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During the meal, Ai Yige kept the mentality of being a twenty-four-filial son just as he told Wu Qingyang outside the door. As soon as he entered the door, Ai Changhu asked him with a dark face if it was intentional when he came back so late. However, Ai Yige just smiled faintly and said, "Uncle Song has just entered the door. Dad, ask Uncle Song what the road to Zhongshan East is like." Then he greeted everyone in the hall and went upstairs to change his clothes.

In fact, Ai Changhu may not have no idea that Zhongshan East Road is definitely blocked at this time, but his thinking of a military leader determines his style of the general. You must know that in the army, no one will pay attention to whether you are traffic jams. As long as you are late, you will be punished without exception.

Since Ai Yige did not argue with Ai Changhu, the meal was calm. At the dinner table, Ai Yige even asked Zhao Xinnan with a smile: "Xinnan, you transferred from Shanghai, our old man did not treat you badly, are you satisfied with the job arranged?" Don't say that Ai Changhu was surprised, even Zhao Xinnan stayed there. If Wu Qingyang had not found a loophole before to say hello to Zhao Xinnan, Zhao Xinnan would have really doubted whether he had heard it wrong.

"It's pretty good, Uncle Ai takes good care of me." Since Ai Yige was very harmonious, Zhao Xinnan could not still look arrogant, let alone she could raise her proud head in front of anyone, and she would never dare to do so in front of Ai Changhu and Uncle Song. In the whole of China, everyone knows how brave Ai Changhu was in the Vietnam War. Although Uncle Song had never participated in the Vietnam War, when he followed Ai Changhu in the early 1990s, the two were surrounded by more than a hundred wild wolves. Uncle Song, who was in his twenties, broke out with a military dagger and killed the wolf pack with Ai Changhu. How arrogant is this? Even if Zhao Xinnan thinks of himself, he can only bow his head and look when facing such two powerful generals.

"You little brat, will I still make my heart man suffer?" Ai Changhu laughed and cursed, feeling very relieved. His son, who seemed quite incompetent to him, finally did not embarrass himself today. Although it was not a formal dinner, it was the first time that the two children had dinner at home together after the two families reached a marriage decision.

"Dad, you eat more vegetarian dishes. You are old, don't eat wine and meat." Ai Yige picked up chopsticks of vegetables for Ai Changhu as if nothing had happened, but made Ai Changhu sit on the spot.

This hero who had never hesitated on the battlefield never hesitated in the face of the enemy's defense line. His son's words and simple actions today made this old man in his early sixties feel deeply. He has worked hard for most of his life. After all, power and military achievements are like the smoke of the past. In the final analysis, he just wants to see his only blood and adulthood. Although he is not very satisfied with his son who refuses to join the army, he suddenly saw Ai Yige learning to pick up food for him. He couldn't help but sigh. Thinking of this, Ai Changhu, a tiger general who can even put life and death, could not help but have some tears in his eyes, and his eyes were blurred for a while.

He also put down the wine glass in his hand and said with emotion: "Okay, my son has started to care about me too. Haha, I won't drink it today, I won't drink it anymore!"

Chen Fengying saw Ai Changhu's emotions and knew that the old man was in love, so she couldn't help but laugh and said, "Look at this old man. I've said this on weekdays, but I'm afraid I'll let him drink less than a hundred times, but he just doesn't listen. My son's words are worth ten years. But today, I can't stop drinking. First, the man is here, second, old man, don't you drink a drink with your son?"

Ai Changhu laughed loudly, and then picked up the wine glass: "Haha, okay, I'll have a drink with this pair of children!"

Wu Qingyang hurriedly found two cups and poured a glass of wine for Zhao Xinnan and Ai Yige each. Zhao Xinnan did not hesitate and stood up straight, holding the wine glass with both hands: "Uncle Ai, I toast you this cup. Not only do you think you are an elder, but also for all your merits." After that, the girl raised her neck and ate the wine.

Ai Changhu smiled and finished drinking the glass of wine in his hand. He poured it on and looked at his son with a smile.

Ai Yige still had the same kindness as before, and stood up silently, just said: "Oh, my dad finally promised not to drink it today, and my mom asked him to drink two more glasses. What should I say? Dad, I wish you good health."

Ai Changhu was happy, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were like trenches on the battlefield, deep and wide, showing the old man's contribution to the Republic. He had always complained about the boy's secretly slipping away when he stuffed Ai Yige into the army, and the blood of the father and son was thicker than water. The tit-for-tat of these years was like a rise and fall, but the blink of an eye was just a flash of his fingers.

After the meal, the old man took Chen Fengying out for a walk very consciously. Wu Qingyang was still cleaning up in the dining room. Uncle Song was naturally very "sensible" and left Ai Yige and Zhao Xinnan sitting alone in the living room.

After everyone ended, Ai Yige's attitude towards Zhao Xinnan was not as gentle as before, and his smile disappeared again, and instead he was expressionless in treating an ordinary guest.

As soon as he saw Ai Yige's appearance, Zhao Xinnan knew that the warm family atmosphere had dissipated. The man in front of him had been cute for less than an hour and began to become a little disgusting again.

Humph! What's so great about it! Do you really think that if you win swimming, I mean you have the ability? You can compete with me for one hundred meters! - This girl has tidyed up her clothes and thought secretly in her heart, but she just hesitated in her mind. Are I going back now? Or continue to sit here?

Ai Yige ignored her, picked up the remote control, turned on the TV, and adjusted it to the movie channel. It happened to be broadcasting the entertainment scene. The reporter of this TV station held a microphone and finally fought a path among the many microphones, squeezing to the front of Zhang Ziyi, the beautiful star in the middle.

"Recently, it is reported that your next drama is likely to be a collaboration with Jinge Film and Television, which has suddenly become famous in the past two years. Is this the case?"

Looking at the background of the screen, Ai Yige glanced at the subtitles at the bottom of the TV and knew that this was the Berlin Film Festival that had just closed. Since it was involved in his own company, Ai Yige naturally paid special attention.

A sentence came to my ears: "Bored! Such an adult is still chasing stars."

Ai Yige glanced at Zhao Xinnan, leaned on the sofa relaxedly, and said, "It seems that you have forgotten that this is my business, and the film company mentioned by the reporter just now is the one that is under."
Chapter completed!