The next day, the doorbell rang. Last night, he was sleeping in another house. He ran around, and Xu Shuxu was very surprised. He couldn't afford it. Seeing his brow wrinkled, Jiang Lang quickly got up and opened the door, otherwise the doorbell would disturb his little fellow again.

At the door was an elder about the same age as his mother, Jiang Lian. Ginger languor slightly Leng Leng, Leng to know who they are.

Xu's parents.

Facing the tall boy who opened the door, Xu's mother was strange, but inexplicably happy: "are you Xiaoxu's new friend?"

Jiang languo just wanted to nod his head. Xu Jixu rubbed his sleepy eyes and instinctively said, "Mom, he is my boyfriend."

The parents of the Xu family were startled. Four people were staring at each other's eyes at an open door.

Or Xu's mother broke the embarrassment: "looks like Xu Min, ha ha, my son's aesthetic is as good as his mother."

Li Wan did not speak to Li Wan. He really looks like himself

Xu Jixu, who is ill with this disease, is a flower protector for other girls. His parents are reluctant to give up. If it is to be a little angel who can protect him well, it seems to be acceptable.

No, it seems more acceptable.

The parents of the Xu family looked at each other, and Li Wan looked at Jiang Lang, who had stayed in the house with a smile, "don't let uncle and aunt enter the door?"

"Hold, I'm sorry." At the first sight of Xu Jixu's parents, Jiang Lang's whole body is inexplicably nervous, and his heart beats so fast that he usually forgets Zhou Xuan's eloquent skills.

Jiang languo also foolishly went out to meet you. Then reach out and ask them to come in first and come in again.

"Xiao Xu's boyfriend is a bit silly and cute." Li Wan gently stroked his head for fear of hurting his son.

Xu Jixu yawned slowly, "Mom, I'm sorry..."

"Still awake?" Xu Min is concerned and his words are serious.

When Xu Jixu hid the yawn hand down, he pinched himself forcefully, trying to recover his consciousness. The hand was held the second time I pinched myself.

"Don't pinch it. It hurts. Don't cry at night when you're holding on to bruises. " Ginger languidly murmured.

Xu Jixu blushed, "don't talk." Why do you want to expose him.

The conversation between the two people is very small, but it is not far away from them. How can Xu's parents not hear it.

"It seems that we can't come to see our son so soon because we want our son." Li Wan smiles.

Xu Min with his wife, unsmiling face with that called gentle mood.

"Mom, I'm awake." It's eight o'clock in the morning when Xu Jixu looks at home. Six o'clock used to be his biological clock.

"That mother gives you..." Li Wanli horse way, but seems to have ignored something, "for you and your little boyfriend to make breakfast."

"Cough, someone who is old will also eat it." Xu Min said straight after his death, a little sour. His wife forgot him.

Li Wanmei eyes curved: "good."

Xu Jixu should be said to have been sober by her parents' lovely mode of getting along with each other.

During this period, Jiang Lang has been silent. Xu Jixu thought that he was not suitable to get along with his parents and took care of his emotions. He often talked with Jiang.

Little do you know, in fact, Jiang Lang is guilty.

Compared with Xu Jixu's openness to their feelings, Jiang Lang feels that he is sorry for Xu Jixu because his mother's illness can't disturb his mother, so he chooses to hide their relationship in front of his mother.

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