After walking out of Jiang Yuduo's corridor, you can clearly see your father's car, parked next to the newsstand at the corner in front.

Jiang Yuduo's "training" that people cannot think about makes him much better than ordinary people in some aspects. Jiang Yuduo means there are other people in the car, but Cheng Ke can't even determine whether the vague shadow in the cab is an individual...

He turned around and looked at Jiang Yuduo's window. The curtains were pulled from this angle, but he knew that Jiang Yuduo was looking at him behind the curtains.

Just as I was about to turn my head to the other side of the car, I stretched out my fingers from the cracks in the curtains and shook them at him.

Cheng Ke smiled, and felt warm.

The weather is still going on today, and the wind is not as harsh as some time ago. He pulled his collar and walked towards his dad's car.

It was only a few meters away from the car. Cheng Ke saw clearly that there were indeed others in the car. The driver was Lao Hu in the driver's seat. He knew that a man sitting in the co-pilot was one of my father's assistants. My father would follow him when he went out. In fact, he was a bodyguard. My mother always felt that it was unlucky to say that it was a bodyguard, which would cause trouble instead. So these people have always been my father's assistants.

When Cheng Ke was approaching the car, the co-pilot's assistant got out of the car and stood by the car and watched him.

Cheng Ke didn't look at this person, walked to the back door and stopped, looking at the car window.

A few seconds later, the car window was lowered, and my father's face was revealed. He frowned when he saw the plaster on his hand: "Get in the car and say it's windy."

"I'm not cold." Cheng Ke said.

"I'm cold to talk when I open the window." Dad stared at him.

The assistant came over and opened the car door and made a gesture to Chengke to get in.

Cheng Ke sighed and bent over and got into the car.

"Big Young Master," the driver Lao Hu turned around and greeted him, "I lost a lot of weight."

"Is that right?" Cheng Ke touched his face. Lao Hu had been with his father for twenty years and had a very tacit understanding with him. This greeting was nothing more than to remind him that he would definitely suffer if he left home. He smiled, "I thought I would get fat. I was in a very good mood in the past six months."

"I'm in a very good mood," Dad sneered, "Is it what you want to live like this?"

"What's your life?" Cheng Ke said.

"What do you wear? What's your hair? And your hand..." My dad stopped when he said this, probably because he remembered that this hand had some connection with Cheng Yi. "I think you are very compatible with this place now. I'm not surprised to say that you are a protection fee now!"

Cheng Ke looked at himself and found that he was the jacket that Jiang Yuhuo had. Because he had to take a plane, he was wearing a pair of jeans under him. He looked... not as particular as before, but it was quite comfortable.

As for hair, it is also very good. I cut it in a small barber shop downstairs a few years ago. In order to save trouble, Cheng Ke thought the barber's skills were good.

In fact, everything is pretty good. My dad doesn't like it. One is that it is different from him before, and the other is that it is different from what he asked for.

Forget it first, but second... He has been like this for more than ten years since he grew up.

"Is there anything you have to do with me?" Cheng Ke asked.

"What kind of boyfriend is your mental illness, right?" My dad didn't go around the corner and directly got to the topic.

Cheng Ke was mentally prepared for this problem, so he was not surprised when he heard it. He looked at Jiang Yuduo's window: "If you have to say that, it can be considered as such."

"I'll ask you if it's!" said my dad.

"Yes." Cheng Ke replied.

"If you like men, no one cares about you, right?" said my dad. "If you want to have a boyfriend, no one has ever said anything, right?"

Cheng Ke didn't say anything.

"But you can't play so much, right?" Dad raised his voice and shouted, "Did you live too well and have to find some unhappiness for people!"

"I didn't play," said Cheng Ke, "I didn't live a comfortable life before, and I didn't want to make any more fun for anyone."

"I'm not here to listen to your arguments." My father leaned back and said in a cold voice.

"I didn't make a quibble," said Cheng Ke. "I grew up so old that I rarely even defended myself normally. Where did I get the ability to make a quibble?"

My dad was silent for a while, picked up the thermos and drank two sips of water, and when he put down the cup, he said, "Go home."

Cheng Ke was stunned.

He never expected this sentence, nor did he think that his father would say such a sentence.

If this sentence was a few months ago, in the days when he could not use a water heater and could not use a gas stove, he would get lost and think that he was a waste, it might surprise him.

But now, after so many things and so many tastes, a new life has begun, he has no feeling when he hears these three words.

I just felt a little disappointed.

He knew that the reason why his father said this was not because he wanted him to go home and was willing to accept such a useless son, but he just couldn't tolerate him having a mentally ill boyfriend.

Although he could understand that no matter what kind of family he put it in, such things would not be accepted.

"Your mother can't sleep well at night because of this, and she is always worried that something will happen to you," said my father. "Xiao Yi has learned that this person's condition is not as simple as an ordinary mental illness!"

"I've known it," Cheng Ke smiled, "How did he understand? What right do he have to understand? If I learn about his girlfriend, do you take it for granted?"

"If he had no problem! Who would pay attention to such a gangster living at the bottom of society!" Dad looked at him, "What's wrong with you now?"

"I'm not that much," Cheng Ke frowned, "If it's all, that's it. I'm almost thirty, and I'm responsible for my own life."

After Cheng Ke finished speaking, he opened the car door and prepared to get off.

"Your life is to live with a mentally ill patient in such a messy environment?" My father's voice was filled with anxiety, "Is this the life you would rather never go home again!"

"What kind of life do I live? Do you know? Have you asked me? Have you ever seen me?" Cheng Ke said, "What you know is nothing more than the so-called life that Cheng Yi told you. If you really want to know how I am doing, you can ask, listen, and watch yourself."

Cheng Ke finished speaking and got off the car.

"Xiao Ke!" The car door behind him rang, and my dad got out of the car, "Do you understand what I'm talking about?"

Cheng Ke looked at him.

"You have been young and have no scheming! Kind and soft-hearted! No matter how you do whatever you want, you have a backer and there are people around you!" said my father, "Where are you now? Where do you have the confidence that you can be alone! Stay in this environment and people, and you won't be cheated! Don't be harmed?"

Cheng Ke didn't say anything, but looked at his father.

These words surprised him a little. Although my father said these words with contempt for him, it was indeed the first time in so many years that he had heard his father use such words to describe him.

No scheming.

Kind.

Surprisingly, in addition to being useless, useless, unmotivated, and stumble... a lot of contempt and dissatisfied evaluations, my dad also has such a definition of him.

He even felt the worry in his father's tone.

Too unexpected.

"Dad," Cheng Ke sighed softly, "I have been here for a long time, and it is not as unbearable as you imagined. The friends I met here..."

"What friend?" Dad interrupted him, "What friend? I thought maybe you could do something when you came out, but what was the result? You simply disappointed me! Apart from Xu Ding, do you have a serious friend? That car wash? Or the one who ran long distances? What kind of thing can you make yourself?"

Cheng Ke was stunned.

The one who was washing the car? It was probably Chen Qing.

Is it Dabin a long-distance? Is it Dabin a long-distance bus?

He didn't know, no one told him, and Dabin never mentioned it.

How much did Cheng Yi investigate about him?

Since the investigation is so comprehensive, why didn’t I tell my dad that the store he and Xu Ding are going to open?

Just to prove to my dad that he is just a waste whether he is eating at home and waiting to die or living out on his own?

"I found a mentally ill boyfriend and lived in such a broken place! Is it the way you saw you making a fuss about me?" Dad pointed at him and yelled.

This sentence was so harsh that Cheng Ke frowned.

"I can ignore anything else," said my dad, "just tell me, what are you going to do with your boyfriend?"

"Accompany him to treat," Cheng Ke looked at his father and sighed softly, "You have two sons, one is disappointed, at least there is another one, not..."

Cheng Ke didn't finish his words.

My dad slapped him in the face.

Since he was a child, he has been criticized and scolded by his parents, but he has never been beaten.

This unexpected slap made him shake his whole body. There was a golden flower in front of him, and he held the car door before he stood firm.

"I was not disappointed with you until today. I was not disappointed with you until you had to be with this mentally ill," my dad pointed at him gasping for breath, "But from this second, I am really disappointed with you!"

Cheng Ke was silent, feeling the scorching heat on his face, and the cold wind could not relieve it.

"No matter how perfect you think you are," said my dad, "I don't want to hear anyone say that the eldest son of the Cheng family is with a lunatic!"

"I plan to be with him, so I have the final say whether he is a madman," Cheng Ke gritted his teeth, "Who I want to be with, what kind of life I want to live, where I want to be, what I want to say, what I want to do, everything is up to me."

The fire in my dad's eyes was almost burning red. After staring at him for a few seconds, my dad opened the car door and got in.

When Cheng Ke was about to turn around and leave, the assistant who had been standing next to him suddenly stepped forward, grabbed his right hand with plaster, and pressed it down.

After two consecutive injuries to his right hand, Cheng Ke was very careful. After being caught suddenly, his first reaction was to follow the man's strength and try to avoid being injured again during the confrontation.

But immediately afterwards, the assistant grabbed his shoulder and pushed him hard into the car.

Cheng Ke was originally focused on his right hand, but he was not prepared for this moment, and he was pushed into the car with no force on his right hand.

Then the car door was closed.

When he wanted to open the car door again, Lao Hu locked the car door.
To be continued...