Han Shaoqi's eyebrows were beating fast. Seeing that Han Shaoqi's emotions were on the verge of breaking out, Han's father quickly stopped Han's mother from continuing, "Okay, Shaoqi will make his own decision."
Mother Han pouted and glanced at Han Shaoqi, "He is my biological son. As a mother, can I still harm him?"
"You saw everything Yaoyao did during that time, and you told me later that this child is very good, but why did he provoke another thorn in the blink of an eye?" Han's father calmed down the atmosphere.
Mother Han glared at Father Han, and was dragged upstairs by Father Han.
"When did I say this?" Father Han smiled and said nothing.
But I heard Han Shaoqi's loud voice behind me, "Whether you agree or disagree, I won't marry anyone other than Huangfu Yao. If I can't marry her, I'd rather be single for the rest of my life."
Mother Han looked at her son who had fallen out of her body and was so angry that she could not speak.
After a long while, he said to Father Han, "Look, this is the son I raised with all the hard work."
"Okay, okay, we'll tell you when we get back to the room." Han's father was afraid that the war would spread, so he dragged Han's mother into the room.
From the excitement of entering the room to the exhaustion spreading at this moment, Mr. Han saw it all.
He sighed invisibly, and his thin hand fell on Han Shaoqi's shoulder, "Qi'er." No other words could be said.
Han Shaoqi threw his body heavily into the sofa, "Grandpa, don't you agree with me and Xiaoyao being together?"
Mr. Han only gave one answer, "I don't want to deal with young people's affairs anymore."
Han Shaoqi was overjoyed. Grandpa was indirectly approving of his actions.
"Grandpa, thank you."
Wrinkles piled up at the corners of the eyes, and the smile showed vicissitudes of life after going through the wind and rain, "I didn't say anything."
Han Shaoqi smiled and said, "Grandpa, I'm going back to my room."
The old man nodded and saw Han Shaoqi's tall figure disappearing around the corner of the stairs. He motioned to Uncle Li to help him to the study.
Sitting down in the chair, he calmly ordered, "Let's fight."
Uncle Li understood and dialed a number. After getting through, he handed the phone to the old man.
"Mr. Huangfu, I am Han Bingchao."
Huangfu Lin said in a steady voice, "Mr. Han!" It seemed that he had expected that he would call him.
The old man smiled and said, "I would like to invite you out for tea. I wonder if Mr. Huangfu is free?"
A faint smile appeared on Huangfu Lin's lips: "It's my pleasure."
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Jinbi Club.
The teahouse is decorated with Jiangnan characteristics, with hollow carved screens dividing it into small compartments, giving it a classical charm.
Mr. Han made the tea himself. The bottom of the blue and white porcelain cup was painted with fish playing in the water. There was light green tea inside, with a few tea leaves floating gracefully on it.
The water is moving, and the fish above seem to be alive, swimming freely among the tea leaves.
After taking a sip, the aroma lingered in my mouth for a long time.
Huangfu Lin praised, "Good tea."
"No matter how good the tea is, it can't be better than people." Mr. Han's words contained a hint of meaning.
Huangfu Lin raised the corners of his mouth and smiled unequivocally, "I don't understand what Mr. Han means." Huangfu Lin was so happy that he pretended to be confused.
Mr. Han sighed slightly, that's all. For Qi'er, there's no harm in putting down the airs he's had for so many years.
As long as he lives happily.
At this point, Mr. Han stopped being reserved and spoke directly, "I hope you can agree to Yaoyao and Qi'er being together."