law of courtship

Zhiyuan settled his wife and participated in the house cleaning. Although he is over 70 years old, he is still in good spirits and still retains the aura of a high-level alpha.

Not only the iconic blue hair, but also the outstanding appearance, the Zilan family is in the same line. Lan's father is also a proper old handsome guy.

Song was very nervous throughout the whole process, and he didn't dare to show his atmosphere. He honestly put away his previous domineering and majestic, for fear of any mistakes, the old handsome guy changed the yellow card warning to a red card and sent him out.

Leaving the two alphas to clean the living room, Zhilan took the dirty eggs to the bathroom and took a shower.

This time Ding Ding didn't struggle like before, on the contrary, he didn't show any signs of fuss, he rubbed it very meekly, and rubbed the little slave's hand affectionately from time to time, making a contented purring sound from his throat.

You only know how to cherish after you lose it. This theorem also applies to cats.

After the stinky cat was scented, Zhilan took a hair dryer and blew it hard, blowing its long white fur fluffy and soft, making it at least twice rounder than before, like an inflated white sphere.

Zhilan happily hugged her beloved big cat and walked out of the bathroom.

Zhi Yuan's eyes lit up when he saw Ding Ding who had been bathed: "This cat still looks good after being washed."

"I also think our cat is pretty." Zhi Lan hugged the egg tightly and rubbed it, the complacency in his voice was about to overflow, "It's white and round, it's just perfect."

Zhiyuan nodded and agreed very much: "Xiaobao's aesthetics follow me."

Song: "..."

He could see where Zhilan's egg control attribute came from.

These two are real father and son, and there is nothing fake about them.

So Lao Lan and Xiao Lan got together to sit on the sofa and pet the cat, leaving Song alone to handle the post-disaster reconstruction work in the living room.

Zhi Lan softly clung to her father: "Dad, it's good to be home."

Lao Lan touched the top of his son's hair and smiled lovingly.

The feeling of a family reunion is so wonderful that Zhilan unconsciously falls into longing for the future:

"Dad, we have everything in our house. When the grapes, cherries and apples in the yard are ripe next fall, we can make a lot of jam."

"When mom gets better, I'll take you for a walk in the yard every day. There is a small river not far from here. When spring comes, let's go fishing together. Dan Ding likes small dried fish the most."

The more Zhi Lan thought about it, the more beautiful she became, and she couldn't help but bury her head on Lao Lan's lap and rub it back and forth, calling out coquettishly, "Dad, Dad, Dad."

Song, who was mopping the floor, felt sore: "..."

Now that the real blue father is here, there is nothing to do with his cheap father.

In Zhilan's little plan, even Danding was taken into consideration, but there is no self.

understood.

A husband doesn't deserve a name.

Song felt a little tired, even a little wronged. He felt the warm family atmosphere on the sofa from the corner of his eye. After thinking about it, he suddenly realized that he was the head of the family, and a wonderful sense of accomplishment came to him spontaneously.

"Xiaolan, go and twist a rag for me," Song tentatively said.

"Okay!" Zhi Lan happily ran to the bathroom, and looked up at him with watery eyes after finishing the task, as if there was a little fluffy tail wagging behind him.

It was still the sweet and soft little thing in his house, Song's mentality was instantly balanced.

The little thing just entrusted his family to himself, foolishly planning their future.

The head of the family should take on heavier responsibilities in order to be worthy of Zhilan's unconditional trust and reliance on him.

"Good boy," Song couldn't help pinching his chin, and when his father-in-law wasn't paying attention, he sniffed Zhilan's cheek.

Zhiyuan followed with his eyes, looking at his son.

This little brat, the virtue to please his spouse is exactly the same as he was back then.

Zhi Yuan could understand the ray of light in Zhi Lan's eyes, just as he did back then.

As expected of Zilan's monogamous love brain, it is a matter of a lifetime to identify the person you love.

Zhiyuan's brows and eyes softened, and he couldn't help but recall the first time he and his wife met.

At that time, he was sitting in the garden of the Institute, playing with a nut boredly.

It was the end of spring and the beginning of summer, and the garden was full of flowers, surrounded by a big tree full of vines.

A pair of white hands pushed aside the cover of the green vines, and broke into his field of vision unexpectedly.

There was sunlight falling from the branches, illuminating the green grass and flowers under his feet, and also illuminating his surprise and embarrassment.

The girl was stunned for a long time, and then she showed a bright smile, which was brighter and more energetic than the sun.

"How do you do, Mr. Blue Hair," she said.

A light fell on her body and rubbed into her eyes, like a galaxy under a miniature lens.

Later, they were locked in a small research institute, and his wife would still hold his hand at any time, tightly, as if afraid of getting lost with him.

They learn about kissing, hugging, and more intimate contact from movies.

His wife admired his rare blood, and always said that being with him was a great fortune, allowing her to have the most precious Mr. Blue Hair in the world.

And she said that when they laid their eggs they would hatch a pretty little blue-haired one, and what a happy and enviable mother she would be.

In Zhiyuan's eyes, his wife is always optimistic and cheerful, like a bellflower growing in the wind, beautiful and tough.

In Zhiyuanli's memory, only the carefree and sweet time was retained, and he couldn't bear to think about the later things, and even wanted to completely forget them.

The condition of his wife is very bad now, her thin body is as thin as paper, and her eyes are no longer as bright as he remembered.

She is no longer beautiful, and all her vitality has been squeezed out by excessive childbirth and the pain of losing a child, but she has never regretted it.

Occasionally, she could regain a little consciousness, and she would still hold his hand, persistently emphasizing the sentence: "Mr. Blue Hair, it is a great fortune to be with you."

After many years, they still love each other, which is the only luck among all the misfortunes in this life.

It took a long time before Zhiyuan woke up from that long and distant memory in a trance.

He sat up straight, turned his eyes between his son and his alpha several times, and finally landed on the mark on the back of Zhilan's neck. He was about to say something, but he closed his mouth.

Forget it.

Children and grandchildren have their own children and grandchildren.

Lao Lan suppressed the sense of crisis that had just occurred to him, and calmly watched his youngest son act coquettishly.

"Uncle, what is a bed on the floor?" Zhi Lan blinked expectantly: "Is it sleeping on the floor?"

Song couldn't stand Zhilan looking at him like this, so he raised his hand to cover his shining eyes: "...I'll tell you tonight."

Zhi Lan closed her mouth numbly, and rubbed against Alpha's palm again, catering to his caress.

The atmosphere seemed to be sticky, and Lao Lan felt that he was not watching, so he rubbed his face.

This family belonged to a young couple with deep affection. Letting them two old people live in would definitely cause a lot of inconvenience.

When children grow up, they should devote themselves to their family. As parents, they should not be a burden to them.

Zhiyuan pondered for a moment, then slowly said: "Xiaobao, I want to discuss something with you."

Zhilan heard the words and quickly returned to the sofa: "Dad, what's wrong?"

Zhiyuan was silent for a while, and said seriously: "When your mother's health improves, I want to take her to live in the city. She has always been yearning for life in the city."

Zhilan was a little anxious: "But..."

Zhiyuan squeezed his fingertips, and said in a gentle voice: "We have never had the opportunity to experience the real human society, so in our view, it is more mysterious and precious. I want to take your mother to experience a different life, like ordinary people. Just like the old guys, go shopping in the vegetable market, play mahjong, chat with neighbors..."

The panic between Zhi Lan's eyebrows and eyes gradually calmed down, and his face showed longing: "It sounds...it seems very interesting."

Zhiyuan showed a loving smile: "On weekends, you and Song can come to visit us in the city, and my mother and I will prepare dinner for you. Let's spend family day together like in TV dramas."

Zhilan let out a "wow", and the little pear vortex at the corner of his mouth was sweet, and he asked stupidly, "Can I go only on weekends?"

Zhi Yuan scratched the tip of his son's nose, and said with a smile: "Of course only on weekends, not only you young people need a two-person world, but your mother and I also want to seize the time to enjoy the two-person world."

Zhi Lan's eyes widened slightly: That's right, Mom and Dad are under the supervision of the research institute from acquaintance to falling in love to endless births. They really don't seem to have experienced the simple life of two people relying on each other.

Zhilan's eyes gradually turned red. After thinking about it, he asked seriously: "Dad, do you want to buy a new house when you live in the city? I heard from Pang Da that houses in the city are very expensive. Can we afford it?"

As soon as these words came out, the warm and happy atmosphere just now dissipated in an instant.

"Cough...cough cough..." Song looked around guiltily, wishing he could cover Zhilan's troublesome little mouth.

It's no wonder that Zhilan's brain circuit is so strange, this little idiot was abducted back home by himself at the beginning because of "debts" as an excuse, Zhilan didn't understand how rich a rare human being at the national treasure level was.

The actual amount of wealth that Papa Lan and Mama Lan have accumulated throughout their lives is unimaginable. How could they not be able to afford a mere house.

Song wanted to cover up his bad behavior in the past: "Baby, what Pang Da said is too exaggerated. I told you, you don't need to believe everything he says."

Zhiyuan frowned, feeling that this matter was strange: "Xiaobao, haven't you used your own subsidy?"

Zhilan tilted her head: "No?"

Zhi Yuan rubbed his temples: "Didn't you check it out? Don't you know how much money you have?"

Before Song could stop him, Zhilan revealed the truth: "Uncle checked for me, and he said that my money can't be spent in Bazhou, so I didn't pay much attention to that card. No opportunity to spend money."

Zhiyuan saw through this kind of nonsense to coax children in minutes, and his expression became serious: "Why did you ask him to check for you?"

Zhi Lan was a little embarrassed, her cheeks were flushed: "I got into a big disaster before and owed a lot of money to my uncle. I want to pay him my allowance..."

Before Zhilan finished speaking, Lao Lan had already figured out the key points.

Although the old man has never left the gate of the research institute, he has watched a lot of urban ethics dramas. Those domineering CEOs are used to using such tricks, using debts as bargaining chips to deceive themselves and their minds, and capture a good omega...

Unexpectedly, unexpectedly, there would be such a clichéd drama in reality, and the victim was actually his own son.

Zhi Yuan looked at his prospective son-in-law in shock, in disbelief:

"Is this how you tricked our little treasure?"

Song Ru was struck by lightning and froze in place.

Not only will justice not be absent, but it will strike hard.

The author says:

Father Song: I have dug a hole and laid it flat, please help me fill it with soil_(:з」∠)_

Lao Lan: Young man, I advise you to use mouse tail juice