Father Shen was stunned for a few seconds, came to his senses, and then asked, "Why are you here!"
Hearing this, Shen Lingjun's lips curled up in a sarcastic arc, "This is probably what I'm asking you."
He raised his eyebrows suspiciously and stared at Father Shen for a long time, his sharp eyes seeming to see through his thoughts. Father Shen's face darkened and he deliberately shouted loudly to cover up his guilt, "I'm not here to find you, an unfilial son!" "
"Isn't it right?"
"Does the old vixen you have a crush on live here?" He guessed, could it be in this building.
"Shen Lingjun!" Father Shen blushed angrily and said sternly, and then said, "I am your father, please don't talk to me in a big way!"
He raised his lips and smiled, "Are you blaming me for being uneducated?"
He smiled, looking indifferent, and shrugged, saying there was nothing he could do, "I have a mother, but I don't have a father to teach me, so I can't help it."
"You!!" Father Shen was so angry that he felt his blood pressure rushing to his forehead.
It has been more than ten years since the father and son had a good conversation. Father Shen snorted coldly and did not intend to argue with him anymore. He said, "Tomorrow is your grandma's birthday. If you still have some filial piety, go home early. Don't You’re just hanging around outside all day long, and you’re not doing your job properly!”
Put down the words and walk away...
Shen Lingjun looked at his leaving figure, a little sadness appeared in his dark eyes. Go home?
His home has long been disillusioned.
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The next day.
Xia Weiyang was woken up by the doorbell.
She went to open the door in a daze. When the door opened, she saw Li Kangmu standing in front of her. She couldn't help but be startled, and then she thought that there was someone in her home!
If Kang Mu saw her staying with Shen Lingjun for one night, would he get it wrong?
"You haven't woken up yet?" He was about to walk in, but she suddenly stopped him, "Wait!"
Li Kangmu raised his eyebrows and stared at her suspiciously, "What's wrong?"
Weiyang was so nervous that her heart beat faster. She hesitated for a moment and didn't know how to explain it. Her mind went blank. She was not good at lying and it was easy for people to see her panic. She knew that if Kang Mu caught him, it would definitely cause misunderstanding. .
She laughed a few times and said, "You...can you not go in for a while? My house is very messy, I..."
Before she finished speaking, Li Kangmu had already walked in, sat down on the sofa, and found two cups on the table, and even a man's cigarette butts...
He frowned at her and said solemnly, "Is there anyone at home?"
Seeing her standing there in a panic, disheveled, and thinking that a man would spend the night here, Li Kangmu's heart surged with all kinds of emotions, like a stormy sea, which made him unable to control it, so he got up and walked towards her bedroom.
Wei Yang's heart skipped a beat and she quickly followed, "Kang Mu, what are you doing?"
There was no one in the bedroom. Li Kangmu walked towards the guest room again, but Weiyang hurriedly stood in front of him. The more she acted like this, the more anger aroused in his heart, "Get out of the way!"
The fire in his eyes made her stay silent. Li Kangmu grabbed her and quickly opened the guest room door.
Xia Weiyang's heart was in her throat, but...
The room was empty, with no figure of Shen Lingjun.
She calmed down a little bit, and looked at him calmly. He was obviously in a bad mood, with a gloomy face, and whispered, "I'll wait for you downstairs."
"Kang Mu..."
"Kang Mu..."
No matter how she screamed, he would not stop.
Is he angry?
Weiyang felt helpless. No matter how she explained this situation, he would not be happy.
Which man can tolerate his girlfriend taking in a man to spend the night at home? Even if nothing happens to them...
She quickly changed her clothes, came downstairs, and got in the car. She saw that he had put out the cigarette in his hand, pursed his thin lips tightly, and had a cold look on his face. She was like a child who had done something wrong, holding his hand.