If parents love their children, they will have far-reaching plans for them.

Because of Han Xiaolan's homosexuality, South Korea and Xiang Xiuli are both having trouble with their daughter's future. It's right to like women, but can they be happy in the future? Can they have children and inherit their offspring? When their daughter gets old, who will raise her?

Yes, now society can adopt children, but that is not a biological child after all.

This is what I mean by raising children to prevent old age.

As her baby's daughter grows older day by day, Xiang Xiuli, as a mother, was very anxious. Even if she was no longer by her daughter, she kept calling her to persuade her to try to get along with other boys. Maybe after a long time, she would not feel disgusted, but her daughter was treated as a warning by her daughter. Although the calm Korean character did not expect her to say it like her wife, she was also very anxious. The couple had only one daughter. If the daughter had no descendants in the future, it would be like that.

However, at this moment, seeing that the baby daughter, who has always been disgusted with men, is actually so ambiguous with a man, and not ambiguous, how could her daughter lend her underwear to a man?

In order to avoid embarrassment from several people, Xiang Xiuli quickly put away her underwear.

"Hey, come here." Han Xiaolan's face turned red and almost dripping. What's the point of seeing all this by his parents?

"Me?" Zhang Moqian stood up in confusion and followed Han Xiaolan to the other side of the aisle.

After not seeing his parents, Han Xiaolan stopped and glared at Zhang Moqian fiercely, saying, "You can find an excuse to leave!"

Zhang Moqian was immediately amazed and laughed. Why did this girl give her an order to expel her?

"Hey, have you heard it? My parents are here, it's inconvenient for you to be here." Han Xiaolan stared at Zhang Moqian with his eyes wide open. This dead guy embarrassed him in front of his parents. She really hated him to death. However, Han Xiaolan was really too beautiful, and his melon-shaped face and delicate facial features were flawless. This glare made her look cute and cute.

“What’s inconvenience?”

"It's just inconvenient, you can leave quickly."

"All right!"

Zhang Moqian smiled bitterly and touched his nose. Did he be driven out of the door by Han Xiaolan?

Han Xiaolan, who was ulterior motives, took Zhang Moqian back to the living room and said, "My mom and dad, my friend is going back in an urgent matter."

"Go back?" South Korea's Zhonghe Xiang Xiuli was stunned.

"Haha, uncle and aunt, I have something to deal with." Zhang Moqian said with a polite smile.

"Oh, it's almost time to eat." Han Xiaolan's mother stood up quickly, "Child, let's go after dinner here. I'll cook myself and let you taste the aunt's skills."

"Yes, it's time to eat immediately. Let's go back after dinner." South Korea, who had been silent, also took the initiative to invite Zhang Moqian to stay.

"My parents, he has urgent matters, so he has to deal with it quickly." Han Xiaolan said quickly, and kept winking at Zhang Moqian while his parents were not paying attention and told him to leave quickly.

"Child, your name is Zhang Moqian, right? You don't mind if I call you Moqian, do you?" Xiang Xiuli enthusiastically grabbed Zhang Moqian, and without waiting for Zhang Moqian to answer, he said, "It won't take much time for you to go back after dinner."

"Mom, everyone said he had something urgent to do." Han Xiaolan was speechless at her mother's reaction. She was too enthusiastic today, right?

"Mo Qian, is it urgent?" Xiang Xiuli looked at Zhang Mo Qian.

"... Actually, it's not too hurry." Zhang Moqian scratched his head.

"If you don't have to hurry, stay here for dinner, aunt will do it immediately." Xiang Xiuli smiled and said, "I went to Indonesia with your uncle in my twenties. When I was a child, I learned a lot of Chinese cuisine from my mother. During the years I lived in Indonesia, your uncle and my little laziness often ate Chinese cuisine. We are still not used to Indonesian cuisine."

"Mo Qian, wait a while and it will be fine soon." Xiang Xiuli said, walking towards the kitchen. Han Xiaolan stared at Zhang Moqian angrily, as if asking him why he wanted to stay.

"Little laziness, come and help me wash vegetables." Xiang Xiuli's voice came from the kitchen.

"Mom, here you come."

After glanced at Zhang Moqian indignantly, Han Xiaolan quickly walked into the kitchen. This dead guy was so shameless that he wanted to stay for dinner!

"Uncle, do you smoke?" Zhang Moqian sat down and took out Honghe, which cost six yuan a pack.

Korean nodded, took Honghe, and looked at Zhang Moqian thoughtfully. With the ambiguous relationship between this young man and his daughter, he could not have known his identity. But when this young man handed him six yuan cigarettes, he was not unnatural at all.

This kid is not simple in nature!

South Korea Zhonglitan took a sip and recalled: "Although I have been in Indonesia for most of my life, I usually smoke the Seven Wolfs of smoke from my hometown. After all, I smoked him when I learned to smoke."

"By the way, when did you and Xiaolan meet? I have never heard him talk about you." Korean Zhong smiled.

"I met by chance a few months ago." Zhang Moqian replied, but muttering in his heart, your baby daughter blocked the labor and capital in the toilet.

Since he learned about Han Xiaolan's identity, Zhang Moqian specifically checked some information in Korea. If he didn't check it, he was shocked. In the South Korea in front of him, he was a real awesome man. At the age of 23, he took his wife to Indonesia to hunt for gold. He started from an ordinary studio. With his keen sense of business and perseverance, he made a billion yuan in just seven years. Later, he changed his career, but suddenly fell. The billionaire owed 2.5 billion yuan in debt overnight. Under such circumstances, he persisted and sat back on the altar of the business world. After the ups and downs and downs, his mind became much calmer, his experience accumulated a lot, and his wealth continued to accumulate. Now, he is a top rich man with a net worth of 100 billion yuan.

Experience in Korea can be said to be an inspirational theme in the business world!

Zhang Moqian never expected that one day he would be able to chat with a business legend.

After chatting for a while, Korean middle school got up and walked to the front of the wine kitchen in a corner of the living room. Open the cabinet and took out various ingredients for making cocktails. He said, "I like to drink cocktails. Xiaolan is probably influenced by me and fell in love with cocktails. However, Xiaolan is very talented in cocktails. I have been cooking for so many years, but she is not as good as she cooks them."

"I have drunk the cocktail made by Xiaolan, and it tastes really good." Zhang Moqian nodded with a smile.

After South Korea took out various raw materials for mixing cocktails, the fragrance of dishes came from the kitchen. Han Xiaolan brought the dishes to the dining table next to the wine kitchen.

"Mo Qian, it's time to eat." Xiang Xiuli walked out of the kitchen and looked at Zhang Moqian and his daughter with a deep look. Zhang Moqian was a little cautious.

Xiang Xiuli's craftsmanship is indeed good, with all the colors and fragrances. As for the taste, although she hasn't tasted it, she must be no less than that!

"Auntie, I'll go wash my hands first." Zhang Moqian went to the bathroom. Han Xiaolan looked for an opportunity to follow. After entering the bathroom, he looked indignant on his pretty face and snorted coldly: "You are really rude. If you want you to leave, you have to stay."

"Your parents are so hospitable, I'm so disrespectful." Zhang Moqian said.

"Hmph, shameless."

"Little laziness, I remember you told me that your parents divorced when you were a child." Zhang Moqian pointed outside and said curiously: "But I think they seem very loving."

"Later, they were confused and remarried, and probably felt that the other party was the best. People are always like this, and only when they lose them can they know the preciousness." Han Xiaolan sighed and glanced at his parents in the living room. Han Xiaolan turned his face and warned: "Shamely, I warn you, don't talk nonsense at the dinner table later."

"I'm fine if I just eat and don't talk, right?" Zhang Moqian rolled his eyes. This lily girl is too busy, right?

After returning to the dining table, Xiang Xiuli had already served Zhang Moqian with rice and had a lot of vegetables into his bowl.

"Auntie, your craftsmanship is so good." Zhang Moqian gave a thumbs up. Han Xiaolan's mother's craftsmanship is comparable to that of crazy women.

"Haha, Auntie has been making it for almost thirty years. Your uncle will be in Indonesia in a few days, but I will stay here for a while and spend some time with me. If you have time, just come. Don't be polite, Auntie will make delicious food for you."

"Thank you aunt." Zhang Moqian buried his head and ate.

Han Xiaolan was so angry when he heard this. Why is his mother so nice to this shameless guy?

"Little laziness, make some cocktails to make us enjoy the appetizer." Korean Zhong ordered.

"Um."

Han Xiaolan nodded and started to make a mix. After a while, she prepared three cups of Manhattan, known as the "Queen of Cocktail W Wine". She placed one cup in front of her father, one cup in front of her mother, and one cup in front of herself, but not in front of Zhang Moqian.

"Little lazy, where is mine!" Zhang Moqian said.

"Hmph, I won't be able to mix it myself if I want to drink it." Han Xiaolan muttered, because Zhang Moqian made her embarrassed in front of her parents, especially because she was so shameless that she still stayed at her home for dinner. She wanted to get angry when she saw him, so she deliberately did not mix it with him.

"You girl..."

When Xiang Xiuli was about to teach her a lesson, Zhang Moqian stood up with a smile and said, "Uncle and Auntie, I have learned a little cocktail, I can just make it myself."

"You can adjust? Bragging!" Han Xiaolan gave Zhang Moqian a blank look, his pretty face full of disdain. He could mix cocktails with shamelessness? She didn't believe it. She had studied a lot in cocktails and knew that mixing was not a playful play. It was difficult to mix a really good cocktail without training.

"If the wine I cooked is better than what you cooked, what do you say?" Zhang Moqian raised his eyebrows.

"It tastes better than me?" Han Xiaolan stood up and looked directly at Zhang Moqian's eyes: "I don't believe it."

"Then let's take a gamble!" Zhang Moqian said provocatively.

ps: What do you want to bet?
Chapter completed!