Ignoring the snot and tears on the sweater on his chest, he hummed.
Huang Dan frowned and looked at him, "You were injured in an accident. You told me that you had something to deal with. People were recovering in the hospital, but they said they were in a hotel. Uncle, which of your words is true?"
Nie Wenyuan took a puff of cigarette, hiding his eyebrows and eyes in the smoke, blocking the fleeting tenderness, "Uncle does have something to deal with."
Huang Dan looked at the man, "Is that dealt with?"
Nie Wenyuan calmly said, "Not yet."
Huang Dan took a breath, followed by the smell of cigarette smoke from the man's nose and mouth, stirring into his heart, "You brought me here and put it in the bedroom, did you expect it long ago? Will something happen?"
"Was the person who was ordered by Wang Ming that night, or someone else? Uncle, have you ever thought about it? If I didn't practice qiāng after you left, hunting would be just a decoration for me."
Nie Wenyuan said, "If you hold it in your hand, you can scare people."
Huang Dan, "… "
Nie Wenyuan's bloodless lips pursed into a straight line. He opened his mouth and said in a low voice, "It's because my uncle was not thoughtful and put Xiao in danger. It won't happen in the future. Uncle promises you with the rest of his life."
Huang Dan was moved by the man's words. In fact, he knew everything, but he had to say something, "Uncle, I don't like you lying to me."
Nie Wenyuan's body trembled, and the fingers holding the cigarette trembled.
Huang Dan wiped his eyes and said to him seriously, "You have kept your promise and come back, I can't make trouble unreasonably, I can't blame you for concealing, because your starting point is all for me, so I can't treat you like that, otherwise I will I would hate myself."
After a pause, Huang Dan sighed, "But uncle, I'm in a very bad mood right now. I'm going to the bedroom to let myself be quiet for a while. You're not allowed to come in."
He went upstairs and left the man in the living room.
Nie Wenyuan covered the wound in his abdomen and bent over to cough. The blue veins on his forehead were protruding from the cough. He threw the cigarette on the ground and put it out with his leather shoes. He turned around and gave the coffee table a kick.
The coffee table suffered first, then the sofa, tables and chairs. Nie Wenyuan's scolding was in the middle of those noises. I don't know if they were angry with themselves or because of people who didn't solve the problem.
The few people outside the door looked at me and I looked at you. After making sure they heard correctly, their eyes widened, and their eyeballs were about to fall to the ground.
The director's cultivation is too high, like Mount Everest. Ordinary people are absolutely incomparable. They have no hope in their lives and can only admire them. They have followed the director for many years, and they have never heard the director swear. I don't know how to scold, it's quite natural.
They swallowed their saliva, Director Ganqing was also a rough man at heart.
I don't know what's going on, but they have the illusion that the director has been slaughtered at the little nephew's place and has been wronged.
Nie Wenyuan walked in the living room for a while and went upstairs. He went with the open wound. The intention of the bitter plan was obvious. This time he made a decision. No matter what choice and reaction the little nephew would make, the result would be the same.
The door was unlocked, and Huang Dan sat on the ground with his back against the edge of the bed. He seemed to be thinking about something, and seemed to be in a daze.
Pushing the door into the bedroom, Nie Wenyuan walked to his little nephew and squatted down. This action affected his abdominal injury, his face twisted a bit, the corners of his lips pressed forbearance, and he held his little nephew's hand on his knee. Hold, rub it lightly with a rough palm.
"Less than, look at uncle."
Huang Dan listened to the breath in his ear and knew that the man had made up his mind, his eyes flashed, and there was no response.
Nie Wenyuan approached slowly, and he rubbed his stubborn chin on his little nephew's clean and fair cheeks, followed by thin, dry lips.
Huang Dan didn't move, just bowed his head and was kissed by the man.
Nie Wenyuan didn't touch his nephew's teeth, but just rubbed his lips lightly.
Huang Dan moved this time, he took the initiative to open his mouth, and his tongue nudged the corner of the man's mouth.
Nie Wenyuan's breathing suddenly became heavy, and his lips were stiff. It was the second time in his life that he was at a loss. The first time was when he found that he couldn't move his mind toward his little nephew, and the second time was now.
Huang Dan called, not his uncle, but his name, "Nie Wenyuan, kiss me."
Nie Wenyuan's eyes opened slightly, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, he pinched his little nephew's face, and poked into the other's warm mouth.
There was a smell of smoke in Huang Dan's mouth, as well as a man's breath. He put his hand on the man's shoulder, patted it a few times, and said in the gap between lips and teeth, "Don't kiss me so hard, it hurts."
The strength of Nie Wenyuan's lips and tongue softened. He will be forty in a few years, and he has never kissed anyone, even his two nieces are only in