At that moment, Chen Lucai had just come out of the bedroom rubbing his forehead, walking unsteadily, still feeling a bit hungover.

Luckily, he ran away early last night. Not only could he not outdrink his sister, but he also couldn't outdrink his daughter...

I almost embarrassed myself.

Just like those video bloggers who constantly exclaim "Damn, bro!", some people are just born with a high tolerance for alcohol; you can't argue with that.

He sauntered to the dining table like a zombie and sat down. As always, Liang Zhirou had left him breakfast, duck blood vermicelli soup with not much duck blood—because he liked this but didn't really like duck blood, so this method had become a specialty of his family.

There was also a thermos cup next to it.

He opened it and saw that, just as he had expected, it contained about half a cup of warm honey water.

Chen Lu's lips curled up almost imperceptibly, and Liang Zhirou felt a little like she wanted to spoil him into being a good-for-nothing.

Liang Zhirou had quite a few of these little habits that he easily overlooked after a while, and she didn't know how this silly guy had managed to stick to them for so many years...

While eating and looking at my phone, I suddenly came across a post on Mo Shu's WeChat Moments. In the video, he was skiing on a very steep slope, and there was a beautiful woman in the picture smiling and making a peace sign.

Although she was dressed very warmly, wearing a hat and ski goggles, it was still easy to tell at a glance that this was his daughter, Mo Yuqing.

Chen Lu couldn't help but comment below: "You two are over a hundred years old combined, and you're still doing such thrilling things?"

Uncle Mo replied quickly, his tone remaining gentle: [Haha, it's actually quite fun. Thumbs up.jpg]

Mo Yuqing was different: [Get lost! I'm only eighteen this year.]

Chen Lu put down his phone and grinned. He could only say that this thing ultimately has little to do with age; it's purely about mindset. Some people are in their seventies or eighties and still play games as content creators, while others are young...

He looked up at his daughter, Chen Muxue, who was wearing a light blue cardigan pajama set printed with white puppies. She was lying on the sofa with her face turned to the side, one arm and one leg hanging limply down.

The TV is showing a period drama, "Mr. Bean".

Although it's not nice to say it like this, Chen Lu always felt that Chen Muxue was like a corpse...

What a waste of Liang Zhirou's good looks on this girl.

He glanced at it twice and then looked away, just as he heard Chen Muxue say in a deliberately coquettish voice, "Dad~ I want to eat watermelon."

"Cut it yourself."

For some reason, after the college entrance exam, he found himself increasingly annoyed by these two little third wheels.

Chen Lu thought Chen Muxue would go on her own after hearing this, but to his surprise, she simply refused to eat.

After thinking it over, he realized that lying there like a corpse every day wasn't sustainable, so he slowly sat down next to his daughter and finally uttered what most parents say during this period:

"How about you get a driver's license?"

Chen Muxue pondered for a moment, then slowly shook her head, "No, it's too much trouble."

"I'll buy you a car; you can choose any one you like on the market."

Chen Lu continued to tempt him, "Look how great it is to know how to drive! You can go wherever you want, and you'll never have to shiver in the rain while hoping for a ride-hailing driver to arrive."

He deliberately ignored the fact that parking spaces were hard to find.

When Chen Guanglin tricked him into learning to drive, he didn't mention this. It wasn't until he actually started driving that he realized that sometimes the time it took to find a parking space was equivalent to taking a taxi back and forth.

If you're unlucky enough to get another ticket on your phone, you'd feel like dying.

"Wouldn't it be better if Dad came to pick me up?"

Chen Muxue sat up from the sofa, squeezed closer to him, and blinked her bright and lovely eyes.

"It's not impossible."

After finishing his sentence, Chen Lu put on a somewhat troubled expression and glanced at his daughter, "But Daddy is sometimes very busy, what should we do..."

“Let my brother learn it,” Chen Muxue replied without hesitation. “He can take over the job of picking me up and dropping me off from now on.”

"Good idea."

The father and daughter worked together seamlessly, quickly arranging everything for Chen Yunqi. After a while, he asked again, "I forgot to ask you, how did your score estimate go?"

"I think I performed a little better than usual." Chen Muxue pondered for a moment, "Dad, if I get into Tsinghua or Peking University but don't go, will you beat me to death?"

"No," Chen Lu said seriously, getting up to go to the kitchen to help his daughter cut a watermelon.

Watching Chen Lu walk towards the kitchen, Chen Muxue slowly lowered her eyes and sighed with some disappointment.

Chen Lu quickly returned with a plate of watermelon and suddenly said, "Is there anywhere you want to go? Why don't you go on a trip?"

Chen Muxue pouted, suddenly realizing that her father had given up on acting altogether and was only thinking about spending time alone with her mother.

She slowly counted three fingers and said to Chen Lu, "Six, seven, eight... You're not even willing to wait three months. My brother and I really were an accident, right?"

"Actually, that's true."

"Dad, I have enough data. Tell me in detail."

Chen Lu was very upset, thinking that he couldn't tell the truth, otherwise it would damage his image as a wise and dignified father.

Just as they were thinking about how to get out of this, the door was suddenly pushed open gently, and Chen Yunqi walked over, holding Jiang Nan's hand, and stood in front of them with a beaming expression.

"Godfather..." Jiang Nan's voice was so low it was almost muffled, and he lowered his head, too embarrassed to speak.

Chen Lu never expected that the girl who was usually so aloof and unapproachable to the boys her age would now be as obedient as a little wife.

Fortunately, he had years of experience with facial paralysis, and he managed to swallow back the words "Well done, son!" that were on his mind.

Chen Muxue had been even more expressionless than him since childhood, so her expression was also very calm at this moment.

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