Mr. He’s Daily Affections

He Jingyao couldn't help but hooked his lips.

Probably because of the just-satisfaction, the anxiety and emptiness from last night to this morning swept away.

I don't know if Su Zhixi was awake. He would be too anxious in the afternoon, and his movements were a bit rude. She probably suffered a lot. Thinking of this, He Jingyao felt guilty.

He glanced at the time and estimated that she was still sleeping, dismissing the idea of ​​calling her.

...

It didn't take long for the car to reach the old house.

He Jingyao walked into the living room and saw He Yirong sitting on the sofa with a dignified expression.

He felt a little funny and walked over to sit opposite him: "Dad, what's wrong with you?"

He Yirong gave him a deep look: "You tell me the truth, where did you go this afternoon?"

"Don't you already know?" He Jingyao smiled casually.

"Your daughter-in-law has only been gone for a day, and you can't bear it all day?" He Yirong seemed angry, "If you meet her on the first day, you can't help but I understand, but , I remember you have been married for more than a month!"

He Jingyao raised an eyebrow, although he and Zhixi have been married for more than a month. But in fact, he hasn't opened in less than two weeks.

However, this is not the point.

"Even if it's more than a month, it's still a wedding." He Jingyao smiled slightly. "I also want you to hug your grandson early."

He Yirong squeezed his fingers and took a deep breath: "If you are still living together, I can understand your mischief, but you only separated for a day, and you threw a bunch of things at hand and flew over. ! I don’t believe you don’t even have this self-control! Jing Yao, this is not reasonable!"

This is what he really worried about.

That is, his son lost reason because of the existence of a woman!

He Jingyao's smile at the corner of his lips gradually converged. He released the teacup and looked up at He Yirong: "Father, what are you worried about?"

"Worry? Huh, I'm worried that you are dizzy!" He Yirong's voice was cold, "I don't believe you have no feeling! Jing Yao, you are my son, what kind of temper you are I know very well, you like her again , It’s not exaggerated to this point!"

"Father, I have to prioritize." He Jingyao looked at him, saying one by one, "I have dealt with urgent and important things."

"This is not a reason why you can relax." He Yirong looked at him seriously. "You haven't caused any serious consequences this time, but next time?"

He Jingyao's eyes fell, and his tone became much lower: "Father, you mean, you don't believe my judgment anymore, do you?"

He Yirong didn't speak, but pressed his lips tightly.

"Father, you are probably old, so you don't understand it." He Jingyao suddenly smiled lazily, sweeping the slightly arrogant atmosphere just now, "You have forgotten a young man in his twenties. How strong is the need for it. Not to mention a healthy and energetic young man."

He Yirong's original serious expression was finally cracked. He gritted his teeth and said, "I also came from the age of twenty, without you reminding me!"

"But you are not twenty years old anyway." He Jingyao teased and kindly reminded him.