In the silent living room, Dong Fang had been waiting for Jiang Yaohua to speak.

He could tell that his uncle probably had something to say.

After brewing for a long time, the honest voice broke the silence: "Dong Fang, you must not let Ran Ran down."

The somewhat drunken words did not affect the seriousness and solemnity of the words.

A simple sentence contains the deep love hidden by the fathers. It is very complex and euphemistic.

This instruction is so heavy that even the promise watered by father's love becomes indestructible.

When the man's name was called, he sat upright and turned slightly to face the elder on the sofa next door.

"Don't worry, uncle, I won't." Dong Fang's answer would be more solemn than him.

"You should know that Ranran's mother and I are starting a family again." When Jiang Yaohua started talking again, he paused to see the man's reaction.

He only nodded slightly before continuing, "I was still a little girl when I first met her, and I know her well after being together for so many years. I, as an elder, want to give you a few words."

Dong Fang looked attentive and kept listening.

"This child is so cute, but my heart is full of love. For various reasons, she is not very good at speaking well but always does things silently, so I hope you will let her go more in the future. Even though Yangyang is already so old, but

The family still loves Ranran. After all, she has lacked a lot of love when she has grown up. Everyone in the family, including me, feels they owe her."

To be honest, if it were not for the hypnosis of alcohol, Jiang Yaohua would rarely bring up this topic.

"Uncle, let me stop you. Ranran is very good. She usually tolerates me more, and she has told me more than once that she is very happy to have your love."

Dong Fang spoke sincerely. He wanted to tell Jiang Yaohua that he did not owe so much. On the contrary, it was their favor that allowed him to have such a gentle and generous partner like Zhao Yiran.

He was very grateful.

The listener smiled with emotion, and said as if sighing, "I know she is a grateful child, but there is still a difference in the love given by her biological father and stepfather."

After being married to Li Ting for so many years, he has always divided his status very clearly, and he has a clear conscience in his mind about what he should do and what should not be done.

Zhao Yiran's biological father passed away due to a sudden myocardial infarction. At that time, the girl already had the role of father in her heart. Not only was he not a cruel and violent image, but he was also a good father and husband.

But just because of fate, a happy family was shattered.

So later on, when Zhao Yiran was able to accept him, Jiang Yaohua was already very content.

The two of them also talked a lot that night, all of which revolved around Zhao Yiran.

Dong Fang heard clearly that this stepfather loved her no less than ordinary people. He emphasized to himself over and over again that he must not let Ran Ran down.

"She is my daughter. If you are sorry for her, I, the father, will never be done with you."

The mixture of emotions may have made this worried father think that the two had already discussed marriage and were going to get married tomorrow, so all the instructions and commissions were very similar to the words the father-in-law gave to the groom on the wedding day.

But Dong Fang felt that this was not early at all.

Jiang Yaohua said this to him, which shows that he has high expectations for him from the bottom of his heart.

He will not betray these trusts, let alone his beloved girl.

After hearing this tonight, he will only cherish Zhao Yiran even more.

It was already early in the morning when Zhao Yiran helped him back to the bedroom.

"Dabao...Dabao, did I perform well today? Isn't it embarrassing?"

As soon as the door was closed, the man coquettishly hugged the woman and pushed her into the corner next to the door.

He placed his head heavily on the woman's thin shoulder and asked in a low voice over and over again, for fear that others would hear.

Zhao Yiran stroked his generous back, knowing that he had drunk too much, "Behave very well, very well."

The man breathed deeply into her sensitive neck, and Zhao Yiran felt goosebumps rising instantly.

He buried it on the delicate skin and nibbled gently, "That's good."

"It's quite late, let's get ready for bed, shall we?" the woman controlled her body not to tremble too much, and then said steadily.

"Yes, yes, go to bed. I have to send my Dabao to work tomorrow, so I can't stay up late."

The man's mumbling to himself after drinking is very cute.

But the hands holding her did not let go, and they just hugged her together and walked to the bed. Zhao Yiran asked him to let go, but he didn't listen.

After walking to the bed, Dong Fang directly pulled her and threw her onto the soft mattress.

The two of them were just leaning sideways, you looking at me and I looking at you.

After drinking, Dong Fang looked dull, his eyes were not as bright as usual, and his face was still a little hot when touched.

You can even hear his slight breathing.

"Dong Fang, why are you so nice to me?"

The silence of the night makes all the emotions extremely intense.

The man paused for a few seconds, "Are you bullying me? Bullying me because I drink too much and my brain can't keep up and I can't speak well."

His eyes were half closed, looking drowsy.

"Why are you nice to you?...Because I am happy when you are happy, and then the whole family is happy."

Each syllable was lengthened by him unconsciously, and then he paused.

It is said that people tell the truth after drinking. Zhao Yiran felt that he drank too much but he should still know it in his heart. She was also curious about what he and Jiang Yaohua talked about during the more than an hour outside.

"You are still questioning my strength." Suddenly, the man looked at her and complained.

Zhao Yiran didn't understand what he meant, why he said this so easily.

But in fact, the man always remembered what she asked in the elevator before entering.

"No way, you are very strong, I won't question it."

"What strength is so good?"

"all good."

Dong Fang refused to accept the account and asked the woman to enumerate it.

"Good at socializing, good at basketball, good at doting on my girlfriends, in short, everything is good."

The man smiled stupidly, quite satisfied with the answer, "Where is your body?"

"The physical strength is also good."

"How is your health?" After asking this, the woman gradually realized that the topic had gone astray.

She had a shy face and didn't want to answer him. She could still be so immoral after drinking too much. She pinched one side of his cheek and pretended to be strong, "You actually acted like a gangster at my mother's house. You're so brave!"

The man didn't say anything but smiled evilly. The hand on her slender waist gradually went up and began to spread flames everywhere. His body unconsciously moved towards her, and the hot palm touched the special softness, making it

The woman shivered unconsciously.

He is so presumptuous!

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Early in the morning, he woke up before the woman next to him.

Perhaps the place where he stayed was quite special, so his biological clock was also reminding him.

He quietly let go of his arm on the woman's side, tucked her into bed again, and got out of bed quietly.

It was just past half past six, and the sky was bright. The few rays of light cut off by the curtains were not enough to illuminate the entire room.

After washing up, the man walked out of the room and closed it gently.

In the living room, the old man was listening to opera near the balcony, he was the only one.

And Jiang Yaohua was already busy in the kitchen.

Dong Fang greeted him. The old man seemed a little surprised, "Hey, you got up early enough. Didn't you sleep well?"

"No, I'm used to getting up early during training."

After hearing this, the old man secretly scolded Jiang Eryang's little grandson for wanting to stay in bed every day after the holiday.

"Where's grandma?"

"I'm walking downstairs with other old ladies, I don't want to go."

Later, he entered the kitchen and wanted to help make something, but Jiang Yaohua said, "Come with me to buy some fried dough sticks?"

Dong Fang is naturally willing.

On the way, his uncle also asked him if he was used to the way in this family. Most of the cooking and household chores were done by men, while the ladies were very hands-off.

Dong Fang laughed. To be honest, he didn't expect it at first, but he is now willing to accept this approach.

In the past, he was indeed somewhat chauvinistic. He believed that it was not special for women to do the housework of washing and cooking, or to put it more seriously, these were the ways of most families since ancient times.

But it wasn't until he met Zhao Yiran and became Zhao Yiran's boyfriend that he truly realized that after meeting the woman he loved, he simply couldn't bear to let her do these things. Shouldn't women enjoy the results?

Jiang Yaohua said, "The old man is getting older now, and he used to dote on the old lady even more. I heard from Ranran's mother that the old lady never entered the kitchen after she got married. Later, all kinds of things became advanced, and she didn't even have a gas stove.

It will be open."
To be continued...