"What's all the noise about outside? Where is the etiquette? "Mr. Sam came out, his face was straight and his hands were behind his body. The voice liking a bell blocked John's steps to leave.
John turned around and looked at his father with a complicated look, "Dad."
He wanted to ask his father if he knew what his mother had prepared for today, but he was afraid of the answer.
In fact, was there anything he did not know about as the eldest parent in this family?
So as a matter of fact, even his father didn't support his own decision?
John thought complicatedly and took a deep breath, took the gifts from Vivian's hand and put them at the door, "Dad, Vivian comes here for the first time. These are the gifts she prepared for you and mom. Since it is inconvenient that there is a guest at home, Vivian and I have something to do and will leave first."
"John, what are you doing? Don't forget what you come back for today. You just want her to be criticized from behind for the sad ending that you fall out with your family and she is the culprit?" Mr. Sam said the words directly to the point in cold voice.
He didn't mind falling out with his family, but he had to think about something for her.
He didn't want her to have a bad reputation in the future, and he didn't want her to be wronged because of him.
Just now, John looked at Vivian. "What do you say?"
Vivian looked around, Haylee was crying, and her clear eyes had a trace of undisguised jealousy toward her from time to time.
Mrs. Reina looked here with resentment and disdain.
Mr. Sam’s calm eyes projected a natural dignity and power, let no one guess his mind.
But probably, she was not welcomed here.
Vivian took a deep breath and nodded, "Let’s go in, greet the family and see what they looks like."
John pursed his lips, clenched her hand without saying a word, and headed inside the room.
Mr. Sam narrowed his eyes and gave Vivian an extra look, but soon he turned his eyes away and walked into the room.
Haylee cried louder. Mrs. Reina comforted her and kept throwing a piercing look at Vivian's body.
"What's your name?" Mr. Sam sat on the sofa with straight face and a pair of gold glasses in his hand, looked at her critically.
John took Vivian and sat opposite him. Vivian's expression was neither humble nor arrogant, "Hello, uncle. My name is Vivian."
“Vivian, Good name" Mr. Sam leaned back, but said the next sentence, "I heard you have a son?"
Vivian's face turned slightly. Before she could speak, John frowned and said, "Dad, what are you doing with all this? Are you as fond of these things as outsiders? "
Mr. Sam glanced at him slightly, "What are you worried about? You're clamoring to get married. Can't I figure out what kind of person my future daughter-in-law is?"
Vivian nodded, and stopped John and said to Mr. Sam, "Uncle, I do have a son. He is four years old now."
"As a woman with a child, you dare to marry our son. How shameless you are." Mrs. Reina snorted coldly and taunted Vivian condescendingly in a big voice.
John got up and said, "Mom, is it what you usually teach me to sneer at someone you just met? Vivian is the woman I like. Every word you insult her is insulting me.”
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