hey stay away from me

An Wang's guess was right, Qing Zhi's father came the next day!

In his 40s, his temples are somewhat pale, and his complexion is haggard, presumably because he didn't live well in it.

Fortunately, he is in good spirits, with a tall and straight figure, and his back sitting on the sofa looks straight and loose.

An Wang followed Qing Zhi into the door, and it was obvious that Qing Zhi's body tensed instantly, his hands were hanging by his sides, and the veins on the back of his hands were bulging.

"What are you doing here?" Qing Zhi's tone was unusually stiff, and his low and depressed voice was full of displeasure.

The man's expression was awkward for a moment, he adjusted his emotions, and tried to pull a smile on his face, "I'll take you home."

"Home? Where did I come from? Do I still have a home?"

"Qing Zhi..."

"Qing Zhi!" Mother An came back only after receiving a call in the afternoon. The journey was full of dust and dust, with a tired look on her face that hadn't faded away.

An Wang took off the schoolbag on his shoulder, and carefully moved his steps against the wall, trying to minimize his presence.

The atmosphere in the living room was embarrassing, and An Wang wanted to hide in her den.In order not to attract people's attention, his steps were extremely small, and he moved an arm's length away from Qing Zhi for a long time.

"An Wang, what are you doing? Why don't you call someone?" An's mother gave An Wang a complaining look.

Mom, don't you think it's embarrassing for outsiders like us to see a father being contradicted by his own son?

"Hello, Uncle." An Wang greeted Qing's father with a smile on his face.

"This is An Wang! Sure enough, it's been a long time since I saw him, and he's grown up so much." A trace of nostalgia flashed across Qing's father's face, lamenting the passage of time.

"Uncle, let's talk, I'm going back to my room first." After talking in vain, An raised her foot and was about to leave.

Qing Zhi grabbed his wrist, and said in a gentle tone, "Aren't you hungry? What room are you going back to?"

An Wang, who was pulled all the way into the kitchen, didn't know what expression to make, and let him drag him into the kitchen with his whole body stiff.

The kitchen and living room of An Wang's house are transparent, and everyone sitting in the living room can see every move in the kitchen.

Father Qing never knew that his son could wash vegetables and cook. His tall frame made him feel like he was indomitable in the kitchen, but he could do such meticulous work with his head down.

The son who has never cooked for himself and his mother, so spontaneously washes the hands of this boy, does he really like this family?

Or, does he...like this...boy?

Qing Pingyuan was startled by his own thoughts, looking at Qing Zhi and the boy unconsciously, there was a taste of trial in his eyes, the more he watched, the more startled he became.

Although my own son neglects education and care, I still know his temperament.

There are not many people who can be put in his heart, and there are almost no people who can be held in the palm of his hand.His eyes and movements reveal his unconscious pampering and love everywhere.

"Qing Zhi, come home with me." Qing Pingyuan's tone unconsciously carried a bit of order.

"Former mayor, I don't have a home." Qing Zhi looked down at An Zhuan who was sipping fried rice, and didn't even lift his eyelids when he heard what his father said.

"you!"

"Pingyuan, you just came back. If you have anything to say, tell him well." Mama An was afraid that they would quarrel, so she hurriedly called out.

Women are always sensitive, she can see that Ping Yuan is afraid that Qing Zhi will get mixed up with his son, but where did the adults intervene in the children's emotional problems?

Besides, there is no sign of the two children wanting to be together.

Hey, I hope he won't do anything excessive, which will make Qingzhi resist him even more.