"Dad, it seems you don't want me to go to college."
In order to avoid Fu Yurou's questioning, Zhuo Chengcheng chose to chat with Zhuo Xiaotian.
But this sensitive topic touched Fu Yurou's heart, because she, like Zhuo Chengcheng, had this feeling for Zhuo Xiaotian, and hoped it was just an illusion.
"No."
"Dad, why didn't you come back to guide me when I applied for the university? You came from here, and you are a postdoctoral fellow studying abroad."
"I don't want you to go abroad. It's not very good in China. After you go abroad to learn something, can you really switch to a way to adapt to it in China? If you don't do it well, international students will be lost abroad. The nine-year compulsory education is the cultivation of the motherland. "
"oh."
Zhuo Chengcheng hummed casually, as if to end this short conversation, he had already started to get up.
"Sit down for me, Zhuo Chengcheng, I can't control you anymore? Can I?"
"Dad, is there anything else to say?"
"Your mother gave you this, why don't you want it?"
"I don't want to go through the back door anymore, Aunt Fu, thank you for your kindness, but please take it back."
"Zhuo Chengcheng, do you know that your mother wants you to become a pilot again, and it took so much effort that your leg almost broke."
"Hehe, she wasn't driving, how could she run to her legs?"
"You child, you are no longer in the rebellious period, and you speak with a little brain."
Under Zhuo Xiaotian's reprimand, Zhuo Chengcheng sent the overcooked braised pork to Zhuo Jiaoer's house, then returned to the living room, but watched the football game.
"You turned off the TV for me. The airline your mother found for you is very famous in the industry. It is not for you to go through the back door, but for you to get in with your real skills. This is just an exam schedule. You should prepare well. .¡±
"I dont go."
As soon as Zhuo Chengcheng finished speaking, Zhuo Xiaotian dropped the remote control to the ground.
"dad."
Zhuo Chengcheng got up slowly and lowered his head deeply.
"Brother Xiaotian, don't scare Chengcheng, he is still a child, it would be better if he is older."
"Brother Xiaotian?"
Zhuo Chengcheng repeated the three words Fu Yurou said, and rolled his eyes.
"You boy, if I don't beat you up today"
Zhuo Xiaotian grabbed Zhuo Chengcheng's neck, and Zhuo Xiaotian never touched a single hair of him since he was a child.
"That's your mother, what's wrong with giving birth to you?"
"Dad, Dad, I was wrong."
Zhuo Chengcheng kept begging for mercy, while Fu Yurou was frightened and tugged at Zhuo Xiaotian's sleeve.
"Stop it!! Stop it!!"
Zhuo Jiaoer heard loud shouts from the living room, and hurried out.
"Dad, don't hit brother."
"Zhuo Jiao'er, your house smells so big? Have you been drinking? Who agreed with you to drink? You drink when you are old?"
"Dad, my brother and I are not young anymore, we are not children anymore."
"What happened to your throat?"
Zhuo Xiaotian didn't let go of his hands, and still tilted his head, asking Zhuo Jiao'er, as if he didn't care about Zhuo Chengcheng's life or death at all. This scene angered Fu Yurou.
"What do you have to do to me? Why are you so angry with your child?"
"Zhuo Chengcheng, apologize to your mother, do you hear me?"
"I don't need it, this is my son, let it go!! Let it go!!"
Finally, with the help of Fu Yurou and Zhuo Jiaoer, Zhuo Chengcheng's neck was loosened and he was able to breathe normally.
"Huhuhu~" Zhuo Chengcheng panted heavily.
"Chengcheng, we won't travel anymore, let's go home with mom" (Remember the website of this site: www.hlnovel.com