Huo Shao's little goblin has a soft waist and a sweet heart, and is spoiled

"What?" The landlady's mouth opened slightly in shock, and there were even tears in her eyes: "He has a son?"

Seeing her expression, Duan Dian fantasized in his heart: Could it be his father's suitor?

When I was young, my father was admired by everyone around me because of his identity as a photographer, and my mother was also attracted by his devotion to photography.

Although I don’t know why such excellent genes were not passed on to Duan Dian?

But over the years he has also gotten used to mediocrity.

"Ma'am? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." The proprietress turned around suddenly and turned her back to Duan Dian, her voice sounded a bit nasal: "No, here's the key, stay here tonight, get out tomorrow."

The boy didn't know why she was angry?

I think these should be related to my father.

As for the reason?I'm afraid only the proprietress knows.

After nightfall, Duan Dian could not fall asleep again and again. When he was in the wild, he could fall asleep just lying on a piece of bad ground.

Now lying on a clean and comfortable wooden bed, but no sleepiness.

He was thinking all over his mind, why did the proprietress react this way when she heard that her father had a son?
Could it be that father has something to do with her?
It shouldn't be, except for photography, the only thing in my father's mind is mother.

No, since you have come to the snow mountain, you must ask clearly.

The boy stood up, put on his shoes, and the moment he opened the door, he screamed.

"Ah!!!!!!" Duan Dian was so frightened that his legs went limp, and he leaned against the wall: "Boss, lady boss, what are you doing standing at my door without sleeping in the middle of the night?"

"Let's talk."

"Uh..." Duan Dian patted his chest and regained his strength: "Talking in my room?"

In fact, he had no other intentions, but politely asked for her opinion.

Unexpectedly, this sentence offended her, and a crisp sound of 'pop' echoed in the corridor. Duan Dian covered his red and swollen side of his face, his eyes widening innocently.

"Why hit me?"

"You're still young, and you're still imitating other people's hooligan ways. Come to the lobby." The landlady put her hands on her hips, and her aura was no different from that of a landlady.

Duan Dian was a little timid, and silently followed behind the proprietress, walking carefully.

"Want to drink?" The proprietress opened a bottle of sweet rice wine for herself, which smelled quite sweet.

Duan Dian swallowed his saliva. He hadn't had a drink for a long time. Since the landlady entertained him so warmly, he was welcome.

The boy took a glass from the table by himself, but the proprietress took a look at him and refilled it for him anyway.

"If you don't have a good capacity for alcohol, don't drink too much."

"It's okay, it's okay, you can't get drunk with this wine."

"Hmph, your father once said that too."

"..." Duan Dian silently put down his wine glass, his eyes subconsciously fell on the face of the proprietress.

She seemed to have a gloomy look, perhaps because she had removed her make-up, and she looked a little haggard, and she always felt that she was not happy.

"Do you know the relationship between your father and me?" The proprietress tilted her head and looked at him sternly.

Duan Dian didn't dare to talk about his elders, he could only shake his head to express that he didn't know.

"Hmph, stupid."

"If you are willing to say something, I am willing to listen." Even if the proprietress insulted Duan Dian several times, he was not angry at all.

"Lover, can't you see this? He loves me so much."

Duan Dian frowned slightly, his eyes were full of doubts, why did she say that?

"Why, don't you believe it?"

"Look, he took these photos for me." The proprietress took out a large stack of photo albums from behind. It could be seen that this photo album had been flipped through many times, and there were traces of friction on the surface.

"You're a photographer, so you can tell at a glance that each of these photos is his love for me."

Based on what the boss lady said, Duan Dian became very curious about these photos.

What kind of photo made her misunderstand so deeply?

When Duan Dian flipped through the photo album, he discovered that they were all wonders and scenery captured by his father traveling across mountains and ridges. The scenery and lighting were both top-notch.

Once upon a time, my father was also a famous photographer in that era.

But Duan Dian flipped through the album from beginning to end, but couldn't find any love that the proprietress talked about?

"It's something my father left behind to—"

"I can't." The proprietress thought that she knew what she was going to say next, and rejected him very firmly.

"It's mine now and I'm not going to give it to anyone."

"You said my father liked you?"

"Yes." The proprietress took a sip of sweet rice wine and poured another glass herself: "Don't you think it's natural for him to like me?"

The proprietress winked at him confidently, and sneered, "Smelly kid."

"Then you might as well tell your story."

The proprietress stopped drinking suddenly, and her vision changed from clear to cloudy. This sentence seemed to remind her of something bad, and she was so angry that she smashed the wine glass towards the floor.

"He said he would marry me!"

"I said that I will only love me in this life!"

"Now, he died, and a son suddenly appeared?"

"You tell me what love is?"

"I've been waiting for him for more than ten years. He said that he went to the snow mountain to take pictures of the sunset and golden mountains. As long as he takes pictures, he will come back, and then he will marry me and have a child with me."

"He didn't come back."

"Duan Yuheng didn't come back!"

"Why would you lie to my feelings?"

"Because I'm stupid, I'm naive, am I easy to lie?"

The boss's wife's words became more and more violent. Duan Dian wanted to avoid her sight and drink to block his sight. However, she didn't know that she took his wine directly and threw it on the floor.

"You are the son of a liar, get out of here!"

"Hey, lady boss, didn't you let me go tomorrow?" Duan Dian didn't know why, he just came out to chat, but was forced to pack his luggage and leave the hotel.

In the small town in the middle of the night, apart from the light moonlight and gray clouds, there is not even a street lamp.

Fortunately, there was a wooden chair outside the hotel where people could rest. Duan Dian felt that he couldn't sleep in the room anyway, as he probably hadn't gotten used to it yet.

He simply lay flat on the wooden chair, with his hands behind his head, looking at the shining stars outside the eaves.

"Dad, I didn't know that you still owe these romantic debts."

"So, was it because of her that you didn't go home back then?"

"If that's the case, you're really not a man."

"How can you get entangled between two women?"

"You married your mother, but you made a promise with another woman, how can this be?"

"Look, people just can't mess around. God is watching."

The boy slept on a wooden chair under the eaves all night, and the next day he was woken up by a ladle of water while he was still dreaming.

What followed was the sound of the boss's wife cursing.

"Why are you still here? Didn't everyone tell you to go away?"

"You're really shameless."

“You don’t have any money, and you still have nowhere to go?”