It’s No Use Calling Me Mom

Qian Weijun's strange attitude made Wang Qingqing raise a heart, but Mrs. Qian disagreed: "Nothing, Xiaozhuang is such a well-behaved child, how could he have conflicts with Qian Wei? "

"Then why do I think Wei Jun looks at Xiao Zhuang so wrong?" Wang Qingqing was worried.

"Really?" Mrs. Qian came to the kitchen door with a kitchen knife: "Let me see."

Qian Weijun noticed the movement, looked up at Tian Qing and Mrs. Qian who were standing at the door of the kitchen, he stood up and walked while asking: "Mom, Aunt Tian, ​​do you need my help? ?"

The peek was discovered, Wang Qingqing laughed awkwardly, and Mrs. Qian handed the kitchen knife in her hand to her son: "Yes, chop the ribs!"

Qian Weijun took the kitchen knife and asked Mrs. Qian, "Mom, when are you going to return my cell phone to me?"

Mrs. Qian turned pale when she mentioned the mobile phone. There is a time difference between the United States and China. Except for the period from 3 am to 1 pm, Qian Weijun's mobile phone never stopped. There will be a phone call every two hours. It's really persistent. Madam Qian is so annoying, she just turns off the phone, and then turns it on again. Good guy, Ding Lingdang's short message alert sounded for a while before it stopped.

Will you give it back to Qian Weijun?

"Are you here to help? Cook your meals if you want to help!" Mrs. Qian didn't want to quarrel with Qian Weijun, and the mother and son would have to quarrel, even if she and Tian Qing was close, and she didn't want to discuss with her son about his relationship with the black man in front of Tian Qing.

After being stabbed by Mrs. Qian, Qian Weijun didn't say a word, and started to cook quickly. Not bad, the color of the ribs is so beautiful, it tastes good at first glance."

"Sweet and sour platter is my specialty." Qian Weijun didn't let Wang Qingqing sing a one-man show: "It's almost hot now. After a while, Aunt Tian will taste how it tastes."

"You don't have to taste it, the color and taste are delicious at first sight." Wang Qingqing blew without thinking.

"This dish was taught to me by Xiao Zhuang back then." Qian Weijun smiled slightly.

His smile made Wang Qingqing's heart burst, and he laughed twice: "Really? Xiao Zhuang is quite good at cooking."

"Well, that year he just took my father as his teacher, and he lived in our house during the summer vacation. My mother was not at home, and my father couldn't cook. The whole summer vacation was made by Xiaozhuang. Rice, his craftsmanship is very good."

Qian Weijun said with a gentle expression: "I love pork ribs, and Xiao Zhuang can make pork ribs of various flavors, especially this sweet and sour pork ribs, which tastes especially good when he makes them, I felt , Xiao Zhuang is very capable, if he is a girl, he will definitely be a good wife and mother when he grows up."

When he mentioned Xiaozhuang, Qian Weijun's expression was so gentle that Wang Qingqing's heart froze. What does this dog mean?

She turned her eyes to Mrs. Qian, and Mrs. Qian obviously felt it, and her face began to change. Seeing Wang Qingqing's gaze, she even looked away with a guilty conscience.

"Now boys are much stronger than the men of our time, and a lot of them can cook! Xiaozhuang's cousins ​​are more or less able to cook a few dishes. Take Xiao Zhuang back to her mother-in-law's house in Fu'an County, the family banquet is all handled by Xiao Zhuang's brother in the hall, and today's boys are more conscientious than girls when they are serious." Wang Qingqing laughed.

Auntie, how does it taste?"

Before Wang Qingqing could speak, he put down the public chopsticks and took his own chopsticks to give Xiao Zhuang a piece of spare ribs: "You taught me to make this dish, you try it, it tastes like I made it. How about it?"

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Qian Weijun smiled brightly like a spring flower, and sandwiched two pieces for Xiaozhuang: "Eat more."

Xiao Zhuang nodded and reached for the spoon: "I'll drink some soup first."

"I'll help you fill it." Qian Weijun reached out and held the spoon - and Xiaozhuang's hand on the spoon, Wang Qingqing swore that Qian Weijun held Xiaozhuang's hands and feet Within seconds, she could clearly see Qian Weijun's thumb moving and rubbing twice on the back of Xiao Zhuang's hand.

Xiao Zhuang's cheeks and ears were flushed, and he lowered his head and stared at the plate in front of him without daring to move. The grand soup, the Qian family's husband and wife are all dishes.

Wang Qingqing frowned, and suddenly felt that the delicious pork ribs on the plate in front of her were as unappetizing as expired food.

Can't eat. After eating, Wang Qingqing took Xiaozhuang to go home. Thinking of Qian Wei's performance during the dinner, Wang Qingqing couldn't stay at Qian's house for a moment.

Qian Weijun was a **** not long ago, and he was dying for that black American. He only returned to China for a few days, and he turned his attention to Xiaozhuang? This is clearly a big radish that sees one and loves one! Wang Qingqing sneered, such a poor guy, it is better to stay as far away from him as possible, so as not to ruin his own good children.

Wang Qingqing took Xiao Zhuang to leave, but the Qian family turned into a pot of porridge.

Qian Weijun's bright attitude, as long as they are not blind, they can see that Professor Qian and Mrs. Qian are blind? Not only are these two not blind, they are also bright-eyed.

"Wei Jun." Professor Qian said with a gloomy face: "You are an independent person, it is your own freedom to like a man or a woman, as your father, even if I am dissatisfied with this, I will I won't forcefully interfere with you, but you can't attack Xiao Zhuang anyway, you know?"

"I'm with Michael, you don't allow it, my mother also said that I can't marry Michael unless she is dead, and asked me to find a male wife and a Chinese." Qian Weijun With a cold face: "Now I finally let go of Michael and I am willing to try it with Xiao Zhuang, but you are against it. What do you want?"

"You're crazy! You're crazy!" Madam Qian began to cry again: "I don't want you to be with that black man, you're going to tease Xiao Zhuang? Are you trying to take revenge on me? Have you ever thought that Xiao Zhuang is the only son of your Aunt Tian? Your Aunt Tian lost her husband at an early age, so you pointed to Xiao Zhuang to inherit the lineage. If Xiao Zhuang is led astray by you, how can you ask me to see you Aunt Tian in the future?"

"If you can't, then return my documents to me." Qian Weijun covered his face, looking extremely painful: "I am gay, the choice of this sexual orientation is not controlled by my subjective consciousness, you think I am Isn't it painful? Haven't I struggled in my heart?"

"Taking medicine, cutting my wrists, I have tried them all, but I really can't change it." Qian Weijun put down his hands, his heart full of ashes: "You still let me go back to the United States, There's Michael there, there's free air, no one who knows me yet, I won't be pointed at, and you won't be criticized, so it's good for everyone, isn't it?"

It’s okay that he didn’t mention Michael. He mentioned that Mrs. Qian seemed to smell the strong body odor again on the tip of her nose. After thinking about it, if you have a good impression of Xiao Zhuang, you can go after him, as long as Xiao Zhuang can accept you, I will not stop you."

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Professor Qian stared at Madam Qian with a livid face: "Xiao Zhuang is my disciple, if he is with Wei Jun, what do you want others to think of me? Maybe there are people who think I came forward to persecute him!"

"Who would know? It's too late to hide it, is it still spreading all over the world?" Madam Qian burst into tears: "You don't agree, do you really want to let this **** go? Can't you go back to America and marry that Michael?"

"Weijun!" Professor Qian said bitterly: "It doesn't have to be Xiaozhuang, you will be interested in Xiaozhuang, maybe you will also be interested in other people, or you go out for a walk , try to get in touch with a few more people?"

"Dad, do you really think I'm such a promiscuous person? As soon as I was in high school, I knew my sexual orientation was abnormal. At that time, I had a desire for Xiao Zhuang."

Qian Weijun smiled bitterly: "I struggled desperately to suppress myself, but after so many years, Michael and Xiaozhuang came into my heart, they are the only two people I can accept, anyway Either Michael or Xiao Zhuang, you really can't accept it, and it's not impossible for me to be single all my life, you can see for yourself."

"You bastard! I would rather you be single for life!" How else can Professor Qian choose? He beat the table in anger, stood up and walked away.

Single forever? My son is an only child, what should I do when I grow old alone? If you find a male and daughter-in-law, the two can support each other to live.

Mrs. Qian is getting older, and she can better understand the meaning of "Old Companion", thinking of herself and Professor Qian a hundred years later, her white-haired son is alone in an empty room , Mrs. Qian's heart will be broken.

Mrs. Qian burst into tears: "Son, don't listen to your father, it's better to find a male daughter-in-law than to be single for a lifetime."

"Mom, thank you for understanding me." Qian Weijun came over and knelt beside Mrs. Qian and put his head on her knee: "It's too hard to live a lifetime, if it wasn't for you and me Dad, a lot of times I just want to die."

My son's words brought Mrs. Qian to tears, and his son's unusual sexual orientation has put him under pressure. If there is no confidant to accompany him, how sad he will be in the future ?

Mrs. Qian knew that she was sorry for Tian Qing by nodding her head, but her love for her son had made her worry about it.

Wang Qingqing finally breathed a sigh of relief after leaving Qian's house with Xiao Zhuang, she glanced at Xiao Zhuang who was worried beside her, and asked in a relaxed tone, "Xiao Zhuang, when will your partner return to China? "

"I'm back." Xiao Zhuang grinned, still looking not in a good mood.

Qian Weijun is a bastard, he must have frightened Xiao Zhuang.

"Really? When did she come back? Look at your child, why didn't you tell me? You ask her when she is free, let's have a meal, or let my mother see you See her." Tian Qing's attitude was very positive: "How about booking a private room in Yuehai Building? Do I have to get my hair done first?"