Love and warm marriage: BOSS is addicted

Chapter 209 The Young Master Comes Home (2)

"The young master is back." Zhao Zhengyi, who was specially called back, had already received the information from the guard at the moment his young master entered the garage, and then reported it to the owner and wife without stopping.

Master Zhao nodded, "Let's have dinner then."

And Mrs. Zhao, who has always been gentle, of course didn't say much, she just followed behind her husband, got up from the sofa and walked towards the dining room.

"Dad, Mom." When the two elders of the Zhao family arrived at the dining room, Zhao Ziliu was already standing upright by the table, and when he saw his parents arrived, he turned around and shouted.

Zhao Qiguang, the current head of the Zhao family snorted coldly, pulled out his chair and sat down, and then Mrs. Zhao who came later pulled her son and said, "You've suffered outside, I don't know if you come back and have a look." We are two old people."

Zhao Ziliu bowed his head, "It's my son who is unfilial."

Others saw it as a scene of motherly kindness and filial piety, but only a certain young master himself knew that these were just for a certain man sitting in the first place to see.

"Come on, sit down quickly, today Wang Ma made your favorite baked shrimp with cheese." Mrs. Zhao pulled Zhao Ziliu to sit down together, her face was full of smiles.

For a meal, nothing but quiet is quiet. The Zhao family has been particular about not eating or sleeping since the old man's generation. Even though the old man has passed away, this habit is still preserved.

Compared with Mr. Zhao's military-like dining style, Mrs. Zhao has brought her elegance to the fullest. It is estimated that after seeing the Zhao family's dining, Xiao Qingyan can understand where Zhao Ziliu's table manners come from.

Zhao Qiguang was the first to finish eating. After putting down the bowl and chopsticks, he glanced at his son, then got up and said, "Come to my study after dinner."

There is no need to name names, Zhao Ziliu also knew that he was talking about, and put down the bowl and chopsticks after a little nod, "Got it."

After Zhao Qiguang went upstairs, a certain young master was no longer in the mood to eat, so he got up and prepared to go to the study to report.

"Zi Liu." Mrs. Zhao stopped eating the moment he got up, and looked up at her son who had grown into a man at some point, "You haven't finished eating yet."

"I'm full." Zhao Ziliu's words no longer had the gentleness before, and after answering blankly, he followed his father's footsteps up the stairs.

If there is anything in the Zhao family worthy of my nostalgia, it is probably only a happy time in the army with my grandfather when I was young.

As soon as he returns home, he will be forced to learn this and that, and his words and deeds are completely trained according to the heirs of the Zhao family, and the so-called mother is only gentle in front of others; his father is busy with political affairs and rarely goes home.

The entire Zhao family up and down, everyone respects him very much, but they never give him any warmth that should be the most.

The footsteps have already reached the second floor, and Zhao Ziliu's memories are over here. He reached out and knocked on the half-closed study door. He was not in a hurry to go in, but waited for the people inside to respond before gently pushing it open. I don't know how long I haven't touched the crimson.

"Dad, are you looking for me?" A certain young master's expression was serious and serious at the moment, and he didn't look like he was smiling in front of anyone at all.

"Sit." Zhao Qiguang looked at his only son, and sighed slightly. His father had only given birth to him in half his life as a soldier, and when he was young, he was obsessed with government affairs and only gave birth to his only son.

(End of this chapter)