i really like you

Tang Yin was reading a magazine downstairs, took a few sips of the porridge when it was ready, and went upstairs with a bowl to see his son.

Tang Yuan in the room heard footsteps, immediately put the comic book under the pillow, and stared at the TV screen.

It happened to be Fang Lin's first action movie starring in it.

She was dressed in black, and her fair skin was darkened two degrees by the make-up artist. The feeling of fragility faded away, and what appeared more was coldness and ruthlessness.

Tang Yin pushed the door open and came in, as if he didn't realize who the heroic woman in the movie was. He put the bowl on the bedside table and said, "It's porridge."

Tang Yuan signaled his father to watch TV, "She used to act in literary films. This is her first action film. She must have put a lot of effort into it."

Tang Yin looked at his son.

"Dad, didn't I tell you?" Tang Yuan pointed to the woman on the screen who was flying over walls, "I'm a fan of one of her movies."

Tang Yin raised his eyebrows, "Then do you want Dad to ask you for an autograph?"

"Let's not engage in star chasing," Tang Yuan said earnestly, "Just pay attention to the works. Next time she has a movie released, I will book the show and support it."

He winked, "But I want Dad to pay for it, because she is your woman."

Tang Yin didn't hear it.

Tang Yuan casually stirred the porridge bowl with a spoon, "Dad, is she still the hostess of the villa in Cybercheng Lake? Has it been changed?"

Tang Yin tidied up the dolls on the carpet, without showing any expression on his face, "Son, you didn't care about the affairs of Saicheng Lake before, what kind of wind is this?"

Seeing his father's reaction, Tang Yuan knew that the hostess hadn't changed. He dug a spoonful of porridge into his mouth, chewed it slowly, and asked without answering, "Did you suffer the anger you brought back from her?"

Tang Yin threw the big fat doraemon on the bed, "Drink your porridge!"

Tang Yuan snorted, and sighed old-fashionedly, "Dad, I'm going to start school soon. The structure of university is different from that of high school and junior high school. With the title of young master of the Tang family and son of Tang Yin, my every move will be magnified , the pressure cannot be underestimated, so I will be busy striving for professional results, at least not to disgrace the Tang family."

"I'm not worried about your work, but about your private life. Don't let me worry about it."

Tang Yin, "..." What the hell!

Tang Yuan thought that Comrade Tang would sleep at home tonight, after all he drove all the way back by himself.

Unexpectedly, he answered the phone and was about to go out.

Tang Yin hugged his son's head and kissed him on the forehead, "Dad has something to deal with, so you can go to bed later, don't stay up late."

Tang Yuan yawned, "When will you bring me back for dinner?"

In fact, what he wanted to ask was, do you know that Fang Lin resembles my mother in an angle?

He didn't know what was going on, but he felt that his father should know.

Tang Yin at the door paused for a moment. He turned his head, went to the bed and rubbed his son's hair vigorously, "Who are you bringing back? Don't think about not having anything!"

"This family will always only have the head of the family and his precious son, and there will be no mistress."

Tang Yuan snorted, and watched his father walk out of the room, followed by the sound of going downstairs, the door opening, and the sound of the engine. Every sound revealed the owner's anxiety.

In the end it was calm.

Tang Yuan nestled himself under the quilt and didn't move for a long time.

Comrade Old Tang has a lot of criminal records, how much is his promise worth?Sanmao?Or... fifty cents?

Anyway, not a piece.

Tang Yuan stared at the ceiling in a daze, what would it be like if there was a mistress at home?

Can't imagine.

Will it be the same as Shuran Xiaochao Alie's family...

Probably not, because their mother is their own mother, and all he has is a stepmother.

In the end there is still a difference.

But if it is a very good stepmother, the difference will not be very big.

I just don't know if he has such good luck.

The things in Tang Yuan's mind were bouncing non-stop, and he closed his sore eyes.

Don't want to sleep, want to do something.

But what to do?Continue to read comics?Or get up and stretch your legs?

Tang Yuan got the phone and poked open the contact column, stared at a series of numbers with pursed lips, followed each number to the end, and then reversed the number to the end, he finally made up his mind to dial the number .

A deep voice came from the phone, "Hello?"

Tang Yuan's heart was pounding, and he tried his best not to behave like a shy little wife.

"Secretary Pei, it's me."

Pei Wenjin on the other end didn't show any surprise, he asked, "Master, what's the matter?"

Tang Yuan threw out the excuse he had prepared for the call, "My dad hasn't been home recently, so I want to ask if the company is busy?"

Pei Wenjin said briefly, "Most overtime."

Tang Yuan gritted his teeth in displeasure, is that all?If you say two more words, you will lose a piece of meat, right?

As if he heard his resentment, besides the man's breathing, there was also a plain questioning voice, "I heard that the young master twisted his foot."

Tang Yuan tore through those words to see if there was any element of concern in them, but found nothing in the end.

That man is shrewd and introverted, and has always been calm.

Tang Yuan pursed his lips, and his voice was muffled, giving the impression of being coquettish, "Well, it's twisted."

Pei Wenjin said, "Then young master, take a good rest."

"..."

The so-called awkward chat is like this, it is easy to gnaw away all the scum left of a person's self-confidence.

Tang Yuansang cheered up after a few seconds, and had an idea, "Secretary Pei, help me watch my dad more."

Pei Wenjin asked, "What does the young master want me to see?"

Tang Yuan coughed twice, he didn't know how to say it, he was at a loss for words.

Pei Wenjin said, "Young Master, don't worry, the chairman is just playing around."

There was no wave in his tone, as if he didn't think there was any serious problem, which was normal.

Tang Yuan picked his little finger, "Then do you play tricks every now and then?"

Pei Wenjin answered without hesitation, and firmly, "No."

"why?"

Tang Yuan got up directly from the bed, no matter how excited he was, his tone was very casual, "You are my dad's secretary, there must be many people who want to get my dad through you."

Pei Wenjin, "There are quite a few."

Tang Yuan tentatively said, "The most commonly used is the beauty trap."

Pei Wenjin spat out a few words, "Dirty, troublesome."

Tang Yuan didn't expect such a simple and straightforward answer. He was stunned for a while, and was about to say something when he heard a strange sound.

"Secretary Pei, there seems to be the sound of rushing water over there. Is someone taking a bath? Are you sharing the rent with someone else?"

Pei Wenjin said, "No, I usually live alone, but today my buddies are here."

He even explained it to me, I didn't expect it at all.

Tang Yuan jumped up and down on the bed excitedly, forgetting that his right foot was injured, the pain made him grin his teeth and gasped.

Pei Wenjin paused when he lit his cigarette. He took the cigarette from his mouth and lit it on the table.

"Master?"

Tang Yuan inhaled and exhaled, trembling a little, "It's...it's...it's..."

Before the man could respond, he cut off the phone, fell on the bed and wiped the cold sweat from his brow, not daring to move any more, just lying there.

The pain in his right foot gradually eased, and the blood on Tang Yuan's face gradually returned. He moved back into the bed, grinning silently.

So far, the man is not impatient with his questions, at least not so obvious that he can hear them.

The two of them are like a couple.

Although it is an illusion, it is also a beautiful illusion.

On the other side, Pei Wenjin put the phone on the table and picked it up again, the temperature of the tentacles was a little hot.

It silently reminded him that the phone call just now exceeded the normal time frame.

Zhang Ping swaggered out of the bathroom with flip flops, "Who called you?"

Pei Wenjin lowered his head and rubbed his phone, thinking something, which was hard to see through.

Zhang Ping tsk-tsk, "Look at your small appearance, isn't it a good match?"

Pei Wenjin stuffed the cigarette back into his mouth, lit it and took a puff. He leaned back against the sofa and put his hands over his eyes, "No."

Zhang Ping didn't believe it, "Isn't it true that you can be like Sichun?"

Pei Wenjin suddenly put down the hand over his eyes, cracks appeared in his cold expression, his face was a little distorted upon closer inspection, like an enraged lion, every muscle under his clothes tensed up, Full of terrifying explosive power and danger.

"If you talk nonsense, get out."

Zhang Ping's face froze, and he wiped his wet crew cut hair with a towel indiscriminately, "If I hadn't quarreled with my dear, I wouldn't have come to see your dead face."

Pei Wenjin twitched, "It's all dear, can we still quarrel?"

"Noisy, why not?" Zhang Ping picked out his ears, "Can't teeth still make your mouth bleed?"

Pei Wenjin was noncommittal.

Zhang Ping leaned over, "Old Pei, do you really want me to introduce one to you? There are really a few reliable ones in the circle, and they are clean."

Pei Wenjin wasn't interested at all, "No need."

"You don't practice, why do you abstinence? Doing so is a waste of resources."

Zhang Ping put the towel on the back of the chair, "I have photos of two of them here, one is a model, with a great figure, with hips and long legs, and the other is a teacher, gentle and elegant, with that legend Bookish in the middle, wait for me to turn over the photos to show you, they are all bottoms with outstanding conditions, one in a million."

Pei Wenjin sneered, "Apart from graphic design, do you have a part-time job?"

Zhang Ping kicked the chair by his feet, "Fuck, if it weren't for how many years we have known each other since high school, who cares about you?"

In fact, there is another reason, his dear always mentions this guy in front of him.

I don't know how many vinegar jars have been knocked over.

If this guy doesn't have company for a day, he will worry about it for a day.

Pei Wenjin stubbed out the cigarette he had smoked a few puffs, and flicked it into the trash can with his fingers. He got up, rubbed his forehead and went back to the room.

Zhang Ping gave his buddy a middle finger, "You won't be able to enjoy the blessings of your mother, just shake your hand to block it for the rest of your life!"

Pei Wenjin went into the room and closed the door without paying attention.

He sat in front of the computer and was busy with work. When he remembered something, he took out his mobile phone, clicked on the call history, and added a note to the strange number on the top.

From little friends, to little white rabbits, little glutinous rice balls, and then to dolls.

After realizing that he could have such a childish side, the corners of Pei Wenjin's lips twitched slightly. He touched his forehead with his hand, deleted the doll, and typed in a proper address.

—Master.