Has the scumbag actor confessed?

"Ok?"

Shen Xifeng wrote a draft of the calculation formula, and replied casually: "The company calculated the horoscope for me, saying that I lack gold and soil in the five elements, and found the word that the master asked for."

"Believe this?" Zhong Yi sneered: "Isn't the original name pretty good? The white horse roars westward, and the cultural artistic conception is all in place."

Hearing the last sentence, Shen Xifeng slowly raised his head, and glanced at Zhong Yi with a complicated expression.

Shen Xifeng said: "Well, my mother was playing mahjong before she gave birth, and at the end she went to the hospital to give birth to me after she got mad at Xifeng, so I called, Xifeng..."

Zhong Yi's body froze looking at the manuscript, and after a while, he turned his head as usual: "Are you done? Do five more sets."

Under Shen Xifeng's wailing and howling, it was finally reduced to one set of Chinese and one set of English.

Two hours later, Shen Xifeng rubbed his little hands nervously, waiting for the teacher whose face was getting darker and darker to give the final verdict.

"English 118, the vocabulary needs to be increased; Chinese did not write a composition 64, the knowledge points of junior high school are basically mastered; mathematics, 77..."

Zhong Yi looked up from behind the test paper, and said calmly: "It seems that I did a math problem for you in the first year of high school yesterday, and it was indeed a mistake."

Shen Xifeng blushed symbolically, took the Chinese and English test papers, and said, "I remember that I was around 120 in the two subjects of the senior high school entrance examination. Two years have passed, and the sword is not old!"

"Yes, not much different from the level two years ago."

Zhong Yi's cool voice sounded again, "These two subjects are temporarily suspended for now, your math problem is very serious.

"It's the end of February now, and it's only three months before the college entrance examination in June. Please give me your schedule for the next three months, and I'll make a review plan based on it."

"Schedule, then I have to ask Brother Cheng." Shen Xifeng picked up his mobile phone and sent a WeChat message, and replied a few messages casually.

When he looked up again, he saw that Zhong Yi was still looking at his test paper, with his bangs hanging down to cover more than half of the gauze on his forehead.

Today is a sunny day, the desk is facing a whole floor-to-ceiling window, the afternoon sun shines in through the window, filling the whole room.

Zhong Yi sat in the sun, her pure black hair was like fine silk satin, slightly shiny, her half-drooped eyes had pupils like glass beads, crystal clear.

Such facial features take a small and fresh route, which is absolutely popular.

Shen Xifeng suddenly felt that he had an occupational disease, so he quickly looked away.

He inadvertently caught a glimpse of the pair of bare feet on the ground, and with a thought, he went out and turned around, and threw something to Zhongyi.

"Put on your socks, my mother will nag you to death when she sees it."

Zhong Yi held a brand new pair of socks, stared blankly, and unpacked them slowly, "The money for these socks will be deducted from my tuition fee."

Brother Cheng replied.

Shen Xifeng looked at it, wondering: "Tomorrow I will rehearse until 4 o'clock, and then I will go to the hospital to see my grandma, so I only have time for the evening. Is that okay, monitor?"

After Zhong Yi put on her socks, she raised her head and smiled, "According to your arrangement, I'll be here whenever I'm called."

Before dinner, Zhong Yi went home.

There are three dishes and one soup on the table, and Zhong Minhua is still busy in the kitchen.

Hearing the door rang, Zhong Minhua stretched out his head to have a look, and smiled at Zhong Yi: "It happens that I am going to cook shrimp, so you go wash your hands and start eating right away."

Zhong Yi was in a trance for a moment. This family has been quiet for a long time, so long that he has forgotten that the chef in the family has always been his father.

After he washed his hands and put it on the table, Zhong Minhua brought the last plate of boiled shrimp.

"It's been a long time since I've cooked. It's a little raw. You should taste it first."

Zhong Minhua served Zhong Yi a bowl of soup, watched him take a sip, "How is it?"

"It's good." After eating Zhong Yi from the school cafeteria for six years, the desire for food has already been reduced to the minimum, as long as there is no peculiar smell.

Only then did Zhong Minhua feel relieved, and picked up some meat dishes for Zhong Yi, "Our time has not matched these past few years, either you are at school, or I am flying, and it has been a long time since we sat down to have a meal together."

Zhong Yi sullenly eats, unwilling to point out the fact that he seldom sees his father every winter and summer vacation.

He is used to his father living on the mobile phone, but he doesn't know how to get along with a real person.

For a meal, the two father and son ate in extreme silence, except for the occasional knocking of bowls and chopsticks, there was no other sound.

When Zhong Yi finished his last bite and put down his chopsticks, Zhong Minhua raised his eyes and stared at him, "Have you finished eating? Dad has something to tell you."

Zhong Yi folded his hands and looked at Zhong Minhua quietly, his dark jade-like eyes were calm.

The child's temperament was more and more like his mother's.

Zhong Minhua frowned slightly, turned his eyes away, cleared his throat, and said, "You should go to college this year. My original intention was to go abroad as soon as you got a bachelor's degree. But since you are recommended, it depends on you. It’s okay to study in China if you want. However, the time I will go back to China will probably be less.”

Having said that, Zhong Minhua paused, "You know, Anna is pregnant. Last time we checked the sex, she is a daughter. You have a younger sister."

He smiled a little, and met Zhong Yi's cold gaze in a blink of an eye, that smile froze on his lips.

"When you were born, it was the beginning of my job change, and I almost missed your entire childhood. I don't want to have any regrets about this daughter. I want to spend more time with her and watch her grow up. Your passport is visa-free entry to Schengen, you Come to Paris anytime, and you will always have a room in that house."

"Married?"

Zhong Yi's sudden question made Zhong Minhua stunned.

Then Zhong Minhua shook his head, "Not yet, I want to hold the wedding after the child is born."

"You don't need to notify me then." Zhong Yi got up and began to clean up the dishes.

Zhong Minhua patiently explained: "Xiaoyi, Anna has been with me for more than four years, and I have never mentioned marriage. I just want to wait until you become an adult. Now that you are going to university, it is considered to be over, so talent……"

"China's adulthood is," Zhong Yi stopped his movements, and said coldly, "I'm not even seventeen, why are you in such a hurry?"

"Favorite!"

Zhong Minhua gradually became angry, "Your father and I are human, your mother has been gone for six years before I decided to continue the string, just considering your feelings, what is your attitude now?"

Zhong Yi stood in front of the dining table, looking down at Zhong Minhua condescendingly. He looked like his mother, but his figure was inherited from his father.

He has a good frame with broad shoulders and long legs, but the shoulders of the 16-year-old are still thin, and those thin shoulders are trembling slightly, revealing the same trembling heart.

"I have no attitude." He thought he spoke calmly, but he didn't know how pitiful his voice sounded.

"My mother raised me since I was a child. After my mother left, it was Director Jin who raised me. My attitude and thoughts are applied to my family. You can't see me ten times a year. What do you want to do? What to do, don't really ask me."

He looked up and looked around, "This house is in my mother's name, and it will be mine from now on. I don't want anything else. I have already prepared the money for going to college, and I can work for living expenses. I can go to Beijing After that, the locks will be changed here, and you won’t have to go back to Ningzhou again.”

Zhong Minhua stood up slowly, his face livid: "What do you mean now? You want to sever the father-son relationship with me?"

bang-

Zhong Yi slammed the bowl and chopsticks in his hand, and growled: "Do you still think you are my father? Tomorrow, what day is tomorrow, have you forgotten long ago?"

His chest heaved violently, his lacquered eyes were full of water, and his usual calm temperament was forced to this point, and he was extremely angry.

Zhong Minhua was taken aback by his yelling, frowned and thought again, then raised his eyes and looked at him in confusion.

Zhong Yi quickly turned around, strode towards her room, and squeezed out a few words just before the door slammed——

"My mother's birthday."