To hit or not to hit, that was the question.
Mo Henian looked at the rolling pin in his hand and frowned. He didn't want to think that he was being soft-hearted. Now, he found a reason. He felt that the rolling pin he bought was not good!
It was all because the one he bought was too thick. If he swung it down, he didn't know what would happen to the person who was hit.
If it was some other branch or whip that could be broken, he should be able to do it!
For a moment, they were in a deadlock. Yang Yi's back was facing Mo Henian, and Mo Henian didn't move or say anything. The atmosphere was awkward and tense.
Yang Yi's heart was in a mess. He didn't know what his father-in-law meant.
Was he going to punish him by kneeling?
If this could really appease the old man, Yang Yi was willing to kneel — he had listened to his father's request to kneel as punishment. His father-in-law was also a father in another sense. How could he favor one and discriminate against the other?
After some time, Mo Henian frowned. With his hands behind his back and the rolling pin still in his hand, he slowly walked to the front of Yang Yi. However, his eyes were moving all over Yang Yi's body.
If Mo Henian wasn't Murphy's father, he would have been beaten by Yang Yi for looking at him like this … How could a man stare at another man's naked muscles like this?
Finally, when Yang Yi felt a little uncomfortable, Mo Henian opened his mouth and said suspiciously, "The newspaper said that you are a novelist and a songwriter?"
He started to ask questions. He was willing to communicate! Was there a turning point?
Yang Yi quickly replied, "Yes."
However, Mo Henian sneered again. His tone was exactly the same as when he was unhappy with Yang Yi. He said, "Is there a writer like you? With scars all over your body, I think you are from a gang! "
He even used a Taiwanese accent. Old Mo's Taiwanese accent was even stronger than Murphy's. After all, Murphy had been neutralized by the language system in Hong Kong and the mainland.
Yang Yi understood what he meant. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. The scars on his body from his time as a soldier had actually caused the old man to misunderstand …
Objectively speaking, there weren't many scars on Yang Yi's body, and they weren't that shocking.
Basically, it was just a small scar. In the past, when he was fighting in the jungle, it was inevitable that he would encounter close combat. Yang Yi's skills were good, so even if he was injured in a fight, it would not be too serious. Basically, it would be some cuts from a knife, or he would be stabbed or cut by some shrubs or broken branches during a fight.
It was not that there were no bullet wounds, but those were on the arms. Moreover, the bullet penetrated the muscles. The wound was not big, and after it healed, it was difficult to see because it was usually covered by clothes.
Moreover, Yang Yi only had this one gunshot wound. After all, he was also a human, not a god on TV. If he really was shot many times, even if he was lucky enough to survive every time, his body would be riddled with holes. It was impossible for him to continue serving in a special forces unit like Zhan Lang, which had a high intensity of combat.
Those scars were because when he was a soldier, he didn't care about these things at all. To stop the bleeding, he just needed to bandage it casually. As for any ointment that could remove scars, they didn't exist.
How could a real man not have any scars on his body?
However, these scars, in Mo Henian's eyes, were very similar to the gangsters he saw on the streets of Baobei when he was young. Moreover, Yang Yi was big and burly, so he fit the role of a thug.
Yang Yi could only patiently explain to the old man, "Uncle, I used to be a soldier."
A soldier? Mo Henian suddenly understood, and for some reason, he heaved a sigh of relief. At this moment, the scars on Yang Yi's body were much more pleasing to the eye.
However, he still said unhappily, "Hmph, a soldier? I used to serve in the military when I was in Baobei. What's so strange about that? There are no wars these days. You little soldiers don't even know if you can hold a gun. Who are you trying to fool with scars all over your body? "
Mo Henian was probably talking about when he was young, before Baobei returned.
However, Yang Yi was a little unhappy with the old man's words. Moreover, he also wanted to find an excuse to get up. It was uncomfortable to kneel on the ground!
Therefore, when he saw Yang Yi suddenly jump up from the ground, Mo Henian was shocked. However, he respectfully put his legs together and saluted. He shouted, "Yang Yi from China's XXXX Country, formerly under the Southwest Military Region's Battle Wolf Special Forces. Greetings to the leader!"
Mo Henian wasn't used to Yang Yi's solemn salute. He was stunned for a moment before he asked in embarrassment, "What are you doing? Who's your leader? "
"You're my leader? You used to be a soldier too. We have the same experience. Moreover, you're my elder. Although we're not on the same level, it's not wrong to call you leader! "Yang Yi was secretly happy. He put his legs together again and shouted with his head held high." Hello, leader! "
Mo Henian was really confused by Yang Yi's shouting. He didn't know where to start scolding Yang Yi.
After a while, he waved his hand and said in annoyance, "Alright, alright. Don't stand there and salute. We don't do that! "
"Yes!" Yang Yi put his legs together again and replied loudly.
His voice was loud and clear, causing the whole study to buzz. Mo Henian couldn't take it anymore.
However, Mo Henian probably didn't realize it himself. He heard that Yang Yi used to be a soldier. Moreover, from his self-introduction, he used to be a soldier in the special forces. In addition, he heard from Murphy that it was Yang Yi who saved her that she did that. Mo Henian's impression of Yang Yi had changed quite a bit.
However, Mo Henian still couldn't accept Yang Yi. This pent-up anger of more than five years wouldn't dissipate so easily.
At this moment, the commotion in the study made Murphy worried. Yang Yi was shouting and yelling. Could it be that the two of them were fighting? Murphy couldn't sit still. She got up and pushed open the door to the study, wanting to stop the fight.
However, the atmosphere in the study was unusually harmonious. Mo Henian sat at the side with no expression. Yang Yi didn't say anything either. It felt like a movie.
However, Murphy was dumbfounded. She saw that Yang Yi was shirtless. This looked very strange.
Yang Yi turned his head and saw Murphy. He suddenly thought of something and hurriedly said, "Murphy, quickly boil a pot of water. I want to make tea for Uncle. Uncle, I have a pack of top-grade Frozen Top Oolong here. A friend gave it to me. I heard from Murphy that you like it the most … "
However, Mo Henian waved his hand and said impatiently, "I don't drink it. I don't like it!"
"Feifei, does he usually order you around like this?" Mo Henian glared at his daughter.
Murphy was stunned. She felt the change in her father's attitude. Although it was still stiff, it wasn't like before. It seemed like there was more room for negotiation.
Yang Yi understood. He smiled and said, "I didn't think it through. I'll go boil the water. Uncle, please wait a moment!"
"Wait, put on your clothes properly!" Murphy hurriedly stopped him. She took Yang Yi's shirt and helped Yang Yi fix his clothes.
When Mo Henian saw this, he felt extremely displeased. He couldn't help but snort again.
Yang Yi went out to boil the water. In the process, Mo Xiaojuan ran over and gossiped about whether he was beaten up. After knowing that he wasn't, this girl actually showed a regretful expression …
However, it was already very late. After Mo Xiaojuan finished her meal, she hurriedly said goodbye to Murphy and rushed back.
At this time, Xi Xi also came into the kitchen.
Yang Yi thought that Xi Xi wanted her father to play with her. He picked her up and said softly, "Sorry, Dad can't accompany you today because your grandfather is here."
"Papa, let me tell you a secret!" The little girl pouted and said unhappily in her father's arms.
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