Quick Wear: Devil's Whisper

Jing Xi stared at the little Husky for a long time and thought that the dog looked quite like Liang Qian, so he gave the dog a name, "Your name will be Qianqian from now on."

Qianqian was quite a bootlicker, and her little tail immediately started shaking like a propeller.

Calculating the time, there are still three days before those scumbags come back. Jing Xi hired a few workers from the roadside and went home to do the decoration for him.

This house located in the city center is a large apartment with three bedrooms and two living rooms, covering an area of ​​120 square meters, with one elevator and two units. Jing Xi decided to divide it into two halves.

Yao Yuan pushed his suitcase out of the elevator and didn't notice that there was a shoe cabinet at the door. He pretended to be calm and opened the combination lock, then he stood at the door in a daze.

Yang Haoming and Yao Xiuli followed behind and saw their son blocking the door and refusing to go in. They pushed him in confusion. When Yao Yuan slowly turned sideways, the couple could see the situation in the room clearly and were stunned.

The happy family of three squeezed in the entrance hall, and it seemed as if two worlds were connected in the house, one side was a cozy home style with warm colors, and the other side was a minimalist style with black, white and gray.

What's even more strange is that the living room is also divided into two parts. One side has a beige leather sofa and a 70-inch curved-screen TV, and the other side has a dark red solid wood recliner and an altar with black and white photos.

Yang Haoming was a little presbyopic. When he saw clearly that the photos on the altar were of his deceased ex-wife and mother-in-law, his head buzzed and he felt dizzy. Fortunately, Yao Yuan supported him in time to prevent him from falling.

Yang Lei burned incense to his mother and grandmother in a proper manner, and broke off a banana from the altar. As soon as he peeled off the banana, he saw the old scumbag coming back. He immediately stuffed the banana into his mouth in three or two bites and greeted him incoherently.

Yang Lei acted like an eldest son and warmly welcomed them home. "Come in, what are you standing at the door for? Just like coming home, don't be polite. Even though I bought the house, I didn't say you can't live here!"

Yang Lei snatched the gift bag from Yao Yuan and said embarrassedly, "We are all brothers, so just come. It's too polite to bring me something."

Yao Yuan was speechless, thinking, "You are so polite, why don't you return the things to me? I want to give them to my girlfriend."

Yao Yuan has a lot of baggage, and people don’t speak up for themselves because they know someone will speak up for him.

As expected, Yang Haoming, who had recovered from his breath, spoke up: "That was bought by Xiaoyuan for his girlfriend. You have money, so just go buy what you want. How can you rob others? Is that what your mother taught you?"

Yang Lei returned the gift to Yao Yuan with grievance, and sighed: "Xiao Yuan is such a good man. Any girl who can marry him will be blessed. Unlike my mother, she never received a gift from her husband until she died."

Yang Haoming awkwardly changed the subject: "What's going on in this house? We've only been away for a few days, how did you mess up the house like this? How can we live here?"

Yang Lei patiently explained, "Xiaoyuan is getting married soon, so I can't delay his lifelong event. I was considerate and renovated the house. I originally thought that I would suffer a loss and give Xiaoyuan half a room, but plans can't keep up with changes. I have a son to raise, so I can only give him half of the bedroom."

Yao Yuan felt that something was wrong and this time he didn't keep calm and hurried back to the bedroom. As expected, a wall was built in the middle of his bedroom, dividing the window and small balcony into two halves.

He went around to the other side to check, and saw that the other half of the room had been decorated as a pet paradise, with a double-decker doghouse more than one meter high and a toy cabinet that led directly to the roof. Various pet snacks were placed on top, and toys were placed underneath. In the small space of ten square meters, there were even two electric remote-controlled cars for children.

Yang Lei ignored Yao Yuan's collapse. He was holding his son and asking him to recognize him as his biological son!

"Qianqian, this beautiful auntie is Auntie Li. She was the top customer in the hair salon in the county. Many people like her. You have to call her little grandma."

Qianqian cooperated quite well and barked three times. Yang Lei touched the dog's head with satisfaction.

Encouraged, Qianqian barked twice at Yang Haoming without any instruction. She knew that this old man should be called grandpa.

Yang Haoming felt his blood pressure rising again, and yelled at Yang Lei: "What are you talking about? Throw this dog out of here. You are not allowed to keep these at home."

Jing Xi thought with disdain, he did not say anything wrong, Yang Lei did not know about his scumbag father's past, but Jing Xi knew it very well. Originally, the old scumbag and Yao Xiuli met in the hair salon, and now he thought of it and flattered himself, but it was too late.

Yang Lei explained in a good-tempered manner: "My Aunt Li is still as charming as ever. Not only do you like her, but when she dances in the square, the old men in the small park also like to watch her. They all stare at her with their eyes wide open."

Yang Haoming was so angry that he wanted to beat Yang Lei and make him unable to spit out ivory from his dog's mouth.

Yang Lei dodged and shouted, "They say that generations apart are close. Isn't my son good-looking? He just called you grandpa! How could you bear to throw him away? Do you think he's the wrong species?"

Yao Xiuli was wiping tears aside. Yang Haoming was so angry that he lost his mind and yelled, "You bastard, get out of here and never enter this house again. I don't welcome you."

Yang Lei's movement was still as charming as ever. He held Qian Qian in his arms and perfectly avoided the old man's attack. He also took the opportunity to retort, "I'm not a bastard. I'm your biological child. If you want to scold me, you can call me a bastard or a bastard."

Yang Lei suddenly realized, "I was wondering why you didn't like my turtle Qianqian. It turns out it's the wrong species. But if I really bought a turtle, it wouldn't call me grandpa!"

Yang Haoming was panting with exhaustion. In the 30-square-meter living room, he failed to catch Yang Lei. He was so angry that he rolled his eyes and fainted.

Yao Yuan was still gritting his teeth beside the doghouse, feeling indignant. He knew that the father and son were arguing outside, and he was in no mood to pay attention to them. It was not until he heard his mother's shouting that Yao Yuan came out to check the situation.

Yang Lei called the emergency number, and the mother and son of the Yao family stayed by Yang Haoming's side, not daring to move him at all. They could only call his name over and over, hoping that he would wake up.

Yang Lei was also extremely anxious. He felt that it was better to rely on himself than on others, and it was better to rely on God than on himself. He immediately held Qianqian and posed her, letting her kneel on the cushion in front of the altar, with her little paws together and her little head lowered, resting on her front paws.

Yang Lei kept muttering, "My dear son, please beg your grandmother and your great-grandmother to keep your grandfather safe. Your father is extremely poor now. If your grandfather can't survive this, your father won't even be able to afford a plot of land for his grave."

Yao Xiuli really wanted to faint with Lao Yang, at least she wouldn't have to listen to these heartbreaking words.