After all, comparing this illegitimate child who appeared suddenly with the son I raised with my own hands, how should I choose? I believe it is impossible for any individual to have a second answer.
Mrs. He was arranged by the person in charge of the He family to take He Mingxuan to the room where he was going to stay, while He Zhanxun was left behind to report on the merger of the organization.
The two just turned a corner, and when the two men couldn't see them, Mrs. He's face immediately became ferocious.
"You little bastard, you are as cheap as your mother! Back then he seduced my husband with his looks, and now you dare to spoil my son! I'll give you one last chance, find a reason to get out, or don't blame me I won’t leave you with a whole corpse!”
"I also want to leave, but who made your precious son like me, insisting on keeping me by your side." He Mingxuan smiled lightly, and his words were slightly smug.
"You bastard, you don't eat the toast, do you want to eat the fine wine?" Mrs. He was furious, she raised her hand and wanted to slap him.
But the moment she fell, her wrist was firmly grasped, and then she twisted hard, and before she could scream, she was thrown to the ground aside.
"I think you are the one who wants to be unhappy?" He Zhanxun's long and narrow eyes were as sharp as a poisonous snake ready to prey at any time.
This made Mrs. He swallow the scream that Madam He just wanted to blurt out.
"I... Zhan Xun, I'm your mother. How could you treat me like this for such a bastard?" Mrs. He's eyes widened in disbelief.
He Zhanxun bowed his head and kissed He Mingxuan's slightly pouty mouth, and smiled, before mocking any woman on the ground who replied.
"You want to control me? Heh... you should take good care of your younger brother and nephew!" He sneered, wrapped He Mingxuan's shoulders with one hand, and grabbed the suitcase from his hand with the other. He was taken away.
He Mingxuan's room was arranged next to He Zhanxun's.
As soon as he entered the room, he locked the door heavily, and then without giving the person in his arms any time to breathe, he pressed down the hot kiss frantically and aggressively.
"Hmm..." He Mingxuan felt that his tongue was about to be tangled, and he stretched out his hand to push him away.
But in exchange for the other party's even crazier confinement.
He Zhanxun grabbed his hands, raised them above his head, and then pressed against the door, clasped his wrists with one hand, and clamped them tightly.
Not only did the kiss become more forceful, but the other hand also lifted his belt and slipped it down little by little.
Such a move brought He Mingxuan more fierce resistance.
He Zhanxun frowned slightly impatiently, then let go of his lips, but his hand was in control of He Mingxuan's indescribable place and pinched hard.
"Hmm..." He Mingxuan's face turned pale from pain, and there was still a slight sweat on his forehead.
"Why do you think you can't learn well?" He Zhanxun's voice was as cold as a cicada, and he said dangerously and charmingly close to his ear, "Before I stop, this game will never end, don't you Obedient, I can only punish you well."
These words made He Mingxuan's eyes widen instantly.
He was so frightened that chills shot up from his back, and he desperately wanted to run away, but He Zhanxun sneered, directly hugged him horizontally, and threw him heavily on the bed.