After being dumped by his son and his father

Wei Qing's kiss came too suddenly, Wen Ziheng was at a loss and even unable to parry.

He put his hands on Wei Qing's chest to push the person in front of him away, but Wei Qing seemed to have a premonition of his movements, grabbed his hands and imprisoned them on the wall above his head.

"Hmm..." Wen Ziheng couldn't move at all. He opened his eyes wide in surprise. At this moment, his entire vision was covered by Wei Qing's approaching face. Wei Qing seemed to enjoy the kiss with her eyes closed, with thick long hair. Eyelashes trembling slightly, he skillfully used his tongue to pry open Wen Ziheng's teeth, nimbly swept it in his mouth, and then suddenly lightly bit the tip of Wen Ziheng's tongue.

Wen Ziheng's mind went blank, and the remaining rationality told him that he should separate from Wei Qing quickly, but the hands that Wei Qing pinched above his head seemed to be frozen, and it was difficult to even move his fingers slightly. It was stiff, as if someone had tapped its acupuncture points, but his ability to perceive the outside world was greatly improved at this moment——

He could feel the saliva running down his chin from the kiss.

He could still feel Wei Qing's leg slipping silently between his legs.

Everything happened so naturally and smoothly.

Just when Wen Ziheng was about to give up struggling, he saw a small figure running from the living room out of the corner of his eye. Before he could react, he vaguely saw Wen Xi hit Wei Qing's body like a small cannonball. On the thigh, and then reached out and hugged Wei Qing's right leg violently. Unexpectedly by both Wei Qing and Wen Ziheng, the little guy lowered his head and bit down hard.

Wei Qing was stunned suddenly, his brows were furrowed into a ball, and most of the intense color in his eyes dissipated under the impression of pain.

After the death-like silence, Wei Qing looked down at the little carrot head who was still biting his thigh hard, then raised his head and turned his gaze to the face of Wen Ziheng, who had a cold expression but gloated in his misfortune, and sighed. With helplessness: "It hurts to death, don't you care about your son?"

Wen Ziheng withdrew his hand with a half-smile, and squeezed out of Wei Qing's arms along the wall while arranging his clothes, and then spit out two words in Wei Qing's eager eyes: "It's what you deserve."

"..." Wei Qing suddenly felt a chill in his heart.

After only five years of separation, why did his little white rabbit turn into an old fox?

Wen Ziheng walked a few steps, turned around and saw that Wen Xi was still hugging Wei Qing's thigh and clenched his mouth tightly. Maybe he thought his father was being bullied by villains. Round and round, tears swirled in his eyes several times, but he resisted them not to fall.

Seeing this scene, Wen Ziheng suddenly felt suffocated, as if his whole heart was lifted up by a very thin steel wire. He knew that Wen Xi was hostile to Wei Qing, so he shouldn't be with Wei Qing in front of children. Qing had any physical contact, lest the child think he was being bullied and cause such a big emotional fluctuation.

"Son, come here." Wen Ziheng squatted on the ground and waved to Wen Xi.

Hearing his father's call, Wen Xi let go of Wei Qing's legs without hesitation, twisted his small body and ran over to Wen Ziheng's arms, then hugged his father's neck, and leaned into his ear unhappily Said: "Dad don't play with him, I don't like him."

Wen Ziheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he raised his eyes and glanced at Wei Qing who was standing not far away and looked at him with an aggrieved face, he couldn't figure it out, they said blood is thicker than water, even if Wen Xi wasn't close to Wei Qing You shouldn't show such a strong sense of disgust, this is not like your own father and son, it's clear that the enemy is extremely jealous when they meet.

Holding Wenxi in his arms and comforting him warmly for a while, the little guy's emotions gradually stabilized. Wen Ziheng picked up his son and walked to the sofa to sit down, while Wei Qing on the other side dragged his "injured" leg into the room. After entering the kitchen, he started to work again. In less than 10 minutes, he reheated the cold dishes and served them on the table.

"It's time to eat." Wei Qing called out.

Wen Ziheng held his son who was curled up in his arms like a little ostrich, and remained motionless. Wen Yan just glanced at Wei Qing coldly: "You eat by yourself."

Wei Qing knew that Wen Ziheng was still angry about what happened just now, so he had to admit that he was indeed a little reckless. While excited, he forgot that there was a little carrot sitting in the living room. Wei Qing, who knew he was wrong, was silent for a while, and then began to pretend Poor: "Little rabbit, your son almost bit off the meat off my leg just now, just because I reluctantly brought out the food, come and have dinner together."

After speaking, this man looked like a dramatist, covering the place where Wenxi bit him, showing a painful appearance of being seriously injured and about to lose his braids.

Wen Ziheng looked away with black lines all over his face, and now he didn't even bother to look at Wei Qing.

"Little rabbit..."

"Shut up." Wen Ziheng said impatiently, "Is your leg broken or lame? Do you want me to call 120 for you? If you want to eat, eat quietly, and if you don't eat, leave quickly."

Wei Qing, who had been beaten so fiercely, became quiet in an instant, and the pitiful expression he had put on suddenly disappeared from his face without a trace. Walking out the door, I still didn't forget to tell him before going out: "The child is still growing, don't starve him."

Wen Ziheng looked expressionlessly at the TV screen that was still playing cartoons, and gently patted Wen Xi's back with his right hand. He obviously heard Wei Qing's words, but he didn't respond at all, he was so calm No brows moved.

It wasn't until the slight sound of closing the door that Wen Ziheng heaved a sigh of relief, and sat down at the dining table with Wen Xi in his arms.

Although Wen Xi doesn't like Wei Qing very much, he has no resistance to Wei Qing's meals. The father and son had a boring dinner as usual, and then Wen Ziheng cleaned up the dishes, Wen Xi himself He ran into the bedroom, took out his pajamas, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Before going to sleep, Wen Ziheng checked out the video in the mailbox again. He held a cigarette between his fingertips, but considering Wen Xi who was sleeping soundly on the bed behind him, he did not light the cigarette, but Tossing and turning between the two fingers a few times.

The phone was placed next to the mouse. Wen Ziheng hesitated for a long time, but finally suppressed the impulse in his heart and did not call Sun Jingyi. Some things could only be explained clearly on the phone, and he needed to find Sun Jingyi to confront him.

The next day, the repairman came to the bathroom on time to overhaul the bathroom.

Wen Ziheng was wearing black and white striped pajamas, leaning against the door frame of the bathroom with his arms crossed, his hair was messy and uncut, his skin was pale, his chin was sharp, and there were thick dark circles under his eyes.

"Did you not sleep well last night?" the repairman asked while checking the ground.

Wen Ziheng hummed lightly, then asked, "How long will it take to repair?"

"At least two days. The situation in your bathroom is a bit serious. You don't have enough tools and manpower today. You need to come back tomorrow." The repairman said, "By the way, you said there was a leak downstairs, right? There are people downstairs Are you at home? You have to go to the bathroom of their house to see."

Wen Ziheng was stunned: "I don't know."

The repairman said without raising his head while working: "Then why don't you knock on the door and ask?"

Wen Ziheng: "..." He just lost his temper with Wei Qing yesterday, how dare he knock on his door now?