's life into a movie." He "popped" the beer can in the dim room. He seemed to be a painting in the smoke.

"This is nothing, and it was shot. But the director has not found a satisfactory male master, so he went to ask my dad and wanted me to play. After all, I was very like my dad, no matter how old or my dad was when I was young, I was very like my dad when I was young. . My dad ... agreed. "His hand holding the jar trembled slightly, and every word in his mouth was cutting his vocal cords, making him painful." I face their disgusting love over and over again, and let me praise the hypocritical, only cold woman to me, and I have never even asked my will! "