Lin Yazhi started smoking again.
Originally because his son didn't like it, he had quit smoking for more than half a year.
But this time, he just smoked in front of Lin Qian.
He wanted to let his son know that his father would be rebellious too.
The only thing that is not cool enough is that because of quitting smoking, there is no ready-made tobacco at home. After he beat Zheng Pingqing, he had to go to the canteen downstairs to buy a pack of cigarettes.
This time and again, the anger becomes incoherent.
Fortunately, Lin Qian still hated him smoking. Seeing him taking out the tobacco, he had no choice but to persuade him, "Dad, smoking is bad for your health."
Seeing that his son cared about him as always, Lin Yazhi felt better, but he still had to do his best. He turned the lighter, lit the fire with a snap, and snorted coldly, "That's better than being pissed off by you guys. ."
Lin Qian looked at him quietly and did not speak.
Lin Yazhi: "..." Suddenly felt an invisible pressure.
Lin Yazhi took a deep breath in his heart, deliberately taking a cigarette in front of Lin Qian: "I just smoked, you can't control it, anyway, you are not the first to tell me that you are gay."
Zheng Pingqing was still lying on the sofa, humming, "Uncle, just like you, I told you earlier, do I still have a life to take the college entrance examination?"
Poor Zheng Pingqing, his body was blue and purple at this time, and he didn't bleed, but he looked quite terrifying.
Of course, it was all skin injuries, so Lin Yazhi still picked up the place to hit.
"Cough-cough-" Lin Yazhi took a puff of cigarette so hard that he choked at once. He finally calmed down and jumped angrily: "I don't care, you should be the first to tell me if you mess with my son."
The corner of Lin Qian's mouth twitched imperceptibly.
He really didn't expect that they survived the stage of coming out, but they didn't survive the stage of coming out.
Lin Yazhi was even more angry than the fact that his son was gay, but he was not the first person to know that his son was gay.
The competitive genes of the Lin family really permeated every aspect of life.
Lin Qian sighed and let out a sigh of relief: "Okay, I'll let you smoke a cigarette today."
Lin Yazhi replied stubbornly: "How much I like to smoke, you can't control me."
Lin Qian looked at him with a light tone: "Oh."
Lin Yazhi: "..." What's the matter with the sudden emptiness
Lin Qian asked, "Are you sure you won't let me take care of it in the future?"
Lin Yazhi: "..." Of course not! How can my son ignore him in the future!
Lin Yazhi took the cigarette from his mouth, and said angrily, "...just today."
Zheng Pingqing screamed and sold miserably on the sofa, while observing the situation of their father and son from the corner of the eye. Hearing this conversation, Lei De forgot to howl.
Zheng Pingqing: "..." My father-in-law was a little unmotivated.
Lin Qian nodded knowingly: "Okay, how many cigarettes are you going to smoke today?"
Lin Yazhi said stubbornly, "I want you to take care of it!"
Lin Qian repeated the question: "How much?"
Lin Yazhi's lips trembled slightly, and said stiffly, "At least one pack."
Seeing Lin Qian staring at him without saying a word, he added, "I won't give in."
Zheng Pingqing finally couldn't bear it anymore, completely forgetting that he was still a "wounded number", and couldn't help but let out a "poof" sound.
Lin Qian and Lin Yazhi turned to look.
Zheng Pingqing hugged her calf very quickly, and began to roll slightly on the sofa, screaming, "It hurts, it hurts—"
Lin Yazhi looked at his conspicuous bruises, and finally felt a little better, and walked to the balcony with a cigarette in his hand: "I'm going to smoke a pack of cigarettes today, don't worry about me."
Zheng Pingqing looked at Lin Qian: "Take care of me, take care of me."
Lin Yazhi: "..." Really angry! I really want to hit him again.
But he had already walked out of the balcony, and it would have been disrespectful to turn back again.
Lin Yazhi pressed his chest, dragged a rattan chair, sat down on his butt, and started lighting a cigarette, smoking, all in one go.
Lin Qian saw that his father had finally calmed down, so he went to help Zheng Pingqing. Although he knew it was just a skin injury, he was still very distressed when he saw his tragic condition, so he took the family medicine box and said, "Go, go to the room. , I'll give you some medicine."
Zheng Pingqing (pretending) was tearful: "Okay."
When the two arrived in the room, Zheng Pingqing lay down on the bed and began to sell miserably: "Hani, I think I'm dying."
Lin Qian took out the medicated oil from the small medicine box, and said helplessly, "I see, you're not good enough, I'll wipe it for you."
Zheng Ping hummed lightly, and touched the sensitive parts of his body with both hands: "Here, here, here, and here..."
He pointed to the chest, abdomen, and thighs, but he even blatantly pointed to the position of the genitals.
Lin Qian shook his head sadly: "My dad is going too far, even beating this place is going to ruin my happiness for the rest of my life."
Zheng Pingqing nodded vigorously: "Yes, it's too much, but it can be rescued now, please give me some oil."
Lin Qian thought about it for a while, and found an expired bottle of balsamic essence from the small medicine cabinet: "Then try this."
Zheng Pingqing: "..."
Zheng Pingqing protected the vital organs with both hands: "It's amazing, maybe it's because of the warmth of your love that it just healed automatically."
Lin Qian Shi Shiran put the wind oil essence back: "That's really good."
He said, took the medicated oil, turned over to the bed and began to undress Zheng Pingqing.
Zheng Pingqing was a little shy: "Although he has recovered, your father is still outside. Wouldn't it be bad?"
Lin Qian ignored him, took off his shirt, and pressed the bruise on his shoulder that was beginning to turn purple.
Zheng Pingqing really screamed this time: "Ow—"
Lin Qian: "Have you cleaned up the yellow waste in your brain?"
Zheng Pingqing was really tearful: "It's clean, you can apply the medicine."
Lin Qian carefully rubbed the medicine on his injured area to confirm that Lin Yazhi really had experience and didn't really hurt Zheng Pingqing. Only then did he completely let go of his breath, and leaned over to kiss Zheng Pingqing with his hand on the spot where he was injured. He caressed and said, "Take care of your wounds, don't make me worry..."
Zheng Pingqing held down his head and kissed him back, still unfulfilled and a little worried: "You hit harder before, didn't you worry about it then?"
For the first time, Lin Qian told him the truth: "Actually... I was worried too."
"Really?" Zheng Pingqing jumped up, suddenly excited, "Then you lied to me when you said you didn't like me before?"
Lin Qian looked at him while leaning on the pillow, with a little smile in his eyes: "What can I do, from high school to work, I occupied almost all of my time for you, and I didn't have the chance to meet other people, so I had to share my worries. One point for you."
Zheng Pingqing looked at him, suddenly pressed down, and buried his head on his neck: "Then you don't admit it, you've made me worry about gains and losses for so long!"
Lin Qian smiled lightly: "I didn't think at first that you are serious."
Zheng Ping said lightly, "In my last life plus this one, I liked you alone, can I still be serious?"
"Yeah." Lin Qian stroked the back of his head and bit his ear lightly, "Because I also worry about gains and losses."
…
Lin Yazhi sat on the balcony smoking a suffocating cigarette.
More and more boring.
When he thought that he was the last to know that his son and Zheng Pingqing were in love, he was almost mad.
At this moment, the problem of my son engaging in homosexuality seems less serious.
He had deep doubts about his importance in the family.
The sky slowly darkened, and after an unknown amount of time, Lin Yazhi's phone rang suddenly.
He picked it up and looked at it, but it was Zheng Bulu.
Presumably, Zheng Bulu has long known about the relationship between the two sons. After all, he is the only head of the Zheng family.
Anyway, he is the only one in the world who doesn't know.
Thinking of this, Lin Yazhi threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stomped it hard, then answered the phone and said in a rough voice, "What are you doing?"
Zheng Bulu was taken aback by the sudden roughness of Lin Yazhi. You must know that Lin Yazhi and him on the phone before were both gentle and gentle, just like him.
It turned out that the friendly greeting that came to his mouth was swallowed hard, and Zheng Bulu made a haha and said, "Brother Lin, my assistant said that the restaurant called to confirm, saying that you didn't go to dinner, so I came to ask, Let's see what's going on here?"
Lin Yazhi snorted coldly, and said strangely, "Don't you know what happened?"
Zheng Bulu was inexplicable: "How do you say this?"
Lin Yazhi said "hehe": "You don't have to pretend, your son explained it to me this afternoon, and I know it."
Zheng Bulu was very confused: "What did Ping Qing tell you? I don't quite understand."
Lin Yazhi cursed Zheng Bulu crazily in his heart. No one with the surname Zheng is a good thing. At this time, he pretended to be garlic!
He said indifferently: "I already know that your son and my son are in love."
As soon as Lin Yazhi finished speaking, he heard an earth-shattering cry from the other end of the phone: "What did you say—"
Across the phone, Lin Yazhi also heard that his voice was broken.
Lin Yazhi frowned slightly: "What? You don't know?"
Zheng Bulu went crazy: "What do I know, me? What the hell is going on? You're not joking with me, are you? How could Ping Qing and Aqian..."
Zheng Bulu couldn't organize his language for a while: "Brother Lin, tell me carefully, what happened?"
But he heard a little joy in Lin Yazhi's voice: "What? You really don't know?"
This joy was very subtle, but Zheng Bulu keenly captured it, and he was immediately puzzled. He didn't understand what was worthy of Lin Yazhi's joy, but he responded to him first: "I really don't know. If you know it, can you endure it until now?"
On the other end of the phone, the corners of Lin Yazhi's mouth began to rise.
Turns out he wasn't the last one to know.
Lin Yazhi thought about those who knew earlier than him.
Shao Sijia, a little more important than him, is acceptable.
Chen Shiyi, who is a little more important than him, can also accept it.
Zheng Bulu... Unacceptable, but Zheng Bulu knew it later than he did!
Lin Yazhi was depressed for most of the day, and suddenly gained a distorted balance.
At the very least, his importance in the two families is still higher than that of Zheng Bulu.
Zheng Bulu waited a long time for Lin Yazhi to reply, and hurriedly said "hello" again: "Brother Lin, please tell me in detail, what the hell is going on?"
Lin Yazhi was suddenly in a good mood, and even obtained strange satisfaction from the twisted balance, and began to command Zheng Bulu condescendingly: "Brother Zheng, why are you so excited, it's just homosexuality, and it's not illegal."
Zheng Bulu: "..."
Zheng Bulu was shocked. If he remembered correctly, Lin Yazhi didn't have this attitude when he just picked up the phone. Why did he suddenly sublime after only two minutes
The richest man Zheng, who has been in the mall for a long time, stuttered a little: "No, no, Brother Lin, those are my son and your son. How can this matter, this matter, be handled so easily?"
Lin Yazhi imitated Chen Shiyi's tone: "I think the two of them are pretty good, just take a look."
Anyway, he could see that it was impossible for him to break up his son and that little bastard, so he simply pretended to be coercive in front of Zheng Bulu and felt Zheng Bulu's frightened appearance, which was also excellent.
Zheng Bulu was really confused: "Brother Lin, aren't you kidding me? Are you going to let me see it?"
Lin Yazhi secretly mocked him for not being aware of current affairs, and his tone was still very elegant: "Yes, that's what I think."
Zheng Bulu: "No, I'll rush back now, I have to talk to them face to face."
Lin Yazhi's psychology has been completely twisted, and he can't wait to suffer more than he has suffered, and immediately said: "Okay, come on."
After hanging up the phone, Lin Yazhi stopped smoking, threw the remaining half pack of cigarettes into the trash can, got up briskly and went back to the house, and shouted quite happily: "I ordered takeout, what do you want to eat? ?"
For a long time, there was no reply from the room.
Lin Yazhi frowned, feeling that things were not easy. He went outside Lin Qian's room to open the door, but found that the door was locked.
Lin Yazhi: ! ! ! !
Lin Yazhi knocked on the door frantically: "Why do you lock the door? Come out, don't hide in there without making a sound! Come out quickly!"
"Come out! Or I'll hit the door!"
After a while, the door suddenly opened.
Lin Qian looked at him sleepily: "Zheng Pingqing asked you to beat him up, he's tired, he's sleeping."
Lin Yazhi: "..."
Alas, he is no longer a carefree middle-aged man.
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Lin Yazhi: Real smoking.