She is the palm of the third master

"Are you with your brother?" Father An's voice was majestic and serious.

It was also unbelievably quiet over there.

I don't know where.

An layer has been fighting with An's parents for so many years, and he knew that An's father was in the study now, and An's mother might be by his side.

With a familiar voice, he said with a smile: "Dad, are you looking for me or brother? If you are looking for him, call him. Why did you hit me?"

"You son of a bitch, don't talk so much with me, is he with you!"

Father An scolded, but he didn't mean to blame him. Instead, he mentioned An Mo more seriously.

"Are you here, what's the matter?"

An layer turned on the loudspeaker so that An Mo behind him could hear it too.

Father An took a deep breath and said, "You all come back together, and tell your brother not to go to the research institute, but to come home and have dinner."

"Well--"

An layer hesitated for a while, looking ahead.

Finally, he said slowly: "Dad, why don't you tell brother about this yourself, you also know that he never listens to you, let alone me, a good-for-nothing brother?"

From childhood to adulthood, Anmo has been independent.

An's parents were often pissed off.

However, he was also excellent since he was a child, and he is not sure how many times better than An layer.

It was also because of this that An's parents didn't beat An Mo to death.

Father An's teeth were chattering angrily: "You son of a bitch, you still have self-knowledge, know that you are a waste, and sooner or later you will fall into the pit set by a woman for you!"

"Your brother can answer my phone and I will call you? Stop talking nonsense and talk to your brother!"

"If you don't bring your brother back, don't you come back in the future. I will also lock up the funds for you. Don't think about anything. I'll see how chic you are."

The first half of the sentence made An layer's ears feel callused.

Into the left ear and out of the right ear.

He didn't take An's father's words to heart at all, and only regarded him as farting.

It's just that he still listened to the last sentence, and he definitely couldn't ignore the issue of funds.

An layer threw the phone into the back seat, and said in a loud voice, "Dad, the phone is in my brother's hands now, you can just say what you want, he can hear you."

Father An's side fell silent in vain.

It seems that An layer did not expect to do such a thing.

After a while, it was replaced by Mother An, with a soft voice, full of a loving mother: "Mo'er, you and Layer'er go home, I haven't seen you for a long time."

"Ah."

An Mo responded.

He rubbed his fingers between his brows and eyes, he could directly reject An's father, but he couldn't refuse An's mother who had treated him so well.

The family did not have a good meal together.

What's more, he also has something to say about Tianyou to the two of them.

An's mother smiled, very satisfied with the answer, and said in a gentle voice: "Then your father and I will prepare a meal at home and wait for you. You and A layer drive slowly and pay attention to safety."

The road is slippery in snowy weather, driving so fast will cause accidents.

In addition, An layer is not a worry-free temperament, so it is appropriate to explain a few more words.

An Mo raised his leg and kicked the back of the driver's seat and said, "Drive slowly."

"Okay!" An layer immediately slowed down the car, and there happened to be a red light ahead, "Brother, are you done? Hang up the phone after you finish talking. I still need to look at the navigation."

An's mother's voice came over: "You child, why do you like talking so much, drive hard!"

"My dear Mummy, I'll be home later, don't worry, brother, I will definitely bring it back, goodbye." An layer yelled loudly.

On the other end of the phone, Mother An was amused to laugh out loud.

An's father looked at An's mother and the mobile phone sadly, and said reluctantly: "Why do they speak sarcasticly to me and treat you so nicely?"

They are all parents, so their attitudes are very different.

Not fair at all.

Mother An squinted at him and said, "You want to eat my jealousy too? You didn't worry about your children before, you just knew how to ask about their studies. Now they don't like to talk to you, and it's right."

Father An clicked his tongue: "One has a red face and the other has a bad face. If you become a good person, I will naturally become a bad person."

"pat-"

The phone was hung up, but An Mu didn't say what was stuck in her throat.

Throwing the mobile phone to Father An said: "Okay, don't say a few words, the children will be back soon, don't put on a face, or I will stand by the children."

An's father stretched out his arms to An's mother.

The couple have been here through ups and downs for so many years, and their relationship is very strong.

There will be no shortage of intimate actions, either.

Mother An sighed, knowing what Father An meant, she raised her hand and patted the back of his hand and said, "Actually, we shouldn't care about the children's affairs."

"It's the young people's world now, why are you making fun of yourself? I won't speak for you when you offend Mo'er later."

Thinking of those materials, An's father panicked.

Putting her head on An's mother's shoulder, she said in an impatient voice:
"It should be me who said that that little girl is not worthy of Mo'er, her family background is there, and she has no feelings for Mo'er at all."

"You don't need to say anything later, just watch me do things."

Mother Ann nodded.

Getting up from Father An's arms, before leaving, he said: "If Mo'er really insists, if she is the only one, we have to step back, understand?"

Father An sat on the chair.

In the study room, it was unbelievably quiet.

The two looked at each other for a while, and neither of them spoke, as if they were unwilling to compromise with each other's views.

After a while, An's mother went downstairs and closed the study door: "I'm going to see how the food is doing, and I want to cook some favorite dishes for Mo'er."

Father An's voice came over, and he said softly: "Go, I won't tear myself apart with Mo'er, so don't worry."

Hearing this, Mother An breathed a sigh of relief.

The footsteps are also a little lighter.

……

The two An Mo brothers came back very quickly. As soon as the food was set, the two of them stepped on the snow and entered the living room.

The cold wind came in and the heating was blown away.

When An's mother saw someone, her eyes became warm. She leaned over, pulled An Mo past him, and looked around him carefully.

"You've lost a lot of weight."

"Mom, you only see my brother and not me, right?" An layer pointed to herself, and brought her face closer with a playful smile, "Look at me, haven't I lost weight too?"

During this period of time, he helped An Mo find someone.

I didn't enter Ruanrou Township properly, so I lost weight naturally.

But An Mo didn't seem to see it, he really favored one another, they were all the same sons!

With the same face, why can't you take good care of him?

An's mother snorted: "You still need to care? Don't be shy, sit down and have a meal together, Mrs. Li, go and call the husband down, let's have a meal together."

"Yes."

The servant, Aunt Li, blessed herself and walked upstairs.

After a while, Father An came out of the study, his eyes fell on An Mo, and his steps were very slow.

Sitting on the main seat.

He first looked at An layer, and used his youngest son to perform the operation: "I haven't come back for so long, what are you doing outside? What's so good about those women, didn't they introduce a girl to you last time, and have dinner with her then."

"Don't mess around outside all day long, you are too old, you should settle down."

pat-

The chopsticks were put down abruptly, and An layer raised his eyebrows and stared at Father An.