Chapter 87: Chapter 87

The next morning, the gate of the community.
"My husband, how do I look?"
Father Yan was paralyzed in the back seat. He yawned for the eighteenth time and was helpless: "Beautiful beauty ..."
Old and beautiful Zeng CuicuiMs. Zeng Cui looked in the mirror again and again and finally decided whether the silk bangs falling from her forehead would be left or right, and then she pulled out the red purse from her cosmetic bag and pulled away Mi examined himself and was finally satisfied.
"Walk around, don't be late," Mother Yan pounded her father with her elbow, holding the ceremony for her daughter-in-law, and Ledi got out of the car.
Yan ’s father, who was awakened by his wife alive at six o’clock in the morning, used all his strength to barely climb out of the back seat, and looked at the sunrise in the Oriental Skyrim to cry without tears:
I remember we came here for lunch of……"
"Ah, what do you know, the first time I saw my daughter-in-law can make people wait, it is not strange for many people!" Yan mother waved away the driver, only to feel that the pores in her body were all comfortable, all spirited, and got up early to let the nanny The silk dress that was ironed eighteen times with steam was flat and flat, making her seem to be ten years younger, and she even danced briskly. "Besides, if I have a stomachache, I have to follow My daughter-in-law, who I have n’t met in more than 30 years, said, when is the engagement? Can I get a certificate at the end of the year? Where is the wedding? When will I have children? How many children will Yue Yue take? What primary school does the child attend? Junior high school? High school? Is it Harvard or Niu Jian who will study abroad in the future? I can say that he spent three days and three nights, three hours early.
Father Yan couldn't laugh or cry: "Your son just said that he is living with someone now. Didn't the girl who opened the KTV say that you even called your daughter-in-law?"
"I still don't understand the son I gave birth to, the higher the key, the more unreliable, that's why the attitude to be concealed is really problematic." Mother Yan gave her husband a humorous glance and couldn't help smiling: "I see him Bacheng was afraid that we wouldn't look down on the girl and wouldn't dare to speak directly, so we first veiled in an ambush with us. If you don't believe it, just wait and see! "
Father Yan said with a hey, and saw his wife holding her carefully selected pair of men's and women's watches, twisted the little foxwalk, and got into the apartment building elevator.
At the same time, the apartment is on the top floor.
The first rays of sunlight passed through the gaps in the curtains and dropped on the messy large bed, as if a light golden light band had stretched out between the bedding. Jiang Zhan moved his eyelashes and slowly opened his eyes. After a few seconds of confusion, his eyes finally focused, and he looked down.
The weight across the waist really was ... a familiar arm.
He turned sharply: "When did you come here?"
Yan Yan's upper body was naked outside the air-conditioning blanket. He closed his eyes and smashed his mouth. He reached out and snorted Jiang Zeng's head firmly, and clasped himself to his chest: "Sleep for a while ..."
Jiang stopped off guard and ran into a strong, fiery chest of the same sex. He almost buried his entire face, and quickly got out of bed to get out of bed. But his feet hadn't landed yet, so cold that he was hugged from behind, and fell back to the soft big bed on his back, then turned up tightly, and clasped him condescendingly.
The two of them went up and down, looked at each other for a while, Yan Yan slowly leaned down, and stopped at the tip of the nose less than ten centimeters:
"You haven't wished me a happy birthday."
Jiang Zeng's head tilted backwards. Although he could barely pull away because of the pillow, he didn't realize that this action exposed the white throat to strict sight: "... you will have your birthday tomorrow."
"I started receiving blessings three days before my birthday."
"But you've grown up, you're already thirty--" Jiang Zhan's voice stopped abruptly, his face was unpredictable, and he grimaced: "Happy birthday is strict ... I say you don't like me at this time It's up! "
The proletariat raged hard and bravely overturned the weight of the bourgeoisie, but before it could escape the evil capitalist ruling zone, it was caught by the reactionary forces, and turned back and crushed. Well, the top one is nothing, and there is no less meat ... "
"Early in the morning! Yan Yan!"
"It's because it's early in the morning ... that's why I suddenly noticed that you didn't respond in the morning. Is there something wrong with you ?! Let me check it. Come on, don't move, check it!"
"You only have a problem!" Jiang Zanlang yelled, "wake up your own plant for three years and try, it's good to be able to run and jump!"
Yan Ye did not blush: "I'm fine. If you don't believe me, I'll prove it to you now. Hey, don't move, let me crest up again, don't get upset so you say you ..."
The huge solid wood bed cymbals did not carry the scuffle of the two people, making a creaking noise. The air-conditioning blanket was wrinkled in the kicks, and slowly slid down to the bed, hanging on the thick light-colored wool carpet.
"Well--"
Jiang stopped buried in the pillow, and the neckline of the t-shirt was pulled down from the neck and neck, exhaling slightly. Just then the doorbell suddenly came out of the outbuilding-Ding Dong!
Yan looked up suddenly.
From the master bedroom, there is trembling music, which is a tablet computer that intelligently controls the access control. Yan Min hesitated between opening the door and not being at home. After three seconds, he decided to go to him, and leaned back again, grasping Jiangzhan's t-shirt and stretching it inward.
"Somebody, somebody!" Jiang Zhan elbow tried to block the enemy's brutal offensive, panting, "Your parents are here!"
Yan Yan was like a male wolf hungry for several years. He stopped Jiang in his arms with one arm and said hoarsely, "It's impossible, you can see for yourself at nine o'clock. They won't be until noon ..."
Doraemon! Doraemon!
The doorbell is indomitable, jingle! !!
Last night, when Yan Ye touched the guest's bedroom, the mobile phone that he brought with his hand suddenly vibrated. There are many situations where you will never stop me. Yan Yan paused for a few seconds, finally scolded in despair, grabbed the mobile phone from the bedside table, and the call turned out to be:
mom.
"Son!" Ms. Zeng Cui's enthusiastic voice came over the phone: "We are here! Open the door!"
ten minutes later.
The door slowly opened in the heavy, almost solidified air, revealing the expressionless face of Yan Mao's cluttered hair and his toothbrush.
The mother and son looked at each other for a while across the door frame. Ms. Zeng Cui said coldly, "Ten minutes."
Yan Ming spit out a string of toothpaste foam.
"I waited for a whole door for ten minutes early in the morning." Ms. Zeng Cui nodded her watch and said word by word: "—unless you told me that you were making a villain with your daughter-in-law just now, your mother will now Do it! "
I ca n’t save your expression, Father Yan's face, hiding behind his face, Yan Yan rolled his restrained eyes: "If your son only has ten minutes from beginning to end, should you change your family rules?"
"..." Mother Yan stunned for a moment, deeply convinced: "It makes sense!" Then she pushed Yan Yan with a slap, and stepped into the room door with great excitement and care, even before she could change her high heels, she narrowed her neck to Looking at the porch, the end was a little shivering with joy:
"Oh, my daughter-in-law, let me see my baby daughter-in-law ... wife ?!"
In the living room, Jiang Zhan, who had quickly brushed his teeth, washed his face, and changed his shirt and trousers, was bending over and putting a plate of fruit on the coffee table in the living room. He was caught off guard by Yan mother's loving and overflowing eyes, and then two Human movements freeze at the same time.
Mother Yan: "..."
Jiang Zhan: "?"
"You, you are ..." Mother Yan shivered.
"Oh, Aunt Zeng." Jiang stopped the fruit plate and nodded politely. "My surname is Lu, I just transferred to Jianning to work, I'm sorry to disturb you."
Mother's hand grabbed two unconsciously in the air, and then supported Yan's father who came in. Both husband and wife had the same expression on the face of the thunder. In the quiet air, only Yan Yan sucked toothpaste. Mo's gurgling sound.
Jiang Zhan finally felt a bit of weirdness: "Yan Yan?"
Yan mother turned her head in disbelief and asked, "... son?"
This is what you call cohabitation?
You shyly ran away and said that you are living with others now, and ask your parents to be psychologically prepared. Is your so-called psychological preparation coming out of the closet? !!
"Ahem!"
Yan Yan, holding his toothbrush, looked at his father, his mother, and the captain of his Jiang detachment, stubbornly vaguely said, "I didn't ... I already said that? Almost what you know That's it. "Then he bowed his head and dived into the bathroom, and there was a gurgling sound of crazy mouthwashing and washing his face.
The indescribable atmosphere once again enveloped the living room. Even if Jiang Zhan didn't want to guess that, he felt something faint at the moment.
But with the last glimmer of hope that "Yan Yan is at least a thirties-year-old criminal investigation deputy, it is certainly not so unreliable", he still made a cough and tried to make a gesture to the sofa:
"Uncle Yan? Aunt Zeng? Would the two ... make some tea?"
Mother Yan: "No trouble, no trouble ..." Then he stabbed her husband fiercely.
Father Yan wakes up like a dream: "No trouble, no trouble ..."
The couple walked around the coffee table with great care and sat on the sofa. Both of them were sitting in abnormal postures, staring at Jiang Zhan's face, as if to see a flower from his face.
Jiang Zhang didn't know what to say, so he had to sit across the coffee table, just habitually overlapping his legs, and suddenly felt that it wasn't suitable. He was busy pretending to adjust his sitting position, lowering his feet, and his hands overlapped on his thighs. , Staring intently at the bunch of bananas in the fruit plate.
Three minutes passed and there was no sound in the living room.
"..." Mother Yan finally couldn't stand the funeral-like atmosphere. After much thought, she finally got up the courage, raised her hand and drew the banana and handed it up, facing Jiang Su's doubtful gaze, revealing a cautious and friendly A very reserved smile: "Xiaolu eats ... eats bananas."
Jiangzhan conditioned reflex urged: "You eat, you eat."
"Ah, you're welcome. You eat, you eat ..."
"No no, you eat you eat ..."
"Mom! He doesn't eat it!" Yan Yan, with his upper body bare, poked his head out of the bedroom: "He doesn't eat any yellow fruit except the three types of orange, mango, yellow peach! Don't eat bitter melon! Don't eat eggplant! Don't eat Carrot! Don't feed him indiscriminately if he is not well! "
The embarrassing air almost exploded at that moment. Jiang Zhan's only idea was to rush into the house immediately to block Yan Yan's mouth, or jump into the ground slit out of thin air.
"Oh, like this." Mother Yan, like her aunt who did something wrong, sneered and put down the bananas, and thoughtfully found a step for each other. It ’s unhealthy to eat. "
Jiang stopped immediately: "Yes, yes, indeed."
Silence once again enveloped this small space, and everyone thought unanimously: Why should I discuss the sugar content of bananas when I first saw a suspected daughter-in-law / Yan Yan's father and mother?
"Cough!" Father Yan cleared his throat bluntly, forcibly squeezed out a smile that thought he was kind and actually a little distorted: "Where are you from Xiaolu?"
Jiang Zhe hesitated for half a second, and quickly answered, "Jiangyang County."
Father Yan awkwardly pointed to the bedroom: "So how did you come to know ..."
"Oh, we are police school classmates."
"You this year……"
"Two years older than Yan Mao."
At the same time, Yan ’s father and mother ’s mouth made
Oh-
silently, but his inner thought activity was: Does n’t it look like it? !!
Jiang Zengcheng sincerely said, "It's really two years old."
The couple said in unison: "Maturity is better, mature is better."
Jiang Zhan: "..."
"So," Father Yan asked tentatively, "what do your parents do?"
The husband and wife looked at Jiang Zhan with all their eyes. The inner activity is actually: everything is good, mainly because your parents are "ready to be psychologically prepared"? !!
Jiang Zhan is a person who hardly watches TV, and has not had any experience related to seeing future in-laws. Therefore, although I think this question is very weird, I still answer: "I have lost my parents since I was a child. I grew up in a welfare institution . "
Father Yan and Mother again silently at the same time: "Oh-"
Father Yan: In case he is my daughter-in-law, at least we do n’t have to deal with my parents-in-law, okay!
Mother Yan: In case he is my daughter-in-law, at least my son doesn't need to risk the leg break of the other's parents.
Jiang Zhan's gaze lingered on the faces of the Yan family and his wife, and the doubts in his heart were almost irrepressible. Just when he couldn't help but want to give a side-by-side explanation, Yan Yan finally washed his face and head, walked back to the living room with a towel and snorted his hair, and sat down beside Jiang Zhe: "Dad! Mom!"
Instantly three eyes stabbed at the same time, and various rich meanings in the eyes rubbed and collided in the air, splashing out sparkling flames.
Yan Zheng coughed awkwardly, pretending not to see anything, and stretched out his mother's gift bag: "Oh, what is this, my birthday present?"
Yan's mother couldn't stop it. Her debt-collecting son had digged out the watch box—a birthday present for his son and a meeting gift for his daughter-in-law.
Unable to turn around in the eyes, Yan's mother only felt her head big.
"Here, this is ..." The ending of Mother Yan is a bit futile: "The two watches just taken last year can make a pair. I want to see you for the first time ... the first time I see Xiaolu, nothing can be done Yes, so ... "
Two watches can make a pair.
... to make a pair.
Jiang Zhan looked at the Karazhuohua cross logo on the wooden watch box, and his facial muscles were a little stiff. This expression appeared very rare on his face, but at this moment he had no intention to cover it up and blurted out: "No, wait for Aunt Zeng. There may be some misunderstanding in this, you listen to me first-"
"I can explain!" Yan Yan couldn't wait to interrupt.
Everyone brushed up, Yan Yan's expression was extremely calm, but his feet pressed the river stop at the coffee table, rushed to the kitchen, and gave a firm look, "My father and mother, I'll get it."
Jiang Zhan ’s always-distinct brain disorder is incomparable. What is the situation in his heart? Why do your parents give us two watches? What did you say to your family?
Yan Yan nodded almost invisibly, which means you leave it alone and leave it to me!
Father Yan and Yan mother watched as the two of them secretly surging, and finally Jiangzhan couldn't take it anymore, and hurriedly dropped a sentence, "I'm going to make water to make tea," and fled away, embarrassed to not even return.
As a result, he entered the kitchen with his front feet, and Ms. Zeng Cui pulled her son's collar by the back feet, gritted his teeth and said, "Yan, ye!"
Yan Min held her hand firmly: "Mom!"
"You tell me again what is the relationship between the two of you ?!"
"Mom, let me explain!"
Look at Ms. Zeng Cui's aggressive look. If Jiang stops, the deputy detachment of Yan is estimated to be taken to the hospital by her mother.
"Mom, we are really together. Your son is almost like this. You can learn more about the American surrogacy agency. 1.2 million and 1.6 million identical twins. The baby can still have a child with your last name. Did n’t my dad say that you kept making me change my last name when I was a kid? "
Father Yan was glaring at his son. Wen Yan turned his head and looked at the floor immediately, successfully creating a sense of sight passing by soy sauce.
Ms. Zeng Cui: "..."
Yan Zhengqing really sincerely said: "I don't hide it. I have been secretly in love with him since five years ago. After so many years of blind dates, I knew that I was destined to be with him in my life. So if your second wife makes a decision If you want to hiccup, my son can only be alone and die, but I have to die forever. From then on, the ancient Buddha in the blue lantern, do n’t read the world ...

Yan's mother was nauseated and said, "Speak human!"
"I took the initiative. He was shy. He didn't plan to formally determine our relationship." Yan Min glanced in the direction of the kitchen and secretly lowered his voice: "So I lied to him that you didn't know anything, he thought you should only He's my police school classmate ... "
Mother Yan stared at him, probably thinking 10,000 times seriously about whether to put the son back in his stomach and give birth again.
"What the does Xiaolu do?" Yan mother asked coldly from her teeth.
"Ah, don't ask anymore-they are the criminal investigation consultants of the Public University. They have been the first-level police inspectors for a few years. They said they were transferred to work in Jianning, but they only temporarily assisted for a while. Why are you still a crime? Suspect? "
Unexpectedly, Yan Yan's expression did not relax as he thought, but she was more solemn: "The position is higher than you?"
Yan Yan nodded solemnly.
"..." Mother Yan worried: "You two are really in love, aren't you ruled by you ?!"
Yan Yan almost sprayed out.
"Well, excuse me," Jiang stopped leaning his head out of the kitchen at this moment, carefully inserting a sentence: "black tea or green tea?"
Mother Yan had already let go of her son's hand holding the collar of her son, sitting quietly and elegantly on the sofa, and if nothing had happened just now: "No trouble, no trouble, we can do anything!"
Jiang Zhan still looked suspicious. He nodded, frowning, and turned back to the kitchen.
Yan Zheng complained while tidying his collar: "Mom, you are really ..."
"I tell you a rabbit, a cub, and a son." Mother Yan's eyes were quick and she grabbed Yan Yan's neckline again, and warned word by word: "If you dare to sell yourself for glory, I will deprive you of inheritance, a hundred years later All your parents ’property is donated to charity, so you can get out of the house to drink the northwest wind in the second half of your life ..."
In the end, Aiko ’s eager father: "Kekeke!"
"Do you have an opinion ?!" Yan mother violently exasperated.
Father Yan yielded: "No opinion, no opinion ..."
"There are no hidden rules, Mom, where do you want to go?" Yan Zheng said dissatisfied, "Does your son look so oppressed? You haven't seen how tender, attentive, and hundred by all your daughter-in-law is in front of me. OK? Last night he also made me beef stew and tomato and egg noodles. "He brushed out his phone and opened the photo album, lighting up the photo taken with filters before dinner last night.
The suspicion full of Yan's eyes was finally restrained temporarily, and her husband's head was put together, looking at the bowl of potato stewed burdock together.
"In short," Yan Zheng said, "he can't do without me, and I can't do without him. We have reached the stage where we can talk about marriage at any time. What's more important is that we've already slept. Now, if he throws it away, he will be heartbroken and mad. You do n’t want your son to sleep when you do n’t recognize it, right? So for the sake of cooked rice, you still give me Greatest support and blessing. "
The Yan family husband and wife looked at each other.
Although I already had some premonitions, and even prepared myself, when things really happened, I still had a great psychological impact on my parents.
"Uncle, aunt," Jiang Ding came out of the kitchen with a tea tray.
Yan Min gritted his teeth and wiped his father's neck than killing the chicken, and then turned to meet him. He couldn't help but say that he had taken a heavy tea tray from Jiang Ding, and secretly passed an "I'm done" look.
Taking advantage of Yan Zheng's short gap from his back to the sofa, Jiang Zang asked in a low voice, "What the is going on?"
"It's because they think more about it, no problem." Yan Yan's hand made an ok gesture under the tea tray: "The explanation is clear!"
Jiang Zhan nodded and relaxed a little. He said that Yan's life-long event was probably a heart attack for his parents. No wonder he saw a man thinking his son was coming out of the cabinet ... even though their son was already outside the cabinet. Already.
"Ha ha……"
"Hehehe ..."
The father and mother Yan probably never dreamed that it was such a scene that they drank tea with their daughter-in-law for the first time, and the smiles on both faces were a little distorted. Fortunately, Ms. Zeng Cui is not an ordinary middle-aged and elderly woman. She is a person who has seen a large world in the business field. Although her surging and complicated feelings are almost overflowing, she still asks with a smile: "I said ... I said Xiaolu, do you still live here?"
Jiang Zhan undoubtedly had him: "Ah, I am used to living, and I am taken care of by Yan Xuan."
Father Yan took a sip of tea in his throat and swallowed stiffly around his neck.
"Just like living here, just like living here." Mother Yan rubbed her hands and asked with a lot of anxiety, "You two are usually fine with each other?"
"..." Jiang asked with an eyelid.
"It's okay," Jiang paused, accentuating his tone: "Although we are only old classmates in the police academy and haven't seen each other for five years, our friendship has always been good."
He was shy, Yan Yan emphasized to his parents again with his eyes.
Mother Yan grasped it, remembering that his son had just said, "He doesn't plan to confirm our relationship yet", so he smiled awkwardly: "Good feelings are good, good feelings are good. Come to Japan, long, ah."
Father Yan forced the tea cup into her hand: "Drink tea, drink tea."
Yan's parents were sitting side by side on the sofa, drinking tea in unison—not the old Tongxing Pu'er tea, the old Tongxing Pu'er tea cake had been pulled out by Jiang Ding to have only the size of the last fingernail . Fortunately, at that time, Yan's mother had only the white paper at home, "Research on Legal Issues in Homosexual Marriage," and the contact details of major surrogacy companies in California flashed wildly in her mind. Mom can mix vodka with her face without changing the color.
"This," Jiang Ding pondered and asked, "I heard that to celebrate Yan Mao's birthday, the meal at noon seemed to be ..."
He just wanted to say if we should go out now, otherwise the atmosphere was too embarrassing, and then Yan Yan stepped back: "Yes, we eat at home at noon. Hey, you said yesterday that you would not go in person Did you cook it for yourself? "
Yan's father and mother raised their heads at the same time.
Jiang Zhan: "..." When did I say this?
"It's not easy for them to come all the way. Don't go outside. It's hot and crowded. We can eat at home. It's just that I'll give you a hand and be filial to our father and mother." Yan Yan grabbed Jiang to stop. Hand: "It's said that the children's birthday is a hard day for their parents. How meaningful is it for us to cook by ourselves, do you think?"
Jiang Zhan quickly drew his hands in the two opposite gazes: "Actually, I don't know what to do ..."
"It's okay. It's my intention to do more and less. The most important thing is that I take the opportunity to learn from you and cook. I will also respect the elderly in the future, right ?!"
As if Yan Father and Yan mother suddenly opened the door to the new world, they couldn't wait to agree: "Yes, eat at home!" "Eat healthy at home!"
Jiang Zhan: "………………?"
Jiang Zhan was inexplicably struck by the gaze of Yan's parents, and his lips trembled twice. He was so embarrassed to speak out in front of the elders, and then dragged into the kitchen by Yan Ling.
"I said Yan Yan, what the is this--"
Jiang Zhe was calmed down before he could question.
I saw Yan Ye pull out an apron from the cabinet door, put on his head, and seized Jiang to stop his chin and forcibly straighten, and whispered close to his ears and warned: "You cook, I strike. Our two The performance depends on the meal, understand? "
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