He was reborn by my scumbag villain

Chapter 198 I Don't Eat

The flight of Yuan's parents arrived in the afternoon. Yuan Yuan spent the whole morning to submit the design draft, and in the afternoon, he was ready to welcome his biological parents with a dejected face.

The return of the Lu family's parents was a big event, and the three sisters of the Yuan family were all present at the airport.

Yuan Yuan pulled Yuan Ruan to look left and right, then pinched her rosy cheeks: "Did Qin Xieyi take good care of you?"

He glanced behind Yuan Ruan, only saw Li Tong standing beside the car, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Qin Xieyi didn't come?"

Yuan Ruan remembered later, but she didn't say anything.

Although the Yuan family is not as good as the Qin family now.

Although he and Qin Xie's collar certificates are quite bald.

She picked her face and looked at Yuan Yuan innocently.

Yuan Yuan: ...

Yuan Yan was wearing a white suit, standing upright, her exaggerated sunglasses directly covered most of her face, but it didn't hinder her power at all.

Glancing at his younger siblings from the corner of his eyes, the two of them stood up straight.

Yuan's parents are a very kind couple, Yuan's father is a little fat and festive, and Yuan's mother has a gentle and delicate face of a little woman.

Not a single trace of age can be seen.

She came out holding her husband's hand, and saw the third sibling waiting at the door from afar, and immediately abandoned her husband who was dragging the suitcase slowly, trotted over, and gave each of her children a hug.

Yuan Ruan, who got a hug in the end, also got a sweet kiss from her mother.

Mother Yuan looked at her little daughter, her eyes filled with relief: "My younger sister has also grown up and is married."

As he spoke, he showed a melancholy look: "My brother hasn't found a wife yet."

Yuan Yuan who flew over to Hengguo:? ? ?

She didn't give her son time to defend his grievances, and looked at her eldest daughter lovingly: "Sister, you have worked hard this time."

Yuan's father came up slowly, pushed the salute to his son, nodded to Yuan concubine, then looked at Yuan Ruan with a cold face, and snorted coldly from his nose: "It's getting bolder and bolder to make claims."

Yuan Ruan suddenly shrank into a quail.

The reception banquet was scheduled at home, Yuan's father cooked the kitchen himself, Yuan Yuan was on the sidelines, and within 10 minutes, he was kicked out and replaced by Yuan Yu to work in the kitchen.

The useless Yuan Yuan and Li Tong sat together in the living room, staring at their sunglasses, speechless.

Yuan Ruan was terrified all the way, although no one pointed at her and called you a counterfeit after coming here for more than a month, but can the biological father and the biological mother be the same?

But the two were not surprised at all. Yuan's mother also flipped through the new works on Yuan Ruan's desk, and then gave her daughter a kiss, praising her "my sister is awesome!"

Aunt Zhang didn't have to do anything tonight, so she just joined in with his wife to praise others, basically saying that Yuan Ruan was sensible and obedient and didn't get in touch with messy people, even if he got married and moved out of the house, there would be fewer people.

Mother Yuan touched Yuan Ruan's face with a smile: "I'm married, it's good. Qin Xieyi is a good boy."

Being praised inexplicably and suddenly shy, Yuan Ruan, who was confused, was scolded bloody by Yuan's father at the dinner table.

"I'll see if you dare to do it next time." Yuan's father concluded, and took the lead in picking up a piece of chicken wing for his little daughter, "There will be no peace for a moment."

Mama Yuan also picked up her chopsticks to greet the others to eat. A baby made up a piece of chicken wing, and pinched Papa Yuan's hand holding the chicken wing: "People who lose their temper don't have chicken wings to eat."

Father Yuan: ...

With a stinky face, he retracted his chopsticks: "You are used to it, and you are getting bolder."

Then he quickly put the chicken wing plate in front of him, holding the last stubbornness: "I don't eat it, I cook it, I smell it!"

(End of this chapter)