Hi There, Uncle! Chapter 7

After David coaxed his son, he had to go downstairs to deal with some things.

It stands to reason that if there is a sudden change tonight, the full moon banquet will start awkwardly, but if it ends hastily, it will be too ugly. So David patted his son on the shoulder and discussed with him, "Take a shower, change clothes and go downstairs. You don't like Stella, but you have to consider your father's face and let them see that our family is fine, okay, son?"

In fact, Samson was reluctant, but he softened just now, and his father looked at him expectantly, so it seemed unkind of him not to go. He could only nod awkwardly and mentioned his bottom line, "I won't see Stella."

This is already good. If someone gives David a slap, he can't do it. He nodded, "Okay, Dad will go around with you. There are so many uncles, you have to meet them."

After David went out, Samson sat down on the bed, then jumped up suddenly. dmn, this room had been renovated and all the furniture had been replaced. It looked okay from the outside, but the inside was really unbearable - the bed was so soft that one could sink into it, and he was used to sleeping on a hard bed and couldn't stand it.

He went to the closet and looked around, and found that all his clothes were here. Maybe he had messed up the room that day, and had no place to put his things, so they were all piled here. He found two pieces, then went into the bathroom to take a shower, waiting for the cleanup to be finished, but he still didn't want to go, it was annoying!

He walked around the room twice, preparing himself mentally - Samson, this is not for Stella, it's for your father, Samson, you are a man, you have to keep your word, Samson, you may suffer this moment, and be happy for the rest of your life... Then he pushed the door open and went out, and saw someone on the stairs.

From a distance, I could only see his back. He was very tall, and had a very good figure, with broad shoulders and a thin waist, a straight back, and very long legs! He was standing at the stairs, looking down frequently.

However, no matter how good-looking it is, one fact cannot be ignored. Even if it is a cocktail party, no one will go to the second floor of his house casually. This is the *problem. And most importantly, he does not know this person.

Samson grew up in this circle. Except for those little ones under three years old, he knew everyone else. As for this person, Samson narrowed his eyes. There was no one like him in this circle. This person had a great figure. He, a man, found this person pleasing to the eye. If he knew him, he would definitely remember him.

For a moment, Samson thought of many things in his mind, such as the thief who specialized in stealing from rich people that was often reported on TV recently, and his stepmother Stella's mistress. Anyway, none of them was normal.

Although he was unhappy with Stella, this was still his home and he had to be responsible.

But he was not going to fight him head-on. If a fight broke out, the man would be at least 15 centimeters taller than him, and he would not be able to defeat him. He retreated secretly and fumbled for his cell phone, ready to call Andy and call the main force.

Unexpectedly, after taking a step back, the man turned his head away.

Samson... Samson was stunned.

dmn, this guy is so good-looking! His sharp eyebrows and bright eyes are much more perfect than those handsome boys that Zhang Fangfang licks on the screen every day. He was almost stunned by the physiological reaction.

But with this visual attack, the other party strode over. He was very imposing and didn't look like he was going to do anything bad. Instead, it gave Samson the illusion that this was the other party's territory.

He turned around and tried to run, but it was too late. The other person reached out and patted him on the shoulder. He wanted to resist and call for help, but somehow he was surrounded by the other person, and then he was hugged from behind and couldn't move. The guy also covered his mouth.

Samson was a grown man, and it was the first time that someone used such an action to "insult" him. Most importantly, the other party started to attack him as soon as he saw him. It was conceivable that he was a bad guy, and he was angry and depressed. He couldn't move his hands, so he simply raised his feet to kick from behind, but the other party also bent his legs and hit him hard on the but.t with his knee.

It doesn't hurt, but that's my but.t! Samson's eyes widened immediately, and he made an ululu ululu sound, wishing he could turn around and tear him apart.

This man was very strong, and he didn't budge at all after all the torture. He was willing to talk, "Samson, right? Stop it, I'm your father's friend."

Samson was stunned for a moment, and then he thought that this person was lying. Whose friend came up and started fighting? He was even more powerful.

The other party obviously couldn't do anything to him. The boy struggled like a crab, using his hands, feet and mouth. He could only use his trump card, "Don't you want to go down? Do you think it's embarrassing to go down after such a big commotion? And you don't want to support your stepmother?"

Samson's struggle became less intense, and the other party continued, "Do you want to think of a way to make Stella suffer if you go down and others praise you?"

Samson became even quieter.

The man was satisfied this time and confirmed with Samson, "I'll tell you a way. Let go of your hands, but you can't shout."

Samson was indeed worried about this matter. He had just made such a big fuss, smashed Stella's face to the ground and kicked it three times, and finally vented his anger. Although he was going down now for his father, this was Stella's son's full moon party, and he was still doing a face-saving job for her. That's why he was so irritable and didn't want to go.

And most importantly, this man was obviously not a mistress or a thief, otherwise he could just be knocked unconscious with a palm wind, why bother with so much trouble. Of course, Samson would not believe it 100%, he nodded cautiously with vigilance.

This man was cautious. He didn't loosen his arms around his body, but slowly loosened his hands that were covering his mouth and moved away little by little. Then, after he found that Samson was still cooperative and didn't call for help, he gradually loosened his arms around him.

As soon as Samson was free, he immediately broke free and jumped to the other side, turning around to face him. "What method?"

The man smiled slightly, and Samson suffered another visual attack. dmn, this man is too good-looking. Handsome, heroic, and not effeminate. When did his father meet such a man?

But he still remembered the important matter and was about to remind the other party when he frowned and heard a few words from the other party.

Samson's brows twisted immediately, "How is it possible? I have done nothing wrong in apologizing. Why should I do that? Is this what you call a method? You are not really Stella's..." He was cautious about the last two words and did not say them out loud.

The other party said, "I guarantee the effect."

"Who are you? Should I trust you? Besides, what right do you have to give me advice?" Samson looked at him and felt that he had never seen him before.

The other party uttered a few words, "I am Caleb."

When he said this, Samson's eyes widened again. He looked at him in disbelief, looking him up and down, "You...you are Grandpa Guo's son? You...when did you come back?" His parents had previously nagged him about Guo Rubai, and he knew all about it. But he never expected that Grandpa Guo's son, who was as thin as an old pine tree, would be so handsome. He really didn't look like him at all!

Caleb nodded, but he didn't want to chat. He was really anxious waiting, afraid that his father would really leave, so he thought of this trick, "I'll come to see him. If it succeeds, in exchange, can you help me take my father to the study?"

So he came to see Grandpa Guo. Samson thought of himself for no reason, so he nodded and responded with some sympathy, "Oh, okay, you wait."

But when he passed by Caleb, he asked again with certainty, "Is it really okay to do that?"

Caleb taught him, "Be sincere, if you take it seriously, others will take it seriously too."

When Samson went downstairs, he still looked uncertain. But Caleb really didn't need to lie to him. Besides, he had no other choice. It wouldn't make things worse.

He had wasted quite some time. His father was waiting for him. When he saw him coming down, he came over to greet him, put a drink in his hand, and pulled him forward, reminding him, "My dear son, just walk around with daddy. Just call out to people when you see them. That's all."

When he came down, Stella had disappeared. Stella's brother-in-law said that Stella went to the yard and was accompanied by her sister, so David felt relieved and did not chase after her. This was better.

Soon, Samson was pulled into the crowd by his father. They were all uncles and aunts he was familiar with. They seemed to care about him. Andy's father even touched his head and asked, "Does it hurt? Why did you come down again? You've been tired all day. It would be nice to have a rest."

David was about to explain for him, but Samson hardened his heart and spoke, "It's not my dad, it's me who wanted to come down. I..." As soon as he opened his mouth, David was stunned.

Then I heard Samson say, "I am too willful. I always think about myself, but I don't think about how tired my father is. I always feel that I am not getting enough attention. My father doesn't love me anymore. I am really afraid that he only likes my brother and not me. Isn't it said that if there is a stepmother, there will be a stepfather? But I didn't think about how tired my father is, as he has only one person and has so many things to do. Today, he hugged me and apologized to me with red eyes. I realized that the extremely tall father in my memory is now shorter than me. I am growing up, but he is aging. I can't punish him for being mean to others and me. Dad, I was wrong. I will never let you worry again."

Samson was originally nervous when he said this, but then he found that as he spoke, the expressions of elders like Zhou Litao became better and better. Even though he was implicitly saying that Stella bullied him, there were still people who gave him admiring looks. He knew that Caleb's method was really effective.

Moreover, his father seemed to be really touched. As soon as he finished speaking, his father hugged his shoulders tightly and said with a choked voice, "Good son, good son!" In front of everyone, he couldn't be too excited, this was already the limit. He raised his glass directly and said to his old friends, "Come on, let's drink a glass to our son Samson who is so sensible. I, David, have not lived in vain to have such a son!"

Samson was completely led by his father afterwards. He really didn't expect that these few words would have such an effect. He originally thought that he should be more pitiful and better if he came down with his head down. It turns out that the four words "high-sounding" can be used in this way.

He couldn't help but turn his head to look at the stairs, but he could no longer see Caleb. This man really understood people's hearts.

Stella, who was persuaded by her sister to come in, saw this scene as soon as she came in. What does "if there is a stepmother, there must be a stepfather" mean? What does "others treat me badly" mean? This is clearly talking about her! The most important thing is that no one refuted it. They even gave Samson a drink. This was her son's full moon party.

Stella was so angry that her body was shaking, but she couldn't go in to tear it apart. Her sister was tactful and quickly pulled the person out when she saw this.

Samson finally managed to get away from the praises of the adults and started looking for Guo Rubai everywhere, but he couldn't find him. He could only ask Aunt Lin, but Aunt Lin said, "You took his daughter away when you came down. Now you must have gone far away."

Samson felt very sorry when he heard this, and felt so sorry for Caleb. He hurried upstairs to the study, and when he opened the door, he saw Caleb sitting alone on the sofa by the study window without turning on the light. The light from the garden shone in dimly, lengthening his shadow, making him look particularly lonely.

He pushed the door open, and Caleb almost immediately turned around and stood up. The floor lamp next to the sofa was turned on, illuminating his face clearly. Samson could see with his own eyes the change from excitement to loneliness on his face in an instant, and he felt a sense of guilt.

Caleb understood it, "He doesn't want to?"

"No, I'm sorry," Samson said sadly, "When I got away to look for him, he was gone."

"Oh!" Caleb seemed to have expected this result. He waved his hands weakly. "It's okay. He is just like that. Thank you. You can go back."

Samson wanted to say something else, but Caleb obviously didn't want to talk to him anymore. He sat back and turned off the floor lamp, and the study fell into darkness again.

Samson had no choice but to retreat, glanced at the man sitting in the shadow, and closed the door.

He wanted to say thank you, but it seemed inappropriate.