After being dumped by his son and his father

Then Shao Ke left in Chen Huan's car with a tired expression on his face.

Chen Huan, whose nerves were as thick as a telegraph pole, didn't know what Shao Ke was thinking. While driving, he looked at the stinking black face of the taller high school student from the corner of his eyes while driving, and his heart was filled with laments one after another.

Fortunately, he was quick-witted and discovered the uncomfortable atmosphere between Dr. Qi and Shao Ke in time, and successfully separated the two of them. Otherwise, if Shao Ke was wrong, he would find Dr. Qi to fight on the spot. When the family quarreled, it was Wen Ziheng and Wei Qing who were in a dilemma. It was really thanks to his witty brain and flexible ability to respond to the situation...

Chen Huan boasted to himself in his heart, and when he was happily thinking about asking Wen Ziheng for credit afterwards, Shao Ke, who was sitting in the co-pilot seat with his hands folded and a cold face, suddenly said: "Please trouble the front door of the Starbucks." Stop at the intersection."

"Ah?" Chen Huan replied suspiciously, but still parked the car obediently, "Aren't you going back to school? There are still six kilometers away from your school."

Shao Ke unbuttoned his seat belt expressionlessly, and said concisely: "I won't go back to school."

"Ah?" Chen Huan said again.

Shao Ke seemed to be speechless by Chen Huan's mentally retarded reaction. Before getting out of the car, he turned his head and looked at him. There was a bit of obvious sympathy in his unspeakable eyes, and then he said helplessly: "I have already skipped class. Now Isn't going back to school a self-inflicted trap? Don't tell them that I didn't go back to school, thank you for sending me here, Brother Huan."

After finishing speaking, Shao Ke gracefully lifted his schoolbag and hung it on one shoulder, stepped out of the car with long legs, and there were a few thin, tall, slack, but student-looking young boys standing by the side of the road. Surrounded by them, he said something to Shao Ke with a solemn expression. Chen Huan drove past them slowly, but unfortunately, when the boys saw his car approaching, they closed their mouths tacitly.

Chen Huan was in a difficult situation. He didn't know whether he should tell Wen Ziheng about these discoveries. Strictly speaking, Wen Ziheng and Wei Qing were just friends of Shao Ke, and had no position to ask about Shao Ke's personal affairs. If something happens to a minor in high school...

At the same time, only Wen Ziheng, Wei Qing, and Wen Xi's family of three were left. Wen Ziheng, who was full of displeasure, blocked Wei Qing who had just finished cleaning the kitchen at the door, and asked with a smile that was not a smile: "Isn't Shao Ke your friend's son? How did you become your friend?"

Wei Qing took off his apron and hung it on the hanger behind the door, talking nonsense in a serious manner: "He and I are friends."

Wen Ziheng resisted the urge to roll his eyes, and curled his lips: "You just called him to get angry with Cheng Che on purpose, right? Didn't I tell you before that he had some conflicts with Cheng Che, and you called him here, It’s not a big deal to watch the excitement, right?”

"I don't remember this anymore." Wei Qing quickly raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, showing his innocent expression vividly, "My friend and his wife went to Canada to watch the project, leaving Shao Ke, the only son, here , before he left, please ask me to take care of it, I moved house, what's wrong with inviting him to dinner?"

Wei Qing spoke clearly and logically, and it sounded so reasonable. Wen Ziheng was fooled by the other party for a moment of inattentiveness. When he came back to his senses, Wei Qing's hands had already wrapped around his waist and he lifted his hands flexibly. The hem of the clothes was poked inside.

Wen Ziheng quickly grabbed Wei Qing's hand that was tumbling under his clothes, raised his head and bit Wei Qing's earlobe, and teased in a hoarse voice: "You are so shameless that you let Shao Ke call you brother, how could he still call you brother?" I'm in middle school, so I should call you uncle."

Wei Qing lowered his head and let Wen Ziheng gnaw on his ear, amused and kindly said: "Am I so old in your eyes?"

Wen Ziheng clicked his tongue and said, "It's all gone."

"Even if I'm in my thirties, I'm only ten years older than Shao Ke. Isn't it normal for him to call me brother?" Wei Qing took advantage of Wen Ziheng's concentration on biting his ear, and picked him up.

These days, Wen Ziheng has put on a lot of flesh just like Wen Xi. Although he is still not fat, compared to the lighter weight before, it has made Wei Qing a little hard to hug. He carried Wen Ziheng to the sofa From the corner of his eye, he quickly searched the living room, but he didn't find Wen Xi, so he guessed that the little guy had gone to his playroom to play again, so he boldly leaned over and pressed Wen Ziheng onto the sofa.

Wen Ziheng was imprisoned in Wei Qing's arms and could not break free. There was a layer of sweat from the fight on his forehead, and his soft hair was messy and stuck to his cheeks. He stared at Wei Qing with wide eyes, clearly blaming him with his eyes. Wei Qing was messing around like a child, but this coquettish look in Wei Qing's eyes became a little rabbit's begging for mercy and coquettishness.

Then Wei Qing couldn't hold back.

hard.

The flustered Wen Ziheng immediately noticed the changes in Wei Qing's body, and immediately three black lines were drawn from his forehead, and he immediately struggled to get up: "Stop messing around! The brook is still here! You How can people be in heat anytime and anywhere like animals?"

Wei Qing hugged Wen Ziheng in his arms to prevent him from moving around, and the two bodies were pressed against each other without any gaps. Whenever Wen Ziheng moved harder at this time, his body would react even more.

"It's not like I can react to someone casually, only you can make me like this." Wei Qing kissed Wen Ziheng's thin lips lightly, half-closed his eyes and smiled narrowly, "You said Shao Ke You are too younger than me to call me brother, so you can always call me brother if you are five years younger than me? Why don't you call me brother to listen now, and I will let you go."

The molested Wen Ziheng blushed into a monkey's ass, kept pushing and shoving Wei Qing's motionless body, and said a little angrily, "Wei Qing, don't make trouble, why are you still so childish when you become a father? Get out!"

"No." Wei Qing refused decisively, and kissed Wen Ziheng's face as delicately as raindrops, and then he heard him say in an almost begging tone, "Baby, just call brother to listen, before you Isn't that what you call me?"

In the past, Wen Ziheng called Wei Qing "Senior" and "Brother Qing" without any personal feelings. Now they are not in such a pure relationship as five or six years ago. All that's left is awkwardness and shyness.

However, Wei Qing didn't give up until he achieved his goal. Seeing that Ziheng gritted his teeth and refused to agree, he suddenly started tickling him.

Wei Qing is more familiar with the sensitive points of Wen Ziheng's body than Wen Ziheng himself. Wen Ziheng was scratched like a fish stranded on the beach without touching the water. On the left is the back of the sofa chair and on the right is the support of Wei Qing He was unable to dodge the powerful arms on the edge of the sofa, and laughed so hard that tears almost came out. After 1 minute, he finally couldn't hold back and surrendered: "Brother...good brother...you stop..."

The ending sound with a crying voice seemed like a feather inadvertently swept across Wei Qing's heart over and over again. In an instant, Wei Qing felt that she could neither hear nor see anything, and only Wen Ziheng who was red just now was left in her mind. The face shouted helplessly at his appearance.

Wei Qing stretched out his hand to pinch Wen Ziheng's chin, lowered his head and gave a lingering kiss. When they parted, a thin silver thread was pulled out from their lips. Wei Qing rubbed Wen Ziheng's lower lip with his thumb, and his voice was hoarse. Say, "Call again."

The atmosphere was good, and Wen Ziheng was also very cooperative: "Brother Qing..." But halfway through shouting, he got stuck in shame, and the rest of the word "Brother" was stuck in his throat and he couldn't utter it.

Wei Qing chuckled, "It's like my colleagues are calling me."

Wen Ziheng was speechless: "We are colleagues from the beginning."

Then the ending sound disappeared in the lips that were biting each other. Wen Ziheng couldn't bear to refuse Wei Qing any longer, so he straightened up to make it easier for Wei Qing to lift his clothes to his chest. Wei Qing's warm kiss gradually moved down, starting from the chin From the neck to the ruddy beans on the chest, Wen Ziheng gasped twice, his fair cheeks were covered with a flush of color, he couldn't help but put his fingers into Wei Qing's thick black hair.

"Wei Qing..." Wen Ziheng murmured, his dark eyes were covered with mist, and his vision gradually became blurry, "Don't stay here, let's go back to the bedroom..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a small figure climbing down the handrail of the stairs from the corner of his eye. This scene scared Wen Ziheng so much that his whole body broke out in cold sweat. His hazy consciousness almost woke up instantly. Xing kicked Wei Qing off his body, and stood up from the sofa in a jerk, the clean and neat movements were unprecedentedly fast.

"Xiaoxi." Wen Ziheng yelled guiltily, he knelt down and waved to Wenxi, and then saw Wenxi running towards him at a faster pace, and then threw himself into his arms.

Wen Xi didn't speak, and shifted his gaze from Wen Ziheng's face to Wei Qing who was lying on the ground in embarrassment and embarrassment. Poor Wei Qing was kicked down so mercilessly by Wen Ziheng, and Glass' heart was broken Yes, but he couldn't show his injured side, so he quickly stood up and patted the unnecessary dust on his clothes, and forced a smile with the corners of his mouth: "Dad is fine."

Wen Ziheng hugged Wen Xi and sat on the sofa, held back a smile and looked at Wei Qing who had an aggrieved expression: "He didn't care if you were okay, Xiao Xi wanted to ask if the snacks for the outing were ready, right? "After speaking, Wen Ziheng patted Wen Xi's hand lightly.

Wen Xi, who was staring straight at the coffee table in a daze, felt Wen Ziheng's movement, nodded to Wei Qing seriously, and then gave Wen Ziheng a thumbs up. This movement was taught by the teacher in the garden , If you don't want to talk, use actions to express your feelings.

Wen Ziheng, who had a successful interaction with his son, was extremely happy, and carried Wen Xi to the restaurant to count the backpacks that Wei Qing had packed long ago, leaving Wei Qing standing in the living room miserable, not knowing what to do.

The cooked duck flew away - Wei Qing felt the meaning of this sentence so deeply for the first time in his life.

It's all tears.