At the gate of the military compound, the sentry with loaded ammunition looked straight at him, his back straight, and he was not angry or intimidating.
A car with military plates drove in slowly, and through the half-lowered window, a child could be seen sitting alone in the back seat.
As soon as the car stopped in front of a three-story villa with a large courtyard, the back seat door was pushed open, and Yu Jingxi, who was carrying a big schoolbag, jumped out of the car. When the driver said "Young Master, be careful!"
He rushed through the door.
Throwing off her boots at the entrance, Yu Jingxi was about to run upstairs, but stopped when she saw the figure in the living room.
At the same time, a low and cold voice sounded: "Come here!"
Yu Jingxi hesitated for a moment, but reluctantly moved over and called out: "Dad."
There is a man sitting on the sofa in the living room. His pure black trousers are as straight as a knife. He is wearing a white shirt without a tie. Three buttons are unbuttoned at the collar, and the chest line with distinct texture hidden under the clothes can be vaguely seen.
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The normally invisible person suddenly sat in his living room in broad daylight, making Yu Jingxi feel uncomfortable all over.
Yu Shaoting frowned slightly when he saw his son standing there twisting and turning, especially when his eyes locked on the small bag filled with fried dumplings, barbecued pork and various other messy things in Yu Jingxi's hand, his handsome face sank: "Where are they from?
of?"
In the opinion of Yu Sanshao, who has a very high quality of life, the things bought from these street stalls are classified as junk food.
It was too late for Yu Jingxi to hide.
Normally, Yu Jingxi is the king of the Yu family, but as soon as Yu Shaoting, the tiger, comes back, Yu Jingxi will immediately give up. Just like now, the little guy said bravely: "The teacher gave it to me."
"Which teacher?"
Yu Jingxi, forced by the invisible pressure, said vaguely: "Violin teacher."
"If I remember correctly, I told you that the food at the roadside stalls is unhygienic."
The implication of Yu Shaoting's words was obvious, he wanted his son to throw away the bag of things.
Yu Jingxi scratched his hair irritably, but did not move. He said again: "The teacher gave it to me."
Yu Shaoting reached out to pick up the coffee cup on the coffee table and took a sip. There was absolutely no room for negotiation.
The father and son just sat and stood frozen in the living room.
Mrs. Yu rushed back from outside and saw this scene.
"Grandma!" Yu Jingxi called out "Grandma" in an extremely aggrieved voice, which made the old lady's heart soften.
"What's wrong?" The old lady protected her little darling grandson in her arms and glared at Yu Shaoting: "How did you become a father? You are always aggressive with him. In the past few years, you have been abroad, in places where we can't see, and you haven't done anything yet.
Know what has been done!"
Yu Shaoting, who was in his thirties, was still being lectured like this by an old lady. He couldn't help but feel a little annoyed on his face. He frowned and glanced sideways at Yu Jingxi, "Why don't you go upstairs?"
When Yu Jingxi disappeared from the stairs with the bag of "junk food" as he wished, Yu Shaoting picked up the suit on the sofa and stood up to leave, but was grabbed by the old lady, "You said you... I gave it to you yesterday
