[Ancient wears today] Ace jockey

It was a turning point for Han Sheng to call when he returned home.Han Xing agreed without hesitation, not only agreed to meet, but also agreed to the meeting conditions proposed by Han Sheng.

When the appointed time came, Han Xing arranged all his people outside in advance, leaving only room for the conversation between father and son.

Seven o'clock in the evening is the time to relax after a busy day.Han Xing stayed in the room, but unexpectedly became tense.

I haven't seen my son for three years, and I don't know what Han Sheng looks like.

Although his son has grown up and formed, Han Xing still can't help but imagine how the two will look when they meet.

Speaking of which, this son was brought up by himself.Han Sheng's mother left early, and he has taken care of the child since he was a child, without the slightest bit of affection, that's fake.

Han Xing was thinking indiscriminately, and the thoughts in his mind kept going far away. After a while, the doorbell rang in the room.

He quickly came back to his senses, straightened his clothes, and got up to open the door.

In the past, Han Sheng prepared the keys to the house by himself, but the life now is different from three years ago after all.

Han Xing opened the door, opened a small gap tightly, and saw Han Sheng's figure.Even though I haven't seen him for several years, he is still quite familiar.

Han Xing felt that he was getting a little nervous, but on the surface, he was still calm.

Seeing Han Xing slowly opening the door outside, Han Sheng couldn't help but smile a little, before letting his father open all the doors, he called out first: "Dad."

Han Xing wanted to respond, but before the voice of the response came out, it was stuck in his throat and he became silent.

Back then, it was Han Xing who drove people out of the house by himself, but now that he has accepted it like this, he always feels that he can't save face.

Thinking of this, Han Xing's face instantly became numb, and he just glanced at Han Sheng with his eyeballs active.

"Come?" Han Xing said.

"Yeah." Han Sheng replied.

"Sit inside." Han Xing said again.

"Yeah." Han Sheng replied.

The answer between the two was as clear as that on the phone, Han Xing simply gave up his seat and let Han Sheng enter the house.

This time Han Sheng also brought some ordinary fruits, as if he was visiting.He put the gift on the coffee table with ease, turned around and shouted again.

"dad."

"..."

Han Xing was still stern, but if he observed a little, he could see that the man's face was a little moved.

"What's the matter?" Han Xing asked.

"These two years, how have you been?" Han Sheng asked.

"You still remember the past two years."

After a long while, Han Xing finally uttered such a sentence.

Han Sheng was rendered speechless by Han Xing, so he fell silent.

The two stood in the living room and looked at each other for a while before Han Xing pointed at the sofa.

"sit."

Han Sheng glanced at the sofa and sat down obediently.

After a while, Han Xing also walked near Han Sheng, next to himself

His son sat down.

"How has your time been?" Han Xing pondered, and finally asked this question.

"It's okay." Han Sheng replied seriously.

"Humph!"

Just as Han Sheng finished his reply, Han Xing snorted coldly.

In the past three years, he has become an old man, thinking about driving away his son every day. Now that his son is back, he actually said that he is doing well. What kind of intention is this!

Thinking of this, Han Xing was furious, but then quickly calmed down, and said, "Since you are doing well, why do you want to come back?"

"I have some domestic affairs to deal with, so I came back." Han Sheng replied honestly.

Han Xing hoped that Han Sheng would come back only after saying that he wanted to see him, but he didn't expect that Han Sheng didn't give the slightest compliment, and his face darkened again.

"Actually, apart from dealing with things, there are still some things I need to tell Dad." Han Sheng continued to add.

Only then did Han Xing calm down, and he was not in a hurry to ask Han Sheng what he wanted to tell him, lest this cunning son see what was on his mind.

"Is there... anything else to deal with in the country?"

"It's Chifeng's business."

"Chi Feng has been handed over to Han Dian to take care of."

"Dad, in fact, this matter has something to do with Han Dian."

"When will you understand some rules? He is your second uncle. Don't call him by name." Han Xing frowned.

"..." Han Sheng was silent.

Han Xing also felt that he was exaggerating. His son hadn't seen his second uncle much since he was a child. Then he shook his head and said, "Forget it, call it whatever you want."

Han Sheng couldn't help but look up at his father.

The two men's eyes met, but Han Xing couldn't help feeling guilty for a while, and he simply opened the skylight and said, "Then why are you looking for me this time?"

"I want Chifeng to hire an apprentice jockey, who is good at horsemanship," Han Sheng said.

"Do you still need to ask me about this? Go to your second uncle."

"Dad, I'm afraid Second Uncle won't agree."

"How could he disagree?" Han Xing laughed out loud.

After this smile, he suddenly thought, if one of these two is Han Sheng and the other is Han Dian, there is indeed something incompatible.You know, the stack of photos of Han Sheng and the man at that time was given to him by Han Dian.

Thinking of this, Han Xing denied the previous words again, thinking that it was always rare for his son to come back, he simply waved his hand and said, "Forget it, I'll help you with this matter."

"I also want to help that jockey arrange races."

"Good. I order to go down."

"It's best... don't let my second uncle know."

"All right, in my name." Since the son begged his father, he had no choice but to agree.

Han Sheng was affirmed by Han Xing, and slowly smiled and said, "Dad, actually, I have one more thing to tell you today."

"What's the matter?" Han Xing asked casually.

"It's a family matter."

"..."

Han Xing focused his eyes on Han Sheng.

Han Sheng turned around and took out a photo from his bag, put it on the coffee table, pointed to a small person in the middle, and said, "Dad, who do you think he looks like?"

Han Xing glanced at Han Sheng, and finally his eyes fell on the child in the photo.

The child is not very old, he should have just turned one year old, but this look is very familiar. Han Xing remembered that his son looked similar to this child when he was young.

He was shocked in his heart, but frowned on his face and said, "Who is this?"

"His name is Han Ping, and he is the son of Shen Xi and me." Han Sheng replied.

Han Xing was taken aback for a moment, then immediately opened his eyes wide and said, "Son?"

"Yes, he is also your grandson."

"Grandson?" Han Xing felt unbelievable. He looked at the person in the photo, then at his own son, and then said, "Xiao Sheng, is this your own son?"

"Yes." Han Sheng nodded.

"Then who is his mother?" Han Xing's eyes stopped on the other person in the photo for a moment.

Standing next to the child was a young man who looked clean and neat, and he should have met him before.

Before Han Xing met, Han Sheng nodded with a smile and said, "Dad, the person you saw is Han Ping's second father."

man?

Han Xing's eyes were all focused on Shen Xi in the photo for a moment, and he was so surprised that he couldn't speak.