I have a martial arts palace

The people downstairs parted reluctantly, and the people upstairs watched with complicated eyes.

On the balcony, Song Jialong in an elegant nightgown stood side by side with a beautiful woman in a red nightgown with eyebrows that were [-]% similar to Song Jiahui.They watched their daughter hugging a strange man downstairs and waving goodbye. For a moment, each of them felt lost in their hearts.

"Honey, this child Jiahui is in love." Song Jialong said softly.

Yuan Xiaohui said softly: "Call him over another day, we'll put Jiahui in charge."

"Is it necessary? Jiahui is not like the kind of girl who is easily tricked by scumbags." Song Jialong asked doubtfully.

Yuan Xiaohui cast a sideways glance at the man, and snorted, "Maybe, I was tricked by you."

Song Jialong was helpless, and said: "How many years have passed, do you still remember that incident, how many times have I explained it, it was just an accident, I..."

"Do not listen."

Mrs. Song turned around and walked into the living room. Mr. Song followed behind, still explaining endlessly.

At this moment, Song Jiahui just opened the door and came in.

The moment the door opened, Papa Song shut up.

"Hey, Dad, what are you and Mom talking about?" Song Jiahui asked curiously while changing her shoes.

"It's nothing, let's talk about you and your boyfriend." Song Jialong pouted.

Hearing this, Song Jiahui, who was taking off her shoes, suddenly froze and blinked: "How do you...know?"

"I saw it standing on the balcony." Yuan Xiaohui waved her hand and said, "Don't ask, change your shoes quickly, Mom has something to tell you."

As he spoke, he pushed Papa Song aside, and said, "You sleep by yourself tonight, and my daughter and I will sleep together."

Papa Song: "..."

……

At night, the two were lying on the bed, the warm yellow light shone slightly, and the two pretty faces looked like sisters.

Outside the door, Father Song squatted at the door, leaning against the door to listen, smoking a cigarette cautiously, acting vigilantly like a little squirrel.

……

"Mom, what do you want to know." Song Jiahui looked at the ceiling and said quietly.

From childhood to adulthood, the mother and daughter often said this, just like friends, and the mother did not have the airs of the elders, and got along very harmoniously.

"About your boyfriend, you can say anything, just say a few words." Yuan Xiaohui said.

Her daughter was abducted, and as a mother, she couldn't help but care about it anyway.At this moment, she even felt a little nervous.

"He is an orphan."

As soon as Song Jiahui opened her mouth, Yuan Xiaohui was shocked, and Song's father outside the door was almost burned by a cigarette.

"orphan?"

For a moment, Yuan Xiaohui thought about how to stop the two of them tactfully.Young people are ignorant, and they don't know the sufferings of poor and lowly couples. She, a middle-aged person who has experienced ups and downs, still doesn't understand?
Then, Song Jiahui continued: "I met him four years ago. I remember the first time I met him. He was wandering in front of the Internet cafe, wanting to go in and play games, but he didn't dare..." As he spoke, he seemed to be thinking of that time Wang Yu laughed out of embarrassment.

"Internet cafe..." Song's mother swallowed, this is still a teenager addicted to the Internet, no, no matter what, we must stop them from being together!
Father Song, who was squatting outside the door, silently stubbed out the cigarette butts, and began to play in his mind: "This is 100 million, leave my daughter."

He would never allow the little padded jacket to marry an orphan + Internet addicted teenager.

……

Song Jiahui finished talking about the Internet cafe, and then they didn't see each other for two years. When they met, the other party couldn't recognize her, and even knocked herself off the ring in the group arena.

Speaking of this, Song Jiahui seemed to recall the scene back then, rubbed her arms, and said, "It was a heavy blow, almost breaking my bones."

Yuan Xiaohui's hands hidden under the blanket were already tightly clenched and red, did she forget who she was after two years?Still hitting my daughter?Nearly broke a bone?
Can Nima endure this?
Song Jiahui hasn't revealed Wang Yu's identity yet, so Yuan Xiaohui doesn't know who the man is yet.

When Papa Song outside the door heard this, he gritted his teeth even more, the little padded jacket himself was reluctant to hit him, how could this bastard do it?

It is simply unbearable in life!

He decided that the 100 million would be fucked up and that the bastard would break his leg if he didn't leave his daughter.

Papa Song thought viciously, he must not just sit back and watch his daughter jump into the fire pit.

……

In the end, Song Jiahui thought of the sudden emotional collapse and embarrassment of Wang Yu when she celebrated Tang Hu's birthday not long ago, and she couldn't help feeling depressed, and said unconsciously: "The last time he celebrated another girl's birthday in front of me, Made me cry."

Made me cry.

I was so angry that I cried.

They were all crying.

crying...

boom!
A muffled sound.

There was the sound of a fist hitting the ground outside the door.

Song Jiahui woke up like a dream, suddenly thought of something, and said angrily:
"Dad, you're eavesdropping on us again outside the door."

Yuan Xiaohui didn't care about this, and said with red eyes: "Hui, let's split up. There are so many boys in the world, why should you miss him alone?"

Orphans, internet-addicted teenagers, domestic violence men, scumbags...

That bastard has it all!

Yuan Xiaohui couldn't imagine what kind of ecstasy soup her daughter had been poured into, to be brooding over such a trashy man.

"Mom, you misunderstood, I haven't finished yet."

Seeing her expression, Song Jiahui realized something instantly. It was because of her way of speaking that she didn't explain the whole thing, which caused a misunderstanding.

Yuan Xiaohui sat up straight and said, "Misunderstanding? Then explain to Mom, what kind of misunderstanding is it?"

Father Song outside the door also listened carefully with a dark face.

Therefore, Song Jiahui explained Wang Yu's life and the causes and consequences of herself and him in detail, until 1 o'clock.

"..." After listening, Yuan Xiaohui looked at Song Jiahui speechlessly.

"Girl, can't you finish talking at once?" Yuan Xiaohui said.

Song Jiahui pouted: "Didn't you ask me to say something casually? I said it, just say something casually, whatever comes to mind."

Yuan Xiaohui laughed angrily: "Your comprehension ability..."

"Girl." Dad Song's voice came from outside the door: "Let him come to our house some other day, and Dad will take a look."

"Okay." Song Jiahui agreed straight away.

but……

"Dad, why are you always squatting outside the door to eavesdrop?" Song Jiahui said with a speechless expression.

"...Dad, is that called eavesdropping? I walk around my house casually, and the two of you talk just in my ears. It's none of my business. You are willing to talk, but I am not willing to listen."

After finishing speaking, Papa Song walked away, stepping on the footsteps very loudly,
"...This old Song." Yuan Xiaohui shook her head with a helpless expression.

Then he looked at his daughter: "But, is it really the legendary... Wang Yu?"

As far as Wang Yu is concerned, he has accumulated a lot of prestige for several years, and he is very famous in Jiaoyang City, especially now, after the Nanhai Sect incident, his reputation is even more famous.

"How many times have I said it, it must be true." Song Jiahui said helplessly.

Only then did Yuan Xiaohui smile reassuringly, that's fine.

On the other side, Papa Song stayed alone in the empty room, lit a cigarette, and smiled while smoking: "That kid, it's okay."

He seemed quite satisfied with Wang Yu.