Chapter 235: Bamboo Horse and Bamboo Horse (Modern 12)
Chapter 235: Bamboo Horse and Bamboo Horse (Modern 12)
When Rong Yuan was about to drive back, he suddenly received a call from his parents.
"Son, how are things going?" Rong Zi asked nervously, while Rong's father was also eavesdropping.
Rong Yuan smiled and said, "It's not bad."
When Rong Yuan came here a few days ago, he was urged to get married by his elders. In fact, it was not a push for marriage, it was just a casual joke between the old couple when they had nothing to do. I am afraid that his son will not have to hold a book for the rest of his life.
Rong Yuan casually said that he had someone he liked.
After being questioned repeatedly, Rong Yuan couldn't bear it and directly confessed that he liked Xie Xin, whom he had grown up with since childhood.
One is to let them prepare in advance, and the other is to test their tone.
Fortunately, after a day and night of psychological struggle, both the old couple accepted this fact.
The Rong family is actually somewhat traditional, and there has never been a precedent for a man and his wife, but in the end, his love for his son prevailed and did not stop Rong Yuan from pursuing love.
After accepting this fact, Rong's mother paid attention to Rong Yuan's progress in chasing his wife every day.
"What do you mean it's okay? Is it okay, son?" Rong's mother asked eagerly when she saw something was going on.
"It's okay, which means our son has succeeded in his pursuit." Rong's father said calmly while holding the newspaper.
"I ask my son, what did you say?" Rong's mother scolded Rong's father, then turned to ask Rong Yuan, "Son, when will you bring someone back to see you?"
Listening to the noise on the other end of the phone, Rong Yuan's lips unconsciously raised, "Come on, I'll bring someone to the door after the holiday this week."
After hanging up the phone, Rong's mother unconsciously smiled on her face.
"My son has my style." Rong's father looked quite proud, "It didn't take long for him to win over the person he likes."
Rong's mother gave Rong's father an angry look, "Come on, Wang Po is selling melons and bragging about herself."
Rong's father was not angry at all after hearing this, but actually smiled.
"This week, our son is going to bring a boy from the Xie family to visit, so we have to be well prepared."
"It's up to you to say."
Inside the villa.
It's almost dusk, the sun is setting in the west, and warm sunlight shines through the window into the bright bedroom.
Xie Xin carefully took the brush and painted on the canvas.
The afterglow of the sun fell on the canvas and also on Xie Xin's face.
The dancing light and shadow were like golden light, giving Xie Xin a sense of piety.
The door behind him opened, and Xie Xin put the last touch on her face and turned to look at the person at the door.
Rong Yuan just closed the door and looked up to see Xie Xin looking at him.
"Xinxin, why are you painting me again?" Rong Yuan saw the painting behind Xie Xin, which showed him coaxing Xie Xin with a smile on his face.
Strange to say, since meeting Rong Yuan that day, Xie Xin's paintings have all been replaced by Rong Yuan, with various expressions of Rong Yuan.
Even Xie Wu no longer painted the picture of Manzhu Shahua bound by iron chains.
Instead, he fell in love with painting Rong Yuan’s eyebrows.
Well, he is indeed a slightly perverted personality. Before he moved in with Rong Yuan, he would wake up every night and go to sleep in the room full of painted eyes.
At this time, Xie Xin ran towards Rong Yuan, hugged Rong Yuan's waist, and touched Rong Yuan's white shirt with his hands still stained with paint.
"A Yuan is good-looking, I like it." This was in reply to Rong Yuan's previous question.
"Xinxin, go and wash your paws before you hug me." Rong Yuan endured it but couldn't help but speak.
Then he rubbed Xie Xin's head casually and walked to the canvas to admire Xie Xin's works.
The painting skills are good and very attentive.
After Rong Yuan finished his review, he picked up the brush and drew two Q-version villains on a clean canvas.
(Updated tomorrow)
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