However, this match was doomed to fail. As soon as Shen Qi walked to the field and stood still, Zhao Huaiyu stepped forward and hugged him.
"Master!"
The solid arm tightly clamped Shen Qi, and the strength seemed to embed him in the body, and then directly lifted him up without waiting for Shen Qi's reaction.
Yes, take it up.
"It's gone, what should I do!" He waved his hand and strode towards his yard.
"Oh-"
"Call-"
The soldiers clapped and whistled.
Shen Qi didn't expect Zhao Huaiyu to do this trick for him at all, and gritted his teeth: "Let me down!"
Zhao Huaiyu grinned, showing his white teeth: "Young master, don't worry, you won't think too much about it, and besides, we were originally a fiancée couple, no, husband, fair and square."
What does Shen Qi care about is this!
Taking advantage of the gap in his turn, Zhao Huaiyu quickly pinched his buttocks with everyone's attention behind his back, and said in a low voice, "Could it be that the young master wants me to be here to fuck you in front of so many people!"
His voice is more mature than three years ago. At this moment, it is deliberately lowered, with a hint of flying ruffian and rough, low and sexy.
Shen Qi didn't expect him to change so much, or so strange, he was shocked for a while, and he was speechless for a long time.
Zhao Huaiyu carried him with big strides, passed by Shen Chuanjun and Shen Chuanchun and paused, his eyes fell on Shen Chuanchun, with a hint of curiosity: "Is this the child?"
After speaking, without waiting for an answer, he waved his hand: "We'll talk about it later." He directly carried Shen Qi back to his residence.
As the coach, Zhao Huaiyu lived alone in a yard. It was a very simple farmyard. It was estimated that the villagers had been requisitioned. .
He didn't put on his shirt at first, so he didn't need to take it off, gasping for breath and biting Shen Qi's neck: "Master, I miss you so much, I miss you every night, I can't wait, you can rely on me first... "
Shen Qi was aroused by his straightforward and bold enthusiasm, and the two young bodies embraced each other.
By the time everything subsided, it was already completely dark.
Shen Qi's body was paralyzed, and he didn't even bother to move his fingers. He was hugged by Zhao Huaiyu and cleaned, and then he leaned on the kang head and drank the porridge.
The small courtyard is equipped with the cheapest kind of light bulbs, and the lights are dim, perhaps because the two of them have just messed around, and they seem ambiguous and charming.
Zhao Huaiyu put the towel on the washbasin and came back, regardless of wearing only a pair of underwear, Da Lala got on the kang, leaned over and sat down beside Shen Qi, with his legs next to his and his feet hooked.
"Is the young master at ease?"
He stretched out his arms to embrace Shen Qi from behind, put it on his shoulder, rubbed his shoulder, and stared at him intently, as if he couldn't see enough.
Shen Qi drank the porridge slowly and didn't want to ignore him very much. He imagined thousands of changes in Zhao Huaiyu, but he didn't expect that he would become such a virtuous person, a second-rate soldier and a ruffian. Those vulgar and vulgar words just now made him feel bad.
Zhao Huaiyu didn't care, and touched Shen Qi's waist with the other hand, smiling ambiguous and meaningful: "It seems that you are really using the things I left to the young master, otherwise you will be like the original, I am so hard, The young master can't sit still."
Shen Qi choked for a moment, but fortunately, he had a strong psychological quality, so he swallowed the porridge abruptly and sneered: "Why don't you cry? I remember that you don't like crying the most? Why, don't you want to pretend?"
This time, Zhao Huaiyu choked, and there was a hint of embarrassment on his face, as if he was annoyed by what he had done in the past, but he was quickly brushed off by his cheeks, and said calmly: "I was ignorant at that time, thanks to the young master's willingness to tolerate, I was always worried that you were just teasing me. I was afraid that you didn't want me, that's why I made trouble with you. Besides, every time I cry, you are willing to rely on me. Can I stop crying? If the young master likes it, I will cry in the future. look."
With this thought, this realization, Shen Qi's eyes changed when he looked at him, and he couldn't help pinching his face to look left and right: "It's a tear bag, yes, why are you suddenly so sensible?"
Zhao Huaiyu was even more embarrassed when he heard him talking about this title. He just felt that it was too stupid to wish that he could remake himself back then.
He leaned forward and kissed Shen Qi on the lips, leaned back and relaxed against the layered quilt that could be used as a pillow, his peach blossom eyes fixed on Shen Qi, with infinite emotion: "I used to be too narrow, I always liked it. Thinking of people at the worst, I have seen a lot in the past two years. Compared with those who died, at least I am still alive. Compared with those beggars on the streets, at least the Zhao family gave me a bite to eat. , and also let me meet you. Compared with many people, I am much luckier. I like you, I want you, and I do that in order to keep you by my side. Not anymore, I know you are Really like me and won't want me,"
The hardships and debts suffered in the first half of my life, meeting this person, and getting him, as if everything can be forgiven, even grateful, grateful for those pains, and with those pains, that made him what he is now, and let him get his favor.
Although he had already heard Zhao Huaiyu express similar sentiments in the letter, but hearing it with his own ears, Shen Qi was still full of emotion.
Who would have thought that the sensitive, suspicious, and dark-minded young man at the time would grow into the upright and calm man he is now.
As if to verify his feelings, a prompt sound came from his ear: "Happiness value +10." Counting the twelve points that have risen in three years, Zhao Huaiyu's happiness value has reached 85 points.
Although he was very tanned, he had a smile on his face, his brows and eyes were open and sparse, his peach blossom eyes were clear and bright, and there was no such lingering dullness anymore.
Shen Qi was agitated, he finished the last mouthful of porridge in a hurry, put down the spoon, wiped his mouth, held Zhao Huaiyu's face, and kissed it.
It was an extremely intense and erotic kiss.
The wet lips and tongues sucked and intertwined, so intense that each other's scalps would tingle, and the strong stimulation quickly aroused each other's desire.
If Shen Qi wanted it before, it was mostly out of physical desire, but this time, it was from the bottom of his heart, willing to be possessed and invaded.
He likes such beautiful people, especially those who have changed from ordinary or even dark to beautiful, and such people are particularly fascinating to him.
What's more, Zhao Huaiyu has become what he is now, and he has played a big role in it. As long as he thinks that someone has worked hard for him and is willing to become beautiful, just thinking about it, his bones and even his soul start to tremble.
Shen Qi stepped down and sat down. From three years ago to now, he took the initiative for the first time.
Zhao Huaiyu was stunned at first, then his eyes were red, and he gasped violently.
The result of indulgence was that Shen Qi couldn't get up the next day and slept until the afternoon. In order to take care of his face, Zhao Huaiyu didn't go out of the room, so everyone thought that the two of them were in the room and complained to each other.
Shen Chuanjun had already gone to see Brother Shen, and brought Shen Chuanchun, who was crying and looking for his father, over. The two father and son sat on the bed and set the dishes and waited for Zhao Huaiyu to deliver the meal.
Zhao Huaiyu took the meal from his subordinates, pushed open the door, and came in. He saw one big and one small sitting upright, clearly sitting on a simple kang, but it seemed like he was sitting in a luxurious mansion.
He sighed twice, put the lunch box on the table, opened it layer by layer, and brought out plates of dishes: "Everything in the barracks is simple, but these dishes are grown by the nearby villagers, and the freshness is better than the cook. They are all aunts in the village, it's a very homely taste, you can try it."
"thanks."
"Thank you little dad."
Zhao Huaiyu said with a straight face: "What is the family doing so politely, I'm going to be angry if you two are like this again."
Shen Qi raised his eyebrows: "Show me when you are angry."
He is just habitual and polite. This is the education he has received since he was a child, even among his family members.
As for Shen Chuanchun, he naturally learned from him.
Zhao Huaiyu was stunned by him, his momentum softened immediately, he corrected his attitude, and changed his words: "Slip of the tongue, I mean I'm going to cry, if you are more polite, I'll cry and show you."
That's right. Shen Qi was satisfied, the bed was the bed, and on other occasions, his family status could not be provoked.
Shen Chuanchun tilted his head to look at Shen Qi and then at Zhao Huaiyu, not knowing what he was thinking.
Seeing this, Zhao Huaiyu took him into his arms and said with great interest, "Come on, I'll feed you and tell me what you like."
Shen Chuanchun frowned: "Little Dad, I will eat by myself, no need to feed."
Zhao Huaiyu lost his face. He quite liked this little thing. It looked a lot like the young master. Seeing him, he seemed to see the young master when he was a child.
This expression of his, combined with the previous words, was misunderstood by Shen Chuanchun, and his small hand pressed his big hand: "Little Daddy, don't cry, I'll feed you, don't be sad." Seeing Zhao Huaiyu's expression, he couldn't help crying, thinking that he didn't comfort him, and said quickly, "Or I'll feed you, little dad, don't cry."
Shen Qi smirked.
"I didn't want to cry!" Zhao Huaiyu was helpless.
Shen Chuanchun was ignorant, but stubbornly believed his previous words, feeling that he was holding on, with a caring expression on his face, coaxing him: "I know, little dad didn't cry, little dad is very strong, and Xiaochun won't cry in the future. "My little dad doesn't cry, okay?"
Zhao Huaiyu supported his forehead, and finally got rid of the image of the crying bag from his daughter-in-law. Is this going to be transferred to his son
He glared at Shen Qi who was gloating next to him: "What have you taught your son?"
Shen Qi corrected him seriously: "This is your son too."
Zhao Huaiyu was stunned for a moment, and it seemed that he finally came to his senses. He remembered the words in the letter, yes, this child was adopted by him and the young master, and he was their son.
However, Shen Qi remembered the words of the eldest wife and said, "Xiao Chun takes my surname, and you can also adopt a child from the Zhao family with your surname." Yu Bi added with a bad heart, "Are you moved? Cried?"
Zhao Huaiyu looked at Shen Chuanchun, and the child looked at him with dark and innocent eyes, as if he was worried that he would cry in the next second, and strange emotions floated in his chest.
Various images flashed through his mind like a movie. There was the scene of his biological mother who died young and ignored him because he hated the house and Wu, and the scene of the servants mocking and bullying him. Before his death, his mother took his hand to repent. , his father is indifferent to him and prefers Zhao Huaichao...
son…
He fixedly looked at Shen Chuanchun for a moment, then shook his head: "No, as long as Xiaochun is alone, my son, our son."
Shen Qi felt his mood change and took the initiative to shake his hand.
Zhao Huaiyu grinned brightly and held Xiao Chun with the other hand, looking at Shen Qi: "My daughter-in-law." He looked at Xiao Chun again, "My son."
"It's nice for the wife and children to have a hot kang head."
What responded to him was a cold kick from Shen Qi.
Zhao Huaiyu pouted and wanted to cry.
"Dad, don't bully little dad!" Shen Chuanchun resolutely respects the old and loves the young, and protects the weak.
"Zhao Huaiyu!"
The evening sun shines in from the low window of Linkang and falls on the noisy family of three, warm and meaningful.
"Happiness value +5."
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