Han mother over there, but she was unable to speak out in her tone, so that Han Shaoqi in this compartment sighed slightly.
After lying on the bed for a while, Han Shaoqi slowly got up, turned off the lights, locked the door, and returned the key to the original position.
Along the way, the rain didn't stop.
Due to the heavy rain curtain, the bright lights in the distance have become blurred. The world is quiet. Only itself.
When Han Shaoqi's car first entered the Han family villa, Han mother had already received the news, and she was holding an umbrella and waiting at the door.
From a distance, Han Shaoqi's figure, under the street lights, cast a long shadow on the ground, from far to near.
Looking at the door of the house, the father of Han's father, and the old man standing beside him, he stood in front of the door and looked at his direction.
Han Shaoqi's heart, hesitant, hesitant.
Quickly walked downstairs, with a smile on his face, complaining, "Grandpa, why do parents come out, I don’t know the way."
Han mother smiled happily, "Wait a while, not hindered."
Han Shaoqi nodded towards Master Han and Father Han, and helped Master Han to enter the villa in person.
The house is not as cold as it is outside, with a warmth of warmth.
Gantilized Han Shaoqi's half of her body, and Han mother complained, "How old is it, I still can't take care of myself." He said that he took Han Shaoqi to take off his coat and handed him a dry towel.
Then, then
Just under the eaves, the lights were darker and didn't notice it. At this moment, after entering the house, Mr. Han also tightened his eyebrows and urged Han Shaoqi to take a hot bath.
Han Shaoqi walked towards his room, there was a private bathroom in it.
When the Han father, his mother, and the old man Han saw this, they couldn't help laughing.
Han Shaoqi took a bath, changed his home clothes, and a towel hanging on his shoulders. The water droplets followed the dark and soft hair.
During dinner, Han mother's hand did not stop, and she couldn't help sending the dishes in the plate to the Han Shaoqi bowl.
Han Shaoqi was annoyed, staring at the various meats stacked in the bowl, whispered, "Mom, I'm not a specialty of meat."
Regardless of the mother Han, Han Shaoqi ate a piece, and then he squeezed another piece, and he said in his mouth, "The doctor said, you have to make up for this time."
When a meal is eaten, it has always pointed at nine o'clock when I was closed.
Father Han looked better than ever, but his expression had a trap.
Han Shaoqi hurriedly helped Master Han go upstairs.
But when the corner of the stairs, he turned in a direction and walked towards the study.
The mother Han sighed and laughed at the Han father, "These grandfathers, whisper again."
Han's father also smiled, but when he looked at the old man, he was worried in his eyes.
Holding Father Han sit down on a rattan chair with thick cushions, Han Shaoqi sat on the opposite side.
Although Father Han is not very good, he is like a mirror in his heart.
Today, Han Shaoqi's words and deeds are too abnormal, and they always smile on their faces, but their eyes are very stunned.
The old -fashioned Han mother didn't notice it, but couldn't escape her eyes.
"Qier, what's going on?"
Han Shaoqi hit haha, "Grandpa, what can happen, the company is too busy, it's a bit tired."
Father Han frowned with white eyebrows, "Qier, tell the truth with Grandpa."