Quick Travel: Destiny for Thirty Lifetimes

Lian Qingyang certainly understood English, but did Zuo Yanchen misunderstand him a little? Was he shy?

Lian Qingyang, who has been hanging out in various bars for years and is not afraid of any elders, shifted his gaze to the sofa and happened to meet Zuo Renhui's eyes who was looking at him. Well, he seemed a little shy.

With a forced smile, Lian Qingyang switched his words to English: "I'm so sorry, uncle. I didn't realize you weren't familiar with Chinese. Hello, my name is Lian Qingyang, you can call me Liam."

Lian Qingyang suddenly remembered the chat records between Zuo Yanchen and his father. The words on it were all in English, and he looked like a pure oriental man. He didn't react for a moment and blurted out Chinese. No wonder Zuo Yanchen's father didn't say anything.

Zuo Renhui, who had been silent the whole time, just breathed a sigh of relief and sat back on the sofa. A look of satisfaction appeared in his eyes, and he spoke in fluent Chinese: "I know you are Zuo Yanchen's lover. As he said, you are indeed very eccentric."

"...Hahahaha really? I think it's okay." He was first shocked by Zuo Renhui's standard Chinese pronunciation and laughed dryly. Even Qing Yang switched the language system to Chinese mode. His toes in his slippers were already curled up. He was usually good at throwing around topics, but suddenly he got stuck. He felt a bit like an alpaca on the sofa, not knowing how to utter a word unless his throat was pinched.

Thinking of this, Zuo Renhui cast his gaze on the coffee table and the cup on the table, then stared at Zuo Yanchen who was walking towards him, and said meaningfully: "I thought he wouldn't agree. Maybe he really loves you."

Agree to what? How can you tell that you love me so much? Lian Qingyang, who liked to speak his mind directly, didn't know how to respond to these incoherent words. Fortunately, Zuo Yanchen sat down next to him, leaned over and poured Lian Qingyang another glass of water and handed it to him. Lian Qingyang lowered his eyes to look at the white cup that looked like a toilet bowl. He really didn't want to take it in front of Zuo Yanchen's father. He suddenly felt that this cup was too difficult to describe.

Zuo Yanchen held the cup toward him again. After he took it, he picked up his own black cup of the same shape, took a sip, and continued to communicate with his father in English: "As you can see, he is really good. I like every change he makes to this family. He and all these changes are alive in my eyes."

Zuo Renhui lowered his eyes to look at the glass in front of him, which was obviously normal but didn't fit in with the glasses in the other people's hands. A smile appeared on his cold face. He leaned back on the sofa, but was blocked by the alpaca with a very noticeable presence behind him. He reached behind his back and pulled out the alpaca, holding it in his hand for a closer look, then facing the alpaca's face towards him and nodded, "This pillow is nice."

"You can pinch its neck." Zuo Yanchen put the water cup on the table and spoke slowly.

Lian Qingyang's upper body was stiff, and his toes had been digging into the slippers for several rounds. He widened his eyes and was about to speak to stop them, but he saw Zuo Renhui with an understanding look and inquiring eyes, and he quickly reached out and pinched the alpaca's neck.

Then, a large mouthful of water gushed out of the alpaca's mouth and rushed straight towards Zuo Renhui's face. His face caught all the water without missing a drop, and it was evenly sprinkled all over his face. Because the amount of water was not large, no water dripped down.

Lian Qingyang quickly stood up and picked up the shoe-shaped object on the coffee table. He pulled out a few pieces of paper from the shoe opening and handed them to Zuo Renhui: "Uncle, please wipe it quickly. But don't worry, this alpaca pillow spits out a colorless, odorless and harmless liquid that will not harm the human body." After handing over the paper, he turned around and glared fiercely at Zuo Yanchen, who was at ease.

Zuo Yanchen propped up his head with his arms and looked at him with a smile in his eyes, like a child who was happy that his prank was successful.

Zuo Renhui wiped his face and looked at Zuo Yanchen with surprise, as if he didn't expect that he would play a prank on him. After all, in his impression, his son has always been indifferent to joking with other people, let alone joking with him.

He casually folded the used tissue into a small piece and prepared to throw it into the trash can, but because of the objects of various shapes on the ground, he gave up looking for the unknown trash can and put the tissue on the edge of the coffee table first, explaining the purpose of his visit.

"I came here today because I had time. Firstly, I came to see you, Qingyang, and secondly, I wanted to know if your parents were available. If possible, I'd like to meet your parents."

Zuo Yanchen snorted softly and frowned, "You came here just to talk about this?"

Lian Qingyang patted his thigh and nodded in agreement, "Of course, uncle, are you free these days?"

Zuo Renhui raised his eyebrows slightly, thought for a moment, and said, "Maybe it will take a few days. Zuo Yanchen has been free lately, so I'll be the one to be busy. If he can go to the company to help me, maybe I'll be much more relaxed."

"You want to meet his parents for your company's business? Then I suggest you meet his brother directly. After all, his brother is the one who is in charge of the Lian Group. Besides, you have investigated his family situation very clearly. Why go to such great lengths? This is not your style."

Zuo Yanchen's tone suddenly became low and serious, and even his attitude was much more serious than before. Lian Qingyang looked at him, secretly reached out and touched his lower back, then turned to Zuo Renhui, whose face had also darkened, and said, "Uncle, don't worry, I will tell my parents. As for what Yanchen said, you..."

Zuo Renhui stopped the words from coming out of his mouth by raising his hand. He shrugged his shoulders, as if he didn't take to heart his own son's words that had revealed his thoughts. After all, he also had the same thoughts and was not completely innocent. It turned out that the children who had been together for many years understood him best.

Zuo Renhui turned his gaze to Zuo Yanchen, who was looking at him with anger. The business methods of the two of them were the same, and Zuo Yanchen was even better than his father. But now he would actually ridicule his father for someone who was not related to him by blood. He became indecisive when he had a weak point, but perhaps it was a good thing.

He didn't say anything more. Before leaving, he habitually glanced at the two of them to show his dominance, then turned around and left without any reluctance. He came lightly and left lightly, with almost no emotional fluctuations, as if he had just come to discuss a business deal that was sure to win.

Lian Qingyang closed the door and shuddered suddenly. He thought of Zuo Renhui in a suit and tie, then lowered his head to look at his Doraemon pajamas which he had not had time to change. He returned to the living room with a headache. Zuo Yanchen was sitting on the sofa playing with an alpaca and had no intention of getting up to see his father off.