C1270

"Dad See Zhong father this kind of attitude, Zhong Jiaqi immediately anxious, "you say less two words OK?"

"Yes, yes, now that the wings are hard, I can't control you, can I?" Zhong's father was very angry, and his face turned red at once. It looked very frightening. Zhong Jiaqi also began to worry and cried, "Dad..."

Mrs. Zhong was too anxious: "Oh, old man, don't be excited. Calm down, calm down. I'm going to pour you water, and you, Zhong Jiaqi, you come with me! "

After seeing Fu Zhongting for a moment, she called Zhong Jiaqi into the kitchen. With a worried look at Fu Zhongting, she followed her in.

Today, Fu Zhongting specially wore the suit he bought with Zhong Jiaqi last time. Although he and Zhong Fu are only about ten years behind each other, they seem to be in two completely different states. Fu Zhongting calls uncle Zhong, which is not too against the harmony.

In the kitchen, Zhong Jiaqi was absent-minded holding tea leaves, and the rest of her eyes turned away from time to time. Accidentally, she spilled nearly half a cup of tea. Mother Zhong came over with a kettle. Seeing her appearance, she couldn't help swearing: "don't look, your father can't eat people. Tea doesn't need money. Take your hands away."

Zhong Jiaqi was pushed aside by the mother of Zhong. Looking at her taking out the tea from her tea cup, she looked a little angry. But seeing that she took two cups, she immediately beamed and hugged her: "I knew it was better for her."

"Don't give me a smiley face, I'm the way to treat guests. It's not for you. What should be said is still to be said."

"Oh. When the tea is ready, I'll go out first. " After two cups of tea.

When she saw this, she really didn't know what to say. She couldn't help shaking her head and finally sighed.

When all the people came to the door, she couldn't drive them out with a broom. What's more, Fu Zhongting's awe inspiring manner, seriously, made them have a sense of awe that they did not dare to be presumptuous.

Fu Zhongting was still standing at this time. Zhong Jiaqi put two cups of tea on the tea table and poked his hand: "you sit down."

This is a suite. Although the area is not small, it is very oppressive because Fu Zhongting is standing.

The father of Zhong had a stiff face, and his face was full of displeasure. The atmosphere was a little stalemate. His mother came out. Seeing such a scene, he said to Fu Zhongting, "sit down first."

"Well, thank you, auntie."

Mother Zhong opened her mouth and said to Zhong Jiaqi, "Jiaqi, you go first."

"Mom." As soon as Zhong Jiaqi heard it, she shook her head desperately.

The face of the clock mother is never more severe: "you really don't even listen to us now, do you?"

"If what you say is reasonable, I will listen, but if your request is so unreasonable, how can I listen to it?"

"You --"

seeing Zhong Jiaqi and her parents quarrel again, Fu Zhongting said, "OK, Jiaqi, you go first."

Zhong Jiaqi looked at him, but finally stood up under Fu Zhongting's eyes and walked to her bedroom.

Zhong's father and mother saw all this in their eyes, and their hearts were filled with emotion. They didn't expect that their daughter would not listen to them, but listen to Fu Zhongting.

Is it true that women are not staying in the university?

Zhong Jiaqi stood in the room, very nervous, pacing back and forth, she opened the door a crack, want to hear what they said outside, but her father cold drink: "close the door, go in."

She had to close the door and wait anxiously in the room.

The sound insulation effect of the door was still very good. She could not hear her ears on the door, so she could not help stamping her feet.

She was worried about what to do if Fu Zhongting broke up with her parents. She was in a dilemma as to which side she would stand, including relatives, lovers and flesh on both sides.

It was a long time to wait. Ten minutes had passed, but it seemed like a century to her.

Every second is burning.

When the door finally sounded outside, her patience was really worn out. She jumped up and ran to open the door.

Standing outside the door, I can't see the mood.

Zhong Jiaqi immediately poked out her head and looked out. In the living room, only father Zhong was still sitting, and Fu Zhongting's figure had disappeared. Zhong Jiaqi immediately got up in a hurry and called out to his mother, "Dad, where are the Zhongting people?"

"Gone." Said the mother.

"What?" Hearing this, Zhong Jiaqi's face suddenly changed. Without saying a word, she rushed out and pushed her mother to one side.

"You child..." Mother Zhong looked at Zhong Jiaqi and didn't know what to say.

However, when Zhong Jiaqi ran to the living room, she suddenly saw Fu Zhongting coming out of the kitchen with her apron on. She was stunned and stood there at a loss: "you...""Don't stand still. Come in and fight." He said that, and then turned to the kitchen.

Zhong Jiaqi looked at her father and her mother. From their expressions, she couldn't see any other emotions, but she didn't mean to oppose them. So Zhong couldn't help but ran to the kitchen.

In the kitchen, Fu Zhongting is killing fish.

Zhong Jiaqi got close to him and whispered, "Hey, what's going on? I thought my parents really drove you out. It scared me to death."

Fu Zhongting killed the fish cleanly and said, "how could I? Who am I? I picked the vegetables next to me."

"Oh." Zhong Jiaqi took the celery over there and took a peek out. Seeing her parents sitting on the sofa and turning on the TV, Zhong Jiaqi went to Fu Zhongting and asked, "what did you say to my parents? Why didn't they drive you away? "

"Do you wish your parents would drive me away?"

"Of course not, but I'm afraid."

"Don't worry, I won't let you get caught in the middle." Fu Zhongting looked at Zhong Jiaqi and said calmly.

However, for Zhong Jiaqi, it was like a warm current, which flowed into her heart in an instant. She looked up at Fu Zhongting and said, "but I don't want to see you in trouble, so if my parents let you suffer injustice, I apologize to you."

"No, don't worry."

"What did you say?" Zhong Jiaqi is really curious to death. I don't know what Fu Zhongting said, but she can still get down to their kitchen.

"Secret."

"Cough." A cough came from behind, which interrupted Zhong Jiaqi's conversation with Fu Zhongting. Zhong Jiaqi stood aside in a hurry.

Mother Zhong said at the door, "what are you two doing, grinding and hawing? At your speed, when can we have lunch? Go out and I'll come."