Su Bingyun is responsible for guiding the way: "Turn left, at No. 38 Tongcheng Road. I live a little far from the school. I have to get up very early every day to not be late."

After passing through the dense traffic after get off work, Lao Liao said: "Tongcheng Road is in a very good environment. It is known as one of the most beautiful streets in Zhonghai City. It is spacious and clean, with maple trees and sycamore trees all over the street. There are beautiful villas along the road. Unfortunately, it is winter now and you can't see the scenery."

Su Bingyun smiled and said, "My family doesn't have a villa. I have always lived in an apartment. The conditions are not good, don't you mind?"

Lao Liao said lightly: "I used to live in the slums of Zhuque Street, which is worse than you." There is no other word: I spend my days with instant noodles every day and stay in the bar at night. Life is extremely difficult, and I don't like my girlfriend, so I can only tease the waiter in the bar to relieve my boredom.

Tongcheng Road is indeed like Lao Liao said. The branches along the road are bare, the beautiful scenery is no longer there, and there are few pedestrians on the street, which looks particularly desolate. No. 38 is an apartment complex with complete sanitary entertainment and shopping facilities. The house is a bit old, but the appearance has been painted again, making it look nostalgic and beautiful.

Su Bingyundi's house is on the 17th floor of the second building. After stepping into the elevator, she reached out to tidy up the messy lichen collar for Lao Liao. "I'm sorry to tell you something until now. I live with my parents. I told them about our affairs. The old man wants to see you."

Liao Xuebing was surprised for the third time today: "Why didn't you say it earlier? Just go with both hands, do you want me to be embarrassed? No, I have to go to the store outside to buy a few boxes of kidney platinum before talking about it. The first time my son-in-law met his father-in-law and mother-in-law, how could he not leave a good impression?"

Su Bingyun's pretty face was a little red, and she smiled with teeth, and her beautiful face made Lao Liao look stunned. "My parents don't like to be polite. If they buy a gift, they will be angry anyway. I just say you are an ordinary friend of mine. My dad is a little serious. Anyway, you just nod your head when you go in. He has nothing to say. My mom is a little nagging. Maybe she hasn't taken the boy home for so many years. I guess she will ask you the bottom of it. You have to pay attention to what you should say and not say."

Lao Liao wanted to give up. The son-in-law came to the door and was criticized as goods. Not only was he so worried and trembling, but he had to smile on his face and not offend anyone. I dare say that the most hypocritical day in his life was the first time he went to see his girlfriend’s parents. "Why didn’t you discuss it with me in advance? It would be difficult for me to adapt without preparation, let alone you know my temper."

Su Bingyun held his hand and smiled, "It doesn't matter, as long as I have seen it once, my parents will be easy to talk to."

A serious girl takes a man home. She usually wants to marry him. Liao Xuebing will not know this. Facing Su Bingyun's expectant eyes, the clear and quiet look was like a cold spring water flowing through her heart. All the noise and impetuousness disappeared. She nodded and said, "I am not good at communicating with others. If you offend your parents later, don't blame me." She thought to herself, "I have a bad temper. If your parents don't like it, they will never come in the future."

The elevator stopped on the 17th floor and the door opened. Su Bingyun thought he was very nervous and smiled and said, "To be honest, just think you are your home." He walked through a corridor. It was already night, so he turned on the street lights. He stopped in front of the door number of 1704, took out the key and opened the door.

When you enter the door, you will find a frosted glass entrance hall with orchid patterns. The heating immediately drives away the cold outdoors. Next to it is a shoe cabinet, with Su Meimei often wearing floor cloth shoes, high heels, and sandals. At first glance, you can see the hall, about 30 square meters, and ordinary families are considered spacious. The white walls are also inlaid with beautiful beech wall skirts, and the color is matched with elegant jujube wood floors at the feet. There is a marble countertop inlaid with silver edges, as well as a genuine leather sofa and glass coffee table. After passing the living room, there is a corridor. There is a vague view of the door of six rooms, indicating that the housing area is large. Su Bingyundi has a very good living conditions.

The plasma TV is playing "Zhonghai News". A man reading a newspaper sat on the sofa. He was wide and fat, with a slightly bald hair. He had a straight nose like Su Bingyun. He could vaguely see that he was handsome when he was young. He had a serious expression, wearing a white shirt and buttoned in a slight way. Only when he was wearing floor slippers under his feet, he felt that he was at home, not in the office.

Taking off his coat, changing into the slippers and walking into the living room, Su Bingyun smiled and said, "Come on, this is my dad. Dad. He is a colleague of our school, Liao Xuebing, who is the class teacher in the second grade. The principal and the board of directors appreciate his talent very much."

Lao Liao originally wanted to call him father-in-law, but his second thought was to call him father, then he wanted to call him uncle and brother, but finally he didn't call him "Old guy", so he said, "Hello, Mr. Su."

Su Bingyundi's father Su Delun seemed reluctant to put down the newspaper and said lightly: "Oh, yes, Teacher Liao

He didn't speak, but Liao Xuebing didn't speak. He looked at the sofa and sat in a quiet position. The two men were silent, and the atmosphere was very awkward. Wap! Circle! Zi! Net Su Bingyun hurriedly said, "Liao Xuebing, sit down for a moment, I'll go and pour tea." He glared at his father hard, and he understood very clearly: You can say a few words to the guest. But Su Delun didn't see his daughter's eyes at all, and he sat upright without laughing. When his daughter first entered the door, he glanced at the man affectionately, as a father, he took all of her. He had raised a daughter for twenty-four years and never saw her take a boy home. How many times did she wait at night? Under the window, she saw the ground alone, and no boy had ever sent her home, not once.

When I was studying, I communicated with the teacher. The teacher is good, but the girl is too cold and it is not easy to get along with. My girlfriend came to play at home and eavesdropped on the wall, but it rarely involved men's side. After work, whenever she had a phone call, she was a leader and colleague. Su Delun and his wife even doubted whether their daughter was sexually cold, homosexual, and had male phobia.

The father and daughter have always had a good relationship, which is the only place where Su Delun is proud. But yesterday my daughter suddenly said that she would take someone home for dinner the next day, and asked quickly, and finally got the truth. It was a male colleague in the school! Male! After looking at each other, she saw that her daughter's face was slightly flushed, and it was interesting! That night, the couple did not sleep all night, discussing countermeasures overnight, discussing from the head of the bed to the end of the bed. It has to be said that even if the Yunzhong Tower was hit by an airplane, it was shocked and anxious. Who was that "male colleague"? Ordinary?

Complex? Friends? Lovers? Why should we call home for dinner? What attitude should we do when he comes? All kinds of questions are in our hearts, and there is no specific answer until the early morning. On the one hand, we are happy that my daughter finally has a normal tendency, but on the other hand, we are dissatisfied with who can take away her daughter's heart with such a perfect heart. Finally, Su Delun concluded: "First look at the young man's character, and then give him some trouble. I understand that my Bingyun is not so easy to pursue. If she really bears fruit in the future, he will cherish Bingyun." Su's mother agreed deeply.

Su Bingyun walked into the kitchen, and his mother Deng Ruiqi was cooking inside. She wanted to make a hot fried chicken with honey sauce. She had just washed the tender grass chicken with more than one pound. The vegetable heart, carrots, green onions, ginger and other side dishes had just started to be cut into shreds. The main course of the "Fireworks Zuijiang" land was still swimming in the basin, and the "Polygonum multiflorum pot yam soup" land was placed on the cutting board with the skin. Some of the fine black hairs on the skin were not yet available to remove.

"Mom, why is it just starting now? Is it too late? Looks like it's getting dark?" Su Bingyun said and washed a cup: "Where did you put that box of top-quality Biluochun last time?"

"I went to the market late, and I have been looking for many ingredients for a long time." In fact, Deng Ruiqi often goes to Xinliang Market at the intersection of Yuanhu Road. There are all kinds of seafood from north to south, and both, and dry goods from both sides. Even in the middle of the night, there are many stalls as usual. How could it be that they can't be bought? Deng Ruiqi wanted to keep the young man hungry for a while, let her husband observe his reaction, test his relationship with Bingyundi, examine his family background, and study his thoughts... "Tea leaves are in the drawer on the left side of the TV cabinet. Are the guests here?" He looked at his daughter meaningfully.

"Um!"

Deng Ruiqi asked knowingly: "What are you doing? The semester is almost over. You teach art classes but don't take exams. You are not talking about work, right?" Isn't it okay for friends to be guests? You are so strange."

"Ordinary friends or close friends?" Deng Ruiqi planned to make up for the final analysis: "It's not just ordinary friends, otherwise why would you let me buy so many dishes? Bingyun, just tell your mother honestly. If the young man is really good, she will bless you."

Su Bingyun nodded and turned her face, it was covered with red clouds.

"Don't be stupid. After making tea, come in and help mom cook. It's enough to have your dad accompany him."

"Dad always keeps talking with a stern face, I'm afraid they won't get along with them."

...

The strong green snail spring was served, and the light fragrance filled the nose. Su Delun gently grabbed the edge of the white porcelain cup with three fingers, took a sip, and glanced at him quickly, but saw Liao Xuebing picking up the tea cup, regardless of the hot tea, drank it dry, stretched out his sleeves to wipe off the tea leaves on his lips, and his eyes fell back to the TV screen.
Chapter completed!