“Dad.”

He pulled his suitcase closer and shouted.

The handsome middle-age man stood still, and the fashionable woman also stood still, looked at the face of the blue sky, and looked at the handsome middle-age, and went directly.

“Son?”

The handsome middle-of-the-road middle-age man was somewhat surprised, and looked up and down and round around Yan Qing, surprised and incomparably said: "Oh, most of the year is not seen, actually become handsome?"Even my dad could barely recognize him.”

"It's thanks to your father's genes."The rabble laughs.

“Yes, but how do you get nice?”

At this time, the father took the suitcase with some curiosity, and the son's change was really too big, so big that he almost could not recognize it.

“Exercise every day.”The sky said casually.

“Exercise every day?”

Yan father was a little surprised, and then puzzled: "I basically exercise every day, how not to become handsome, is the wrong way?"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

“Dad, how do you dress so formally?”“The guests at home?”Yan Qingyong did not want to take up the topic, and found that his father had been taught by his mother.

A big man, thinking all day long how to be handsome, what is this?

"People want to dress neatly, hold their heads high, and look to have a spirit."You look at them, one by one, the back of the shrunk head, the mobile phone to walk, wearing a suit without buttons, there is a big string of keys hanging on the head of the pants, like what?There is no mental look...”

A moment later, we arrived at the underground parking lot.

“Change of a new car?The car is fine.”

When Yan Qing-hang saw his father open the door of a new car, he was surprised and looked at him: “The car has been driving for several years, as if it were five or six years, right?”I need to change the car.”

"Your mother said the car was too old, so I'm sorry to drive out again, so I changed one."The father shrugged and sat in the cab.

He sat down in the co-pilot’s seat.

“Why did you suddenly come back?”Yan father while driving and asked, "Is there any problem in the work?"Work, is to work a job, take it seriously, there is no need to change your life.My mother and I are still young, I am not so fast to retire, the house does not need to worry about you.Besides, you and my mother have saved a little savings over the years, and the house can afford to buy...”

“Dad, I want more, I’ll come back and see you.”

The rabble laughed.

“The shit!”

Father Yan said, “The most important thing for you now is to find a girlfriend.”When I was as old as you, you were almost a year old.”

The sky shrugged.

“Strange, you’re so cute, why don’t you have a girlfriend?”Father Yan was a little puzzled, glanced at Yan Qingyue, his eyebrows were slightly scratched, and he hesitated: “Son, you will not... don’t like women?”

“Dad, what do you say?”

He paused for a moment and said, “For the time being, I didn’t meet the heart.”

“That’s it.”

The father was relieved and was afraid that his son did not like women.

Moreover, he has never heard that his son has had a girlfriend, middle school, high school, college, and worked for two years.

This seems to him very much not to be.

After all, the son is really handsome, and now he is even more handsome to kill countless male stars...

Why don’t girls like it?

"Dad, I've been resigning for a few months."He paused, intending to say something to his parents.

Some things need not be hidden.

Concealment will make parents worry, and even lead to unnecessary trouble.

The father paused for a moment and asked, “Isn’t the job happy?”Contradictions with colleagues?The boss is under pressure.”

"No, I'm going to resign."The rabble laughs.

“Relax and look for a job.”Father Yan did not say anything more, then his eyebrows crumpled, thinking that his son suddenly came home, he couldn't help but ask: "Isn't it really a problem?"

“Dad, have you ever seen a god go to work?”The bungalow.

“God’s going to work?What do you mean?But is it not the same thing that the gods have to work for God?Do you think Satan is easy?”

I don’t know what my son wants to say.

"Dad, I mean, in fact, your son is a fairy, the kind of fairy in the legend."Yan Qinghang laughed, “So, what kind of work does the gods do?”Is it too much to pay?God is not a gamer.”

“You are God’s father.”

Yan father rolled his eyes, then the whole person froze, almost hit the lamppost on the side of the road, looked at the son in the back seat through the rearview mirror, shocked and asked: "Son, how do you sit in the back?"

“Dad, hold on, and drive carefully.”

Yan Qinghang hurriedly, then disappeared from the back seat and appeared in the co-pilot's office, "They all said, your son is a fairy, is this letter?"

With him, nothing happens to the car, he can control it.

That’s why he said in the car.

At this time, the father's heart was shocked, and he couldn't believe it, how did the son suddenly become a fairy?

But how did the son suddenly sit in the back seat and then suddenly appear in the co-pilot?

If not Satan, what is it?

“What a god?”

A moment later, Father Yan returned to God and asked, “Son, how did you become a fairy?”Is there a God in this world?It's impossible, isn't it?"

“That’s right.”

Yan Qinghe nodded, then added: "If not, it is similar to the gods."

“Since you are a fairy, then a gold brick?”The Father's Word.

“...”

Yan Qingkong paused for a moment and said, “Dad, even if it is a fairy, it is not possible to turn gold at will.”

“Oh, that’s it.”

The father was a little surprised, and continued, “Doesn’t that mean that the gods can do anything?”In folklore, is it not often that there are gods who turn into gold?You can't even change gold, what kind of god?What other ability do you have?“Will it fly?”

"Well, I'm not really a real god."

He said, “Fly?”Yes, you can turn it into a person, a fist blows out, you can bomb off a mountain...”

“Really?Or is it blowing?”

Father Yan did not believe it, then the phone sounded, the ear wearing Bluetooth headphones, after the answer said: "Dear, son received, about ten minutes to arrive."However, the son said that he was a god, he could fly, he could change.”

"Your mother said 'bully,' and let's go."

After the father hung up the phone, his eyes glancing at his son again, he hesitated and said seriously: "Son, are you joking or serious?"

“Dad, do you think I’m joking or serious?”The bungalow.

At this time, the father was silent and driving quietly.

“Actually, I came back to tell you...”

The sky sighed.

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