Chapter 34

The Mercedes car on the streets of New York has a rather dreary atmosphere, and John, aside from giving Auston Smith a firm embrace outside the airport at the beginning, feels a little overwhelmed when he gets in. This isn't because he's afraid of the crossing, but rather because he's at a loss for words, as Auston Smith has always been a strict father figure in John's past.

"Ahem, seeing your current figure, your mother should be relieved." The slightly awkward and uninteresting atmosphere was broken by Auston's faint cough.

"Hehe, the previous life was a little too indulgent, the body is the fundamental, you and your mother should also pay attention to the health of the body, regular check-ups are necessary."

In all honesty, John's current body type is a little frightening. He stands at a height of roughly 1.9 meters, and his prominent muscles give the impression that he is very strong even if he does not have an overly large build.

"Are you aware that you were once overindulgent? Upon reading your earlier posts, I was shocked to learn that it was my son. Apparently thinking of something, Auston looked at John and gave a chilly snort.

"Alright, stop. I apologize for embarrassing the Smith family; I know it's wrong! Please let me go for the sake of the face I just returned.

John grimaced angrily, as if recollection had affected him.

"There really hasn't been any growth, I thought you had matured, but I didn't expect it to be the same as before." "Seriously," Auston responded, raising his voice.

"All right, let me go. The Smith family's fame is enough to keep you and your grandfather safe. I don't want to argue with you. We have had numerous arguments about this matter, but we are unable to resolve it because you and my mother have another person who will inherit that absurd glory.

John reacted violently, as if these words were on his lips and he blurted them without thinking, whispering in a little voice that only he could hear, "Family glory, I really thought it was the Middle Ages." The corners of his mouth twisted slightly, with a touch of sneer.

"Stop talking! You...

Auston was enraged as he looked at his son with contempt. He believed that his son had grown up, but he didn't anticipate that he was still as naïve and disobedient as before, or that sense of angry cynicism. All of the positive emotions vanished, but he was still his father, and he was still the same uncompromising backmouth as before.

John couldn't help but shudder when he saw his father's irate face, heaving, and savage eyes. What was wrong with him?

I won't go insane, right? Damn the memories, it's so terrible that it genuinely affects my emotions and judgment, Ma's.

His father had a very attractive rear of his head, but John was terrified that Auston would detect something, so he feigned anger and turned his head to stare out the car window.

Even with his self-satisfying brain supplement, Auston was unable to control his fury when he saw his son's agitated countenance and sneered bitterly. His kid was still frightened of himself, so he gave in when he saw that he was upset, but, damn it, how could my son be so uncute?

John would have advised Auston to overthink his thoughts if he had known what they were.

When the car arrives in Manhattan, John's house is on Park Avenue in the Upper East Side of the city, which is home to the wealthiest people in New York City as well as cultural attractions and retail malls.

The Upper East Side, which is home to many of the wealthiest people in New York, is known for its fashionable retail malls, the Avenue of Fine Arts, and, of course, Central Garden, where John's apartment is situated.

Approximately 16 percent of economists reside in the Upper East Side, a neighborhood in New York with a high concentration of wealthy families, while 18 percent of lawyers, 18 percent of public relations and advertising managers, 21 percent of management analysts, and 14 percent of promotional agencies do the same.

John's vision is a little fuzzy; is this the place where he was raised?

It's incredibly envious.

Thankfully, he has already taken his own life; otherwise, how could he be cheap Song Dick? His recollection may still cause problems, but he is truly content.

The ghost reappeared and, strangely, looked at the silent Auston Smith, the father of this world. Seeing a hint of loss on his face, his heart tightened because, in addition to inhabiting his son's body, the words he just spoke were not what he had intended to say, and they might have caused him great pain.

Being a man nevertheless can't be too much because he is occupying someone else's body and must therefore inherit everything from him, including a horrible father-son relationship.

"I'm sorry, you know I didn't mean to say that, I apologize." Although I was a touch thin-skinned, John pretended that I had apologized while his eyes remained fixed on the window.

"What? Okay, I'll take your apology. This time, how long do you intend to stay?

A little taken aback, Auston was delighted to see his kid lower his head and occasionally acknowledge his remorse while putting on a straight face and acting as though he would accept the apology.

"This time I came back mainly to visit you and my mother, and by the way, I will participate in the recording of a TV show, and I will stay for two or three weeks."

In keeping with the parent role of the glass heart in his memory, John pulled his eyes away from the landscape and turned to face Auston. He looked at him gravely and couldn't help but smile.

"Speaking of being on TV, when the Ellen Show was broadcast, your mother was excited for a long time, I didn't expect you to know so many languages, and it's good that you can learn so many languages on your own."

The pride in Auston's heart made him act unconcerned while his eyes glowed with relief.

Even though John's five senses are nearly at the point of perversion, he is still able to notice Auston's relief countenance through the dim street lamp, and the corners of his mouth twitch. He is indeed a strict father who wants to die to save face!

"How can I learn so many languages, in addition to English, Chinese and French, Japanese and Korean can only communicate simply, and the rest is just to write a sentence or two of that song."

It wasn't necessary at all, John explained casually, because he hadn't been so embarrassed to admit that he knew 13 Chinese. Of course, with his current IQ, learning these languages wouldn't be difficult, but who the fuck cared if he could speak Thai or something, especially the Cantonese dialect that was so hard to learn?

"Oh, I said it's impossible to master so many languages without seeing each other in May or June, your mother still doesn't believe it, saying that you are a genius or something, hmph, there are so many geniuses!"

With a note of cynicism in his voice, Auston appeared to validate his suspicions and said, "I knew you weren't the material."

What kind of look is this, is John truly biological, and is he acting a little strange? It's incredibly annoying.

"Well...

John's lips parted in a grin, and his voice unconsciously conveyed some feelings. "Actually, it's not difficult, it's just not necessary, after all, English is the mother tongue, and then master the Chinese that is the most difficult in the world to learn, and the difficulty is that French alone in Chinese is basically unimpeded all over the world, the key is that some books or other masterpieces or something are better than the original, ordinary people can say a good mother tongue, after all, not everyone is a genius." "

"Well...

John's remarks nearly choked Auston to death, causing his fingers to grip and release subconsciously before he finally smiled stiffly and embarrassedly, saying, "Hehe, that's what I said." But, I'm watching the news today; what's going on with that Marisa named Marisa?

John couldn't help but laugh when he heard his words nearly squeaked out of his mouth. "How can you believe the paparazzi's scribbling, plus, that's my private life," he said.

"You..."

Auston cooled down and sneered, "Really? No, he couldn't let him be proud." Auston was a little insane, a nasty bastard, still stinking and hard. Your mother is really irritated and worried about the woman on the news.

John trembled and questioned, somewhat alarmed, "What did Mom say?"

When Auston noticed his son's fear, he involuntarily lifted his chin a little, and his current pride was visible in the upturned corners of his mouth. "Xiaoxiao," he said, "I can't cure you, I'm afraid, your mother won't vomit blood from your mouth like me."

After noticing his father's arrogance, John forced himself to calm himself and explain, "Actually, it's nothing, Marissa and I are just friends, the news is all nonsense, and my mother will listen to my explanation."

"Heh~~~, well done! It's still in the fashion industry, and these unfamous model ratings aren't very nice. Hey, some people are crazy, tsk. It's mixed up with a woman of that age.

In a sly whisper, Auston said that you were going to be unlucky.

Am I truly his own, damn it?

The current Auston Smith, John thought malevolently, is a good representation of the villain's visage.

John had no idea why he was so terrified, but he was aware that his body was reacting instinctively because he had vivid memories of his predecessor, John. Could it be that his mother was a powerful demon king?

Enter the super-god state and start going through the memories that are still in your head.

It's over; it's a total catastrophe.

Her mother was a real big demon, and John, who reviewed his memory, stroked his temples a little helplessly.

The best record consists of two hours of continuous chattering, a variety of exaggerated displays of sadness and anguish, and numerous small outbursts, all of which are simply killing John.

"Ahem~~~ Well, isn't this returning to see you? Let Marissa go with me to get a package of presents; I've picked out a pocketbook and tie specifically for you, as well as two lovely cufflinks.

Knowing that his arrogant father was the only one who could now assist him, John suppressed his panic and managed an awkward smile.

"Humph!" "Don't mention the beauty in his heart," Auston said, glancing at his terrified kid. "I let you talk back, I let you laugh at the glory of my Smith family, I let you laugh at me for being a regular person!"

When John looks at the tsundere dad, his arrogant face of "I just want to look at your bad luck" makes the corners of his mouth twitch repeatedly, and he manages to squeeze a sentence out between his teeth. That type of happiness is undoubtedly from the bottom of his heart.

"What do you want, say? Don't go too far!