In the blink of an eye, it was Saturday, and Cheng Beiyi finally returned to the home he hadn't been back for half a month.

When I entered the gate of the courtyard, I happened to see Uncle Zeng, the housekeeper, watering the flowers in the courtyard. When he saw him, he greeted him and whispered, "Young master, you are back. Your father is always talking about you at home!"

Cheng Beiyi's heart warmed, and he felt a little more guilty when he thought that his father was sick and didn't tell him.

The Cheng family's villa was huge, and the living room was empty. When Cheng Beiyi was changing shoes at the entrance, he happened to see his mother coming out of the kitchen with a plate of washed grapes.

When Song Qiuhui saw her son whom she had not seen for a long time, she was overjoyed. As soon as she put the fruit plate on the table, she began to drag him to look at him, sighing while looking at her: "Look, Mom...why have you lost so much weight?"

Cheng Beiyi touched his nose, and couldn't help but said, "Mom, I just weighed myself this morning, and I'm two catties fatter than last month!"

"Nonsense! Can I not tell if you're fat or not? You're just skinny!" Song Qiuhui insisted that her eyes couldn't lie, then turned around and went into the kitchen again: "Aunt Liu, cook another local chicken for Little YiBubu, he is so thin that he can hardly see the flesh on his face..."

Cheng Beiyi who was thrown in the living room: "..."

Young Master Cheng shrugged helplessly, picked up two grapes that were dropped together and threw them into his mouth, and tiptoed towards the balcony.

Sure enough, on the balcony, saw Cheng Xiangtian lying on an elderly rocking chair basking in the sun with his eyes closed and resting his mind.

Cheng Beiyi called out politely: "Dad."

The middle-aged man, who was closing his eyes and recuperating, raised his eyelids, saw him, snorted, and said in a strange way: "Yo~ rare guest! What a rare guest!"

"What kind of wind invited us Young Master Cheng here?"

Cheng Beiyi: "..."

Before he could speak, the old man answered another taunt: "The bastard finally has no money to eat and knows he's coming back?"

"..." He said like a debt collector who couldn't afford to eat.

Cheng Beiyi laughed dryly: "It's not like that."

Scratching his head again: "I heard that you were sick and hospitalized some time ago, so I wanted to come back to see you."

Hearing this, Cheng Xiangtian was not calm anymore, he straightened up with his eyes wide open, his fierce look seemed to eat Cheng Beiyi: "I'm hospitalized? Who did you listen to?"

Cheng Beiyi: "?"

Didn't my mother say it?Did she make it up?

Don't take such a cheating son!

"Forget it, it was your mother who made it up for me." Knowing his wife Mo Ruof, how could Cheng Xiangtian not know what kind of tricks his wife was planning.

But since the unfilial son was cheated back, it shows that he still has some concern for him.Thinking of this, Cheng Xiangtian's mood improved again.

When he looked up, he saw that the unfilial son was looking at him sadly.Cheng Xiangtian smiled: "What's the matter? Why don't you come back after I don't live in a hospital? Now that your wings are stiff, this family can't keep you anymore, right?"

Cheng Beiyi: "I..."

I didn't mean that at all, please don't add drama to me, thank you.

Fortunately, Song Qiuhui came out to call for dinner at this time, otherwise Cheng Beiyi would have been ridiculed by the old man again.

Young Master Cheng, who escaped unharmed, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

At the dining table, Song Qiuhui took great pleasure in picking up vegetables for her son, trying to make him gain a few catties of meat through one meal.

Cheng Beiyi was staring at the hill-like vegetables in the bowl in a daze, when he heard his father's angry voice: "Why do you always pick up vegetables for him? It's not like he doesn't have long hands."

Song Qiuhui glared at Cheng Xiangtian with a pair of almond eyes: "I'm happy to pinch him, it's none of your business!"

"If you hadn't stopped his card, would he have become so thin? Look at his face, there is not much flesh left." Song Qiuhui complained about her husband while feeling sorry for her son.

Cheng Xiangtian glanced at the unfilial son: "He didn't have a lot of meat at first, so he could starve to death after a few meals."

"You said it lightly, I'm really starving to death, I see where you are going to cry!"

"..."

Cheng Beiyi ignored the daily bickering of the middle-aged couple, bowed his head and ate the rice in his bowl silently.

After eating for a while, Song Qiuhui suddenly said: "Little Yi...Didn't you say you had a boyfriend last time, take it home next time and let me and your dad see it!"

Cheng Beiyi almost got his throat stuck in a mouthful of soup.

What the hell do you mean, they can accept him coming out?

He couldn't help but glanced at his father, and saw that he was eating vegetables with his head down, and he didn't seem to have the slightest intention of resisting.

Is this...a concession to him?

Young master Cheng's heart moved slightly.

"Don't be too happy! If your mother and I want to meet him, it doesn't mean we will accept you. It's fine if you want to date a man. The character, ability, and family background of the other party have to pass the test.That's fine. If you can't pass, you can give me a share as soon as possible..." Cheng Xiangtian muttered with a square face.

Oh.

Then you may be disappointed.

Cheng Beiyi interrupted him calmly: "It's okay, we've already broken up."

Cheng Xiangtian with his mouth still open: "???"

Cheng Beiyi ate a mouthful of vegetables, nodded and said, "Did you share it last week?"

"..."

"It's fine...it's okay." Song Qiuhui comforted him with open eyes, "Can we still look for it again!"

Cheng Xiangtian was blowing his beard and staring: "I just said that you children are talking about someone as if they are playing, and they are not serious at all!"

"Oh, my son is broken in love, so you can just say a few words less!" Song Qiuhui gave him a reproachful look.

Cheng Xiangtian didn't say a word, but his gaze towards Cheng Beiyi was like a knife.

"There will be a reception tomorrow, and most of the famous families in Wen Jing will go. You should prepare well for me and don't embarrass me." Cheng Xiangtian said.

"I won't go." Cheng Beiyi refused confidently, "I won't give you any chance to embarrass yourself."

Cheng Xiangtian glared at him: "I'm not going here or there! You will be your father and I will support you for the rest of your life? If you don't recognize people now, who will recognize you in the future?"

Cheng Beiyi muttered, "What do I want them to know me for?"

Song Qiuhui is now on Cheng Xiangtian's side: "Your father is right, your social circle is too small, you should take this opportunity to get acquainted with other princes and ladies in Wen Jing, and for you to take over our company in the futureHelps too."

Cheng Xiangtian said coquettishly: "He still wants to take over our company with his prodigal appearance? I'm afraid the company will go bankrupt as soon as I hand it over to him!"

Who wants your broken company!Young Master Cheng complained silently in his heart.

A meal ended in an unpleasant atmosphere.

Cheng Beiyi lay on the big bed at home, which was several times more comfortable than the dormitory, and sent a message to someone with a provocative note.

"Cheng Beiyi: My dad said there is a reception tomorrow, will you go?"

It took a while to come back:

"Sultry spirit: Yes. Our family will go."

"Sultry spirit: what's wrong?"

Cheng Beiyi stared at the two messages he sent, and stared blankly for a while.

Maybe he was in a daze for a long time, and the other party couldn't bear to call him directly.

"What's the matter? Will you come tomorrow too?" Qin Yize asked.

Cheng Beiyi said depressedly: "I don't really want to come... My dad insists on forcing me to come!"

"Why don't you want to come?" the other party asked again.

There are many reasons for that.

Number one, it's boring.

Second, he is not interested in constantly calling uncles and aunts to greet and joke.

Third, he is not interested in blind dates.

Going to such an occasion to waste time is not as meaningful as sleeping at home.

"Oh, I knew I wouldn't be going home." Young Master Cheng sighed.

"Come on." A man's magnetic and pleasant voice suddenly came from the phone, "I'll come too."

"Why do I come when you come?" Cheng Beiyi raised his eyebrows and asked back.

The other side replied seriously: "Because I want to see you."

...

alright.

Cheng Beiyi looked down at the three words "sultry" shining brightly on the phone screen.

The dog man really deserves your remarks!

Young Master Cheng nodded generously, ready to fulfill someone's wish.

Hearing his answer, a laugh came from the opposite side: "Suddenly I got a little nervous."

What are you nervous about?It's not that you haven't seen me.

I've slept through it all!

Cheng Beiyi asked lazily: "What are you so nervous about?"

Qin Yize paused: "Tomorrow will your parents come together?"

Cheng Beiyi hummed: "Yeah, what's wrong?"

"Well, that's it." The man said softly, "I'm going to see my parents soon, so of course I'm nervous."

Cheng Beiyi: "..."

Who wants to meet your parents?!