sinovels Chapter 66 The Enraged Father Cheng
Chapter 66 The Enraged Father Cheng
Cheng Zhiyi came to city A for a meeting, and learned that today was his son's graduation ceremony, so he deliberately stayed for an extra day after the meeting, and sneaked to the police station to attend his son's graduation ceremony to visit an old friend.
As a result, before he had time to surprise his precious son who was always talking nonsense, he actually got a lot of shock from his son in front of the old man.
Burning with anger, action preceded thinking, the black briefcase in the creaking nest flew directly towards his son's head with a strong wind.
The black briefcase was thrown head-on, and Cheng Qing froze in place.
Lang Jun instinctively pulled Cheng Qing into his arms, turned around neatly, and protected Cheng Qing tightly.
"Boom!" The black briefcase slid past Lang Jun's shoulders and fell to the ground with a muffled sound. Cheng Qing recovered from his rigidity, looked up at Lang Jun with worried eyes, and pulled the corners of his lips coquettishly. With a smile, "Old hooligan, you are really my brother's bad luck."
"Brother calculated everything, but in the end he got the worst start."
"It's okay, we can come back." Lang Jun tightened his arms, "I'll accompany you home."
"Heh!" Cheng Qing laughed from the bottom of his heart, "Silly X, what's the use of you going back with me? Get beaten up for me?"
"Ah."
"Come on! I'm not a soft girl who can't resist fists and kicks. When I get twisted away, you can go to your uncle and elder brother and let them go home to rescue you... Let go now and hug me again. Father will definitely agree." My son exploded in public..." Cheng Qing smiled and pushed Mr. Lang, picked up the briefcase, brushed off the dust as he walked, and held it to Cheng Zhiyi with both hands, "Dad, are you here to see Uncle Han?"
"Slap!" Cheng Zhiyi didn't say a word, he rounded his arms and slapped him. Cheng Qing staggered and nearly fell, but was held up by Mr. Lang, his cheeks were burning with pain, and then his calf was hit half a foot.
Yes, half a foot.
Before Cheng Zhiyi kicked, he was dragged aside by Dean Han of the police academy, "Damn it, old Cheng, how old are you, and you still have such a powder barrel temper!"
"Lao Han, let go, I will beat this little bastard to death!" Cheng Zhiyi raised his thick black eyebrows, his dark complexion glowed red, and was so angry.
"Come on, people and children didn't do anything, why are you crazy?" Dean Han hugged Cheng Zhiyi and refused to let go, "You are fucking shameless and you have to give me some face, right? Damn it, It doesn't need to be tomorrow, but in the afternoon, those little bastards in the police academy will have to spread the glorious story of Lao Tzu's hugging Director Cheng."
"You..." Cheng Zhiyi glared at Cheng Qing and ground his teeth, and finally calmed down temporarily, "Come on, I'm not here to beat him, you let go, I'll take this little bastard home."
"The police academy hasn't officially closed yet..." Dean Han let go of his hand, but stared at Cheng Zhiyi closely, always on guard against Cheng Zhiyi's violent escape, "Besides, you finally came to see my brother once, and you can leave without drinking two cups, which is appropriate Is it?"
"Pull J8 down, it's useless, don't you know you yet? Can't I make up for you later?" Cheng Zhiyi waved his hand violently, pointing at Lang Jun who helped Cheng Qing wipe the blood from the corner of his lips, and said angrily, "You Look, it's all like this, how can I have the time to drink with you?"
"You really..." Dean Han slapped Cheng Zhiyi's hand off, "Is it okay for the child to fall in love? Let me tell you, Mr. Lang is really good."
"...Lang Jun?" Cheng Zhiyi narrowed his eyes, and finally took a serious look at Lang Jun's appearance, "Lang Yinghan, his son?"
"Well, second son." Dean Han smiled and waved at Mr. Lang, "Mr. Lang, hurry up and meet your Uncle Cheng."
"Forget it!" Cheng Zhiyi cast a sideways glance at Dean Han and roared, "Cheng Dabao, get the hell out and go home with me."
Cheng Qing rubbed the tip of his nose, glanced at Dean Han, who was smiling like a tiger, and walked to Cheng Zhiyi's side with a murmur in his heart, and got into the car with his furious father.
The low-key and luxurious suspension car rushed onto the dedicated lane and disappeared in an instant.
Thinking of Cheng Qing's pitiful appearance being rounded and flattened by his irascible father, Lang Jun pursed his thin lips, took out his cell phone with a sullen face, and searched for Han Xu's number.
"Han Xu, send me Cheng Pu's number." There was no emotion in the calm voice. If it weren't for the veins in the hand holding the phone, no one would have been able to see how violent the emotion in his heart was.
Tsk!This kid really looks like his bastard father!
Dean Han followed behind Lang Jun with a smile, and after Lang Jun hung up the phone, he said slowly: "Lang Jun, can you go have a drink with Uncle Han?"
Mr. Lang took a deep breath, and slowed down to half a step behind Dean Han: "Uncle Han, you also saw that today is really not good, another day, another day, I will buy two Tianfu sauce elbows and go to your house to accompany you to drink?"
"Tsk! Then you have to add two catties of sauced beef."
"no problem."
"Boy, let's go!" Dean Han patted Lang Jun's shoulder with a smile, turned around and left, and before leaving, he said slowly, "If you want to settle Cheng Zhiyi's gunpowder barrel, your father will have to help." Lang Ying If Han knew that his son Xihan had an affair with a man, and it was Cheng Zhiyi's son... Haha!
"..." Lang Jun stared at Dean Han's burly back, the corners of his mouth twitched, but his mood completely calmed down.
After calling Gong Shaofeng to inquire about Liu Ziqian's whereabouts, Lang Jun ran across the overpass and went home to pick up the car keys.
"Bang!" Panting, he opened the door of the house, and before he could enter, he heard a loud noise from the kitchen. Lang Jun pinched his forehead speechlessly, and rushed to the kitchen to have a look——
Well!My uncle with facial paralysis is actually making food in the kitchen, it's too horrifying!
"Uncle, aren't you?" Lang Jun stared at the bones on the ground speechlessly, slandering silently: Isn't it just a confession?As for stimulating you like this?Are you a bit self-conscious about the natural enemy in the kitchen?
Professor Jun put down the kitchen knife, turned around slowly, stared at Lang Jun and said irresistibly, "Xiao Jun, I want to eat noodles soaked in bone broth."
"..." Look at the thing I want to eat, it is really stimulated, is there any reason!Lang Jun dragged Professor Jun away politely, picked up the soup bone on the ground, threw it into the basin and washed it, replaced the kitchen knife with a machete, and chopped the bone into four neatly: "I can only boil the soup for you Come on, set the time, when the time comes, make noodles by yourself..."
"...Can you soak it well?" Lang Jun looked at Professor Jun suspiciously, "I'll help you put the noodles and seasonings into the bowl, and then you can just scoop the soup into the bowl yourself."
Professor Jun raised his eyelids and stared at Lang Jun, then silently turned and went upstairs to take a shower and change clothes.
After boiling the soup and looking for the car keys, Mr. Lang worriedly ran upstairs and knocked on the bathroom door and told him, "It's enough to soak for 5 minutes." Then he hurried downstairs.
After all, he still couldn't feel relieved, and he wanted his uncle to get married as soon as possible, so Lang Jun unscrupulously called Xue Yu and invited him to come to his house to cook for his uncle with facial paralysis.
Blue Mountain Cafe.
Lang Jun sat in the adjacent seat, ordered a cup of espresso, and waited quietly for 10 minutes.
It wasn't until the mixed-race man who drank coffee with Liu Ziqian gracefully left that he walked over and asked, "Uncle, can you help us?"
"Huh?" Liu Ziqian raised his eyebrows, expressing doubts, "Helping you?"
"Cheng Qing was brought back to City T by Uncle Cheng."
Pausing slightly, he put the half-full coffee cup back on the table, Liu Ziqian looked straight at Lang Jun: "The reason."
"Uncle Cheng bumped into me putting Cheng Qing's shoulders on his shoulders, and was so angry that he gave Cheng Qing a slap on the spot..." Lang Jun's tone paused, and it was hard to hide the worry in his eyes, "I'm afraid that Cheng Qing will be..."
"Being maimed by his father?" Liu Ziqian picked up the coffee spoon, stirred the coffee in the cup unhurriedly, and comforted him gently, "Don't worry, it won't, the skin will be bruised at most."
The bruises are enough for him to feel distressed, right?
Lang Jun struggled a little, reached out and grabbed Liu Ziqian's sleeve and shook it: "Uncle, please, help us, you must not be willing to bear Cheng Qing's share of the crime, are you?"
"Oh! Birds of a feather flock together." Liu Ziqian shook his head helplessly and laughed, "Okay, I understand, what should you do."
"Uncle..." Lang Jun showed his old face, and grabbed Liu Ziqian's sleeves, refusing to let go, only begging Liu Ziqian to be sure of what he said.
"I'm really afraid of you troublemakers..." Glancing at Gong Shaofeng, who was grinning from the corners of his mouth to his ears, Liu Ziqian took out his mobile phone and dialed, "Sister, Dabao was unfortunately caught by brother-in-law when he was communicating with his partner." I bumped into it."
"Well, it's bombed, people have been taken away, and you have to protect your treasure when they get home!"
"No matter what, you can't hurt Dabao's face."
"..." The corner of Lang Jun's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but doubt Liu Ziqian's reliability.
Seeming to see through Mr. Lang's mind, Liu Ziqian smiled and tapped the table: "I am in a special situation now, and I may not be able to return to T City. You can contact Cheng Pu."
"I talked to Cheng Pu on the phone before..." Thinking of Cheng Pu's cursing tone, but he didn't make a proper sentence in the end, Lang Jun frowned, "I'm afraid he won't help."
"You told him Dabao was going to be beaten?"
"said."
"Don't worry, Cheng Pu must have already rushed to T City..." Liu Ziqian took a sip of coffee and said firmly, "Cheng Pu is a good comrade, and he has been Dabao's solid meat shield since he was a child."
"..." Lang Jun was speechless again, trying to figure out how credible Liu Ziqian's words were.
"Heh!" Liu Ziqian laughed again, and patted the top of Lang Jun's head, "Relax, even if Cheng Pu is against you again, he will not be willing to let Dabao suffer."
"..."
It seems that I can only choose to believe and talk about comfort.
Cheng Qing explained that he had found both of them, and then...
Lang Jun sat in the driving seat, frowned and smoked half of his cigarette. Finally, he changed the route to T city to the western suburbs military compound, and he still had to go home to find his father.