Uncle Yu ran back to the main house as if he had seen a ghost. He seemed young for a moment and almost ran away.
Song Xiang was suddenly a little worried, feeling that the meeting between Rong Boye and Nan Che would not be harmonious.
She knocked and pulled Yan Han's hand, "If something happens later, I'll ask dad, and you take uncle away."
Yan Han said in a low voice: "If your uncle is like that, I probably won't be able to hold him back."
Song Xiang touched his nose and it felt right.
Nan Che walked in front of them, no one was leading the way, and he was actually familiar with the road.
"It's been more than 20 years and it's still the same. It's really clumsy and it doesn't even get updated."
Song Xiang interrupted, "Has uncle been here?"
"Been here once."
Song Xiang was surprised. He had been here once and more than twenty years later, he still knew the way.
It was raining outside. They took the corridor from the garage to the main house, but there were many forks along the way. People who were not acquaintances would definitely take the wrong route.
Nan Che held Yun Yun in one hand and copied it leisurely with the other.
When we reached the end of the corridor, we opened a double door and arrived at the second floor of the main house.
After walking down the steps and arriving at the living room, the door connecting to the studio just opened.
Rong Boye was wearing a shirt with half-rolled cuffs and a little paint on the skirt. It was obvious that he had just come out of the studio and hadn't even changed his clothes.
His sharp eyesight immediately locked onto Nan Che who was standing not far away.
The two sides were silent, and no one said hello immediately.
Rong Boye's face is quite outrageous among his peers, but compared with Nan Che, he still doesn't look like his peers.
Nan Che looked him up and down, turned around and said to Song Xiang: "Good boy, tell your old father that your uncle wishes him well."
It's clearly right in front of you, why don't you say it yourself.
Song Xiang said "Oh" and looked at Rong Boye, "Dad..."
Rong Boye lowered his head and rolled up his sleeves, interrupting her and saying, "Xiaoyi, don't bring strangers home randomly."
Song Xiang: "..."
Nan Che snorted disdainfully.
The atmosphere is weird.
Yun Yun let go of his hand, took a step forward, put her hands in front of her, and nodded to Rong Boye, "Hello, Mr. Rong."
Rong Boye glanced at her, then narrowed his eyes, as if recalling who she was.
After a moment, he sneered and looked at Nan Che, "You really have no bottom line. How dare you touch the little girl you raised?"
Yun Yun's face turned red and she bit her lip.
Song Xiang pulled Yan Han back and shut up knowingly.
Nan Che didn't panic at all. He sat down on the sofa with his hands in his hands and put his long legs on the sofa, as if he was at his own home.
"If you are raised by me, who will follow me if you don't follow me?"
He said, glancing at Uncle Yu who was peeking next to him, "Uncle Yu, I haven't seen you for twenty years. You have lost all your old rules. When I came here, you filled half the table with just snacks. Today you don't even have a cup."
No tea?”
Uncle Yu was named inexplicably and he quickly turned around and retreated.
Rong Boye took the towel handed over by Rong Zhe, wiped his fingers with a cold face, and threw it away heavily.
Nan Che didn't care if he didn't give him a good look. He should eat and drink. He even greeted Yan Han, "Good son-in-law, why are you standing here? Don't be restrained. Just treat it as your own home. Be free."
Yan Han: "..."
"The appearance of your face has not changed, but its thickness has increased day by day." Rong Boye sat down opposite him.
Nan Che retracted his long legs, put his elbows on his legs, leaned forward, and squinted his eyes to look at Rong Boye's face, "Although it's a little worse than me, you can take good care of yourself. Have you taken sheep placenta supplements?"