Here Song Chuanjin just got in the car not long ago, and before he got home, the phone rang.
He looked down at the name, couldn't help but smile on his lips, put the phone to his ear, and asked with a smile, "What's the matter, Ah Qing? Miss me so soon?"
The boy's hesitant and nasal voice came from over there, "Brother, why don't we break up?"
Song Chuanjin's expression sank, and he squeezed his phone tightly, "Why?"
"That, that..."
He Qing's eyes were still red, and the tears on his face looked very pitiful. He took a pitiful look at the handsome man standing by the bed, and pouted his mouth, feeling even more aggrieved.
"Break up brother..."
The young man glanced at the bamboo board in the man's hand again like a thief, and asked with some doubts, "Brother, why don't you speak?"
I just confirmed the relationship with him, one second I was still talking passionately, and the next second I broke up.
Then, ask him why he doesn't speak
Song Chuanjin's eyes were dark, making it hard to see through his emotions.
His voice seemed to be squeezed out of his throat, and he asked He Qing, "Give me a reason."
reason
The young man raised his eyes timidly, met Mingzhe's gaze, and then abruptly withdrew his gaze as if frightened.
"The reason is... I don't like you, isn't it nice to be an older brother!"
Of course, this is his real idea.
And from the corner of his eyes, he became more determined after seeing the bamboo board hanging down by the man beside him.
You still have to kiss when you are together, but you don't need to be an older brother or younger brother.
The innocent boy who was raised naively thought that his brother would not mind, and then Song Chuanjin's gloomy voice came from over there.
"You don't like me, so who do you like?"
"elder brother?"
Hearing the young man's clear and pleasant voice, there was pure doubt in it, without any painful hesitation.
Song Chuanjin's heart seemed to be bound by a boulder, and he sank to the bottom of the water.
He closed his phone and closed his eyes tiredly.
Still, can't you
Hearing the voice from over there, He Qing took off his cell phone and looked at Mingzhe timidly, "It's over."
While speaking, his round eyes kept looking up at the bamboo board, full of fear.
It's all over, should this terrible thing be put away
Watching the young man while he was on the phone, Mingzhe can be sure that breaking up is a very simple matter for He Qing, there is no pain, no torture, and more fear of bamboo boards.
He doesn't like Song Chuanjin, no, it's more accurate to say that he has no affection for Song Chuanjin other than friendship.
So, how did He Qing, who has not yet opened his mind, confirm his relationship with Song Chuanjin
There were various thoughts in his mind, and he put them back after meeting the young man's timid gaze.
Putting the bamboo board in his hand back under the bed, seeing He Qing suddenly relieved and relaxed and cute, Mingzhe sat on the side of the bed and gently rubbed his soft hair.
The voice softened again, "Ah Qing, it's not that you are not allowed to fall in love, you are still young, and you can still do it when you are an adult."
The young man looked at the man ignorantly, "Can I fall in love with my brother when I grow up?"
Mingzhe's face suddenly sank, "Impossible."
Startled by his stern tone, He Qing pursed his mouth, and answered aggrievedly, "Oh..."
Seeing his aggrieved and blissful appearance, Mingzhe withdrew his stern gaze and continued, "Since you like men..."
"I don't like men..."
Mingzhe squeezed out a smile, "Okay, I don't like it, so Ah Qing hates being with men in the future?"
He Qing didn't quite understand, and it was a bit like a dream or an illusion in a dream.
Don't look at him usually being stupid, but he still knows a little about the common sense that he likes men and will be beaten by his parents.
Why did my uncle not only not beat him, but also seemed to encourage him
Seeing him in a daze, Mingzhe didn't mind, and continued, "Uncle won't interfere with you too much..."
The boy pursed his lips. Wasn't it his uncle who broke him up with Brother Chuanjin just now
Taking a panoramic view of his expression, the man stopped talking, and stood up with a slender figure, "Go to bed early, and I will take you to the company tomorrow."
He Qing sat by the bed, watched the man open the door and left, jumped up, wiped his eyes that were a little sore from crying before, got out of the bed and buried his head under the bed, rustling Know what you're doing.
Mingzhe pushed open the door again, and saw the boy's round buttocks shaking back and forth on the edge of the bed, his eyes dimmed, and he stepped forward and slapped it lightly.
"Hey!!!"
He Qing was startled, his head reflexively went up, but hit the bed board, he cried out in pain, crawled out from under the bed pitifully, covered his innocent and troubled head, and looked at the man aggrieved.
"Uncle, what are you doing!"
Mingzhe didn't expect that he would hit the bottom of the bed, so he was also startled, and quickly reached out to help rub it.
The boy put down his hand and let him rub it obediently.
"Shoulders are also uncomfortable, squeeze your shoulders..."
Enjoying and enjoying, this sentence popped out suddenly.
The man showed a helpless smile, his eyes were full of doting, "ghost elf."
Following the boy's wishes, he put his slender hands on He Qing's shoulders, kneading them gently and gently.
Seeing He Qing squinting his eyes and humming comfortably, Mingzhe smiled even deeper, "Are you comfortable?"
"It's so comfortable, thank you uncle..."
Hearing the soft thank you, the man's heart softened, and he squeezed a few more times before letting go.
The enjoyment was suddenly interrupted, and the young man looked at him unwillingly, "It still hurts."
"Just know how to play tricks on me, don't worry, there will be plenty of time in the future."
The pure He Qing didn't realize the meaning of his words, seeing that he stopped pinching, climbed onto the bed a little unhappy, and sat on the bed peacefully.
"I'm going to bed, good night uncle."
What a ghost, throw it away after use.
Mingzhe shook his head and laughed, turned around and was about to leave.
The boy behind him was still making a soft request, "Uncle, turn off the light for me."
As soon as the slender fingertips landed on the light button, He Qing suddenly realized that he stood up and asked Mingzhe.
"Uncle, do you have something to do with me when you come back?"
The man paused, then withdrew his hand to turn off the light, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, making him look even more handsome.
"Ah Qing didn't tell me, I would have forgotten."
As he spoke, he returned to the bedside under the suspicious eyes of the young man, and he lowered his arm, and the bamboo board fell into his hand.
He Qing, who just wanted to find the lost bamboo board while Mingzhe wasn't crawling under the bed: "..."
"This might still be useful, so I'll take it first." Mingzhe smiled and leaned over, his magnetic and pleasant voice lowered, "Good night, Ah Qing."
The well-shaped thin lips fell on the young man's forehead without making a sound.
He Qing stared blankly at the man, "Good night, uncle."
It wasn't until Mingzhe left with the bamboo board and closed the door and turned off the lights thoughtfully that the young man came to his senses and touched his forehead a little dullly.
I don't feel anything.
He has always kissed his uncle, why did his uncle kiss him this time
He didn't know why he always felt a little hot on his face, but he couldn't figure out the reason, so he had to lie down again.
Before going to bed, I suddenly remembered.
Uncle said that bamboo boards will be used next time! Then he still plans to hit him!
The young man who had never been beaten except the last time fell asleep feeling wronged.
He didn't sleep well that night. In the dream, the uncle was chasing and beating him with a bamboo plank in his hand. He was like Huo Tianhao. .
"Ah Qing, Ah Qing..."
He Qing opened his eyes with tears in his eyes, and there was still this shock in his eyes.
Mingzhe frowned and wiped away his tears with worry on his face, "What's the dream, crying so hard?"
The boy sat up sobbing, threw himself into the man's arms, and said with a choked voice, "I dreamed that my uncle beat me..."
"The beating hurts so much, no matter how much I beg uncle, you have to beat me..."
Feeling that the man was still soothing him gently, He Qing blinked and wiped all the tears on Mingzhe.
"Uncle, can you throw away the bamboo board?"
Mingzhe patted his little head gently, and said softly, "No."
After being stunned for several seconds, the boy burst into tears.
"Okay, don't cry."
Mingzhe let the boy out of his arms with a smile, "Hurry up and change your clothes, I will take you to the company today."
He Qing pouted, thinking of Song Chuanjin who was broken up yesterday, and asked a little guilty, "Can I not go?"
The man answered him gently, "No."
Seeing that He Qing looked like he was about to cry again, he smiled lightly and squeezed the young man's tender face, "Okay, don't cry, you will become ugly if you cry any more."
"I, I'm not a girl, it's okay to be ugly!"
Mingzhe was stunned, and found out that what He Qing said made a lot of sense, dumbfounded.
He threatened, "Uncle won't like you if you become ugly."
The boy choked, and quickly stopped crying, only staring at the man blankly with his round eyes.
The man couldn't help laughing out loud.
Seeing him laughing so hard, He Qing realized that he was laughing at himself, and immediately got annoyed, "Uncle!!"
"Okay, okay, uncle, don't laugh anymore, no matter whether you are good-looking or not, I like Ah Qing, are you happy?"
He Qing nodded aggrievedly, barely happy.
Seeing that he was well coaxed, the man stood up, lowered his head and gently kissed the young man on the forehead.
"good."
"Hurry up and change your clothes, I'll take you to the company."
He Qing sat on the bed, looked at the back of the man leaving, and stretched out his hand to touch his forehead in some confusion.
Good morning kiss
Ten minutes later, the well-dressed boy came down from the stairs, saw Mingzhe was reading a newspaper by the sofa, walked over and smacked him on the forehead.
Mingzhe's hands froze and he almost dropped the newspaper.
Almost in surprise, he raised his head and looked at the boy he raised with his own hands, "Ah Qing?"
"Is Uncle happy?" He Qing looked at him expectantly and asked.
Happy, of course happy.
He Qing kissed him coquettishly so many times before, but this time did not make him happy.
After getting an affirmative answer, the boy's eyes lit up, and he asked with confidence, "Can the bamboo board be thrown away?"
The surprise in Mingzhe's eyes fell, he lowered his head and flicked the newspaper nonchalantly, "No."
He Qing pursed his lips. Although he was not surprised by the answer, he still felt disheartened.
Looks like that scary bamboo board is here to stay...
With this extremely frustrating thought in mind, under Mingzhe's supervision, He Qing ate the most hated vegetable with a bitter face, and ate an egg with difficulty, and finally it was his favorite milk.
The teenager liked to drink milk since he was a child, and Mingzhe specially prepared it for him. He didn't like to use a straw, and every time he drank milk, he could wrap a circle around his mouth.
Of course, this time was no exception. He Qing put down the cup contentedly, and skillfully went to get a handkerchief beside him to wipe his mouth, but a slender hand stretched out and wiped it away bit by bit with full gentleness. The ring of milk around his mouth.
He Qing stared blankly at the man who was close at hand.
Mingzhe's gaze was very gentle, he concentrated on looking at the young man's pink lips, carefully and carefully wiped them for him slowly.
Usually, He Qing just wiped his mouth and never felt that something was wrong, but now seeing the man wipe his mouth so slowly and carefully, his face suddenly turned red.
"Uncle..." he stammered, "It's not that I'm unhygienic, I'll wipe it more next time."
After confessing and being lenient, He Qing could clearly feel that the hand on his lips paused, no, it was more like freezing.
He stared at the man in confusion, but saw the handsome man on the opposite side make a smile, and said in a deep magnetic voice, "I haven't grown up yet..."
A seventeen-year-old who considers himself an adult: "..."
Then, he felt his lips being rubbed by something, and then the man's hand was withdrawn.
Before He Qing could figure it out, he saw the handsome man on the opposite side looking at him fixedly, his calloused fingertips gently rubbing his thin lips.
Just now, what touched his lips seemed to be uncle's finger...
The boy's face turned red.
An ambiguous atmosphere hovered around the dining table, he looked at the man timidly, and opened his mouth to ask questions.
And Mingzhe just let him watch so frankly, without any intention of avoiding it.
Even, it seems that he still looks forward to asking him to ask.
Just when the atmosphere was getting weirder, the butler brought up the fruit after dinner with a smile, "Sir, young master, it's time to eat some fruit."
He Qing immediately looked away like a frightened little rabbit, took a small piece of watermelon in a concealed manner, and bit it off, but those beautiful eyes refused to fall on the man no matter what.
Mingzhe felt a little regretful, but it was okay.
Anyway, the future is long.
After eating the fruit, the man drove the boy to the company, but his worries were completely unnecessary, because Mingzhe didn't even intend to let him go downstairs, not even the door of the office.
If you don't let him run errands or work, then why should you let him do it.
Bored, He Qing lay down on the table again, and asked to go home again, "Uncle, I want to go home."
The man didn't lift his head, and his voice was clear and cold, "What do you want to do when you go home?"
"Watching TV, practicing calligraphy." The boy said the way he had always passed the time.
Mingzhe closed the document, raised his eyes to look at him, and smiled on his lips, "That's so boring."
The boy was stunned, but he has lived like this since he was a child.
He was stunned, but Mingzhe continued, "Come here."
"oh… "
He Qing walked over obediently, and a tablet was stuffed into his hand.
The man stretched out his slender fingers, opened it two or three times, pointed to the full screen of the mobile game interface and said, "Let's play."
He Qing: "..."
He hesitated to look down at the tablet, then raised his eyes to look at the man, almost thinking it was a dream.
Since he was a child, Mingzhe has strictly disciplined him to prevent him from getting in touch with these games, but now, he actually took them to play for himself
As if knowing what he was thinking, Mingzhe smiled even wider, "It's okay, aren't you bored, go sit and play on the sofa."
The boy hesitantly held the tablet in his hand, and hesitantly raised his eyes to look at the man, "Can I take it home to play?"
Mingzhe smiled and shook his head, extremely gentle, "No."
He Qing pouted, "Oh."
It doesn't seem like a dream.
The man put down his pen, just watched the young man aggrievedly walk to the edge of the sofa, and carefully played with the tablet tentatively.
Thinking of how strict I have been to him all these years, I can't help but feel a little guilty.
It was because he had taken it for granted that Ah Qing, no matter how strict his discipline was, he still couldn't become a genius.
In the past, Mingzhe still had a strict heart towards young people, but since he discovered his intentions, his original love has turned into 12 points, and he is even more unable to do anything.
Withdrawing his gaze, Mingzhe looked at the young man with a bright smile on the table, bowed his head with a smile on his lips and continued to work.
Even if He Qing didn't make a sound obediently, just thinking of him sitting there, the man's heart couldn't stop being happy.
This is the kid he raised and he knows him.
This child may not be enlightened yet, and may be a little stupid, but as long as the frog is boiled in warm water, it will be cooked one day.
The frog He Qing was staring at the Find Which Difference game on his mobile phone in a daze, and his raised delicate hands were twitching on it boredly.
[System, make a move.]
The system popped up, [May I ask where the host needs help.]
[Uncle Ming regards me so strictly, how can I get in touch with the mission target?]
System: [Please choose points to pay the bill, 6666, get the primary solution, 8800...]
He Qing closed the game quietly, [Okay, you can leave smoothly, I will find a way by myself.]
Sure enough, the system should not be counted on.
The young man's round, beautiful big eyes quietly looked at the man, and when he saw that he seemed to be at work and could not take care of himself, his eyes suddenly lit up.
He put down the tablet, carefully got up from the sofa, pretended that he was an invisible person, and quietly walked towards the door.
Closer, closer, closer!
"Where do you want to go?"
A magnetic voice sounded coolly from behind, He Qing's body froze, and he turned around slowly, with grievance already on his white and tender face.
"This game is not fun! I want to go home!"
"go home?"
Mingzhe looked up and down the young man, his eyes were heavy and he couldn't see his emotions clearly, "Do you want to go home, or do you want to find Song Chuanjin?"
The boy pouted, "I didn't think about looking for him, I just wanted to go home."
As soon as he finished saying this, he found that the man stood up, his face immediately froze, and he took a step back cautiously, subconsciously trying to escape, but his body leaned against the door.
He Qing watched the handsome man leave the desk and walk towards this side, his eyes were slightly narrowed on that handsome face, and he looked calm and arrogant, and he was suddenly frightened.
Mingzhe just walked in front of the young man, before he could speak, he was stopped by the young man's suddenly raised voice.
"I'm not going home!"
Relying on his rich imagination, the young man scared himself out of his wits, looked at the man warily, and sat back on the sofa almost leaning against the wall.
Really, like a little milk cat.
Mingzhe couldn't help shaking his head and laughing, his eyes were full of doting, he walked over and sat beside him under the vigilant eyes of the young man.
He picked up the tablet on the sofa, with a deep smile in his voice, "Come on, what's not fun, I'll help you find something fun."
Like a vigilant and angry kitten, the boy looked at him for a few seconds before Ai Ai leaned over, stretching out his white and tender fingertips to show him.
"I can not remember."
Mingzhe just glanced at it and knew roughly what was going on.
He Qing's memory was not very good since he was a child. When he was young, other children could memorize it two or three times, but he had to recite it more than five times, and he always forgot.
This is due to the premature birth and the problem of not being well treated in the early stage. Mingzhe is aware of this, so he has not been too strict with his studies.
Seeing the young man's pitiful and aggrieved appearance, the man felt pity in his heart, he clicked on this game, and transferred to another one very seriously.
"This game is not fun, let's change it."
The young man looked over curiously, and saw the man open the game page and operate it with his slender hands.
"This, this, this!!"
Looking at it, the young man couldn't help but immersed himself in it. Seeing that the game character was about to be hit, he immediately shouted anxiously.
Mingzhe didn't rush or panic, he dodged and dodged, and fought back, winning the game.
He put down the tablet, looked at the young man with a steady face, and sure enough, he saw that his eyes were shining brightly, admiring little stars.
"Uncle, you are so good! I have seen Tianhao play before, and he is not so good!"
Being boasted by someone he regards as his son and being boasted by someone he likes are two completely different feelings, Mingzhe listened with comfort in his heart, and hugged the boy in his arms.
"Come on, uncle will teach you."
He Qing didn't take it seriously and leaned into his arms, looking at the interface on the tablet happily.
With the one he likes in his arms, Mingzhe can't take care of his work, his hands keep moving, and he enjoys teaching the teenagers how to play games.
When there was a knock on the door, Mingzhe was fighting with others, and the boy in his arms looked at the tablet without blinking.
The man's eyes fell on the game interface, he thought it was the secretary, "Come in."
The door was pushed open, and Song Chuanjin stood outside.
He opened his mouth to speak just now, but found that the two were leaning against each other. The boy was even nestled in the man's arms, looking at the tablet with a smile on his face.
Neither of them had time to look up.
Seeing that He Qing was very happy, Song Chuanjin felt sore and bitter.
After receiving He Qing's call last night, he woke up completely, and he didn't sleep all night, thinking about redeeming himself today.
The reason why He Qing was with him was clear to Song Chuanjin.
The boy was not enlightened at all, and the only thing he could agree to be with him was his coaxing. Under such circumstances, he shouldn't have made too many intimate actions. Last night, he tried to kiss and was dodged. Doesn't it prove that Did he understand the attitude in He Qing's heart
The more she thought about it, the more she regretted it. Song Chuanjin left home early in the morning, intending to explain it to He Qing.
But he didn't expect that what he saw was such a happy young man smiling.
It's like, it's not overshadowed by the haze of their breakup at all.
"Win!!" Just as Song Chuanjin stood at the door in a daze, Mingzhe on the sofa over there finally defeated his opponent. The young man was happy and excited, hugging the man and boasting non-stop.
"Uncle, you are so powerful, why are you so powerful!"
The man felt comfortable after being praised, and was about to pet the boy's head pamperingly, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Song Chuanjin who was standing stiffly at the door.
He frowned and looked up.
He Qing was led to look over by his actions, but was stunned when he saw who was standing outside the door.
Under the eyes of the two, Song Chuanjin smiled and asked somewhat reluctantly, "Uncle Ming, can I have a few words with Ah Qing?"
Mingzhe's eyes were gloomy, and the relaxation and joy he had just been alone with the young man was gone. He closed the game, and his eyes fell on the anxious young man beside him.
"Does Ah Qing want to go out?"
He Qing looked hesitantly at Song Chuanjin and then at Mingzhe, and replied hesitantly, "Uncle, I'll just go there and come back."
It really is so...
Even though he had already guessed the answer, Mingzhe's heart was still foggy. He stood up, his expression no longer as relaxed as before.
"Go ahead, I'll give you five minutes."
He sat on the sofa, watched the boy follow Song Chuanjin out, wiped the tiredness from his eyes, and returned to his seat.
He Qing followed Song Chuanjin out, clenched his hands uncomfortably, "Brother..."
"Ah Qing." Song Chuanjin interrupted what he was going to say next, looked at the boy tenderly, and said first, "I want to apologize to you for what happened yesterday."
He Qing was startled, "What?"
"Yesterday I shouldn't have wanted to kiss you without your consent. Even if we were a couple, it was too abrupt. It was my fault."
The boy waved his hand hesitantly, "No, it's okay, actually brother, what I want to tell you is..."
Song Chuanjin suddenly grabbed his hand, his eyes were full of seriousness, "Ah Qing, what did I do wrong, just tell me, and I will change it."
"Yeah, no..."
He Qing said hesitantly, "That is, I feel that my feelings for you may not be what you said."
Song Chuanjin's heart sank, and his voice became cold, "Then what do you think?"
"that is… "
He Qing pursed his lips and smiled shyly, "It's just like on TV."
Before Song Chuanjin could continue, he continued, "Also, uncle already knows that if I don't break up with my brother, he will beat me."
Mingzhe already knew
Song Chuanjin was startled, and subconsciously panicked for a moment.
The boy continued to say, "Brother, don't be angry, it's the same as before, isn't it good to be like a brother?"
brother
Like the pudgy boy at home who eats and sleeps
Song Chuanjin's eyes were full of gloom, and he lost the panic just because Mingzhe knew about it.
"Ah Qing." He asked, "No brother would want to sleep with a younger brother."
Under the stare of the young man, Song Chuanjin said, "When I saw you, I didn't think about how to take you to play, but how to press you on the bed, and penetrated you bitterly, watching you I'm crying."
"Every time I see you, what I think about is how I can get closer to you, I want to be close to you all the time, understand?"
Seeing that He Qing seemed to be stupefied with fright, he closed his eyes and opened them again, covering up all his previous emotions, and let out a soft breath.
"It's okay, you like me, I know it."
As if he was deceiving himself, a smile slowly appeared on the corner of his lips, and he wiped the boy's head lightly like before.
"I will prove with practical actions how much I like you."
[Ding! Song Chuanjin's favorability: 91]
He Qing stood where he was, watching his figure disappear as the elevator turned, eyes full of confusion.
[His favorability level tells me that he really likes me, but unfortunately, he only likes those who don't like him.]
System: [The host please continue to work hard.]
He Qing turned around and responded with a deadpan expression, [Okay, okay]
System: […] Dramatist.
Sitting back on the sofa again, the young man picked up the tablet again without much interest, Mingzhe looked up at him, and didn't make a sound.
Sure enough, after a while He Qing couldn't help it anymore, he tapped the screen again and again, his soft voice was full of distress.
"Uncle, can I really not be with Brother Chuanjin?"
Mingzhe stopped writing, and slowly exerted force with his hand, "No."
"Why? I think I like Brother Chuanjin quite a bit."
The boy poked the tablet and asked, "Don't you mind if I like men?"
"If I don't mind, are you going to be with Song Chuanjin?"
There was already anger in the man's voice, but the boy didn't notice it at all, and was still lighting the tablet over and over again.
"Well, I think brother Chuanjin seems really good, you see he looks good!"
He Qing threw down the tablet and began to count Song Chuanjin's advantages.
"The character is also gentle."
Mingzhe used more and more force.
"And he is very kind to me!"
Veins had burst out on the back of the man's hand, and he was still trembling slightly, angry.
"The most important thing is! Actually, I think as long as Chuanjin doesn't kiss me, I don't mind holding hands. Uncle, what do you think..."
"Snapped-"
As if nothing had happened, Mingzhe slowly put down the half of the pen in his hand under the stunned gaze of the young man, his voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.
"Don't think about it, I don't agree."
"oh… "
Staring blankly at the half of the pen, the boy completely gave up the idea of being with Song Chuanjin.
I always feel that if he really tells his uncle that, it won't just be the pen that will be broken next time.
Since the topic was not very good, and he didn't want to play games, He Qing cleverly changed the topic.
"Uncle, if Brother Chuanjin can't do it, will I still get married in the future?"
"No." The man answered in the affirmative.
He Qing is not in the same household registration book with him, so of course he can get married.
"Then I must choose a good-looking one, so that we will have many babies together in the future."
The young man thought very smoothly, but he didn't have to be responsible for thinking about it anyway.
"Snapped-"
The second pen in Mingzhe's hand was dismembered again.
He knew clearly in his heart that the child hadn't enlightened yet, and he didn't have a general concept yet, just relying on innocent thinking.
But as long as he thinks that the boy will form a family with a woman in the future, the jealousy in his heart will never be extinguished.
What are you waiting for eighteen years old!
The handsome man stood up, his eyes were gloomy and he couldn't see his emotions clearly, but he didn't look very good looking from his expressionless face.
He Qing was still hallucinating happily at first, but when he raised his eyes and saw such a scene, he was instantly terrified.
He didn't say anything just now! Why did my uncle seem to be very angry and walked towards me!
Mingzhe was indeed very angry, angry with the young man, but even more angry with himself.
He stepped forward, looking fixedly at the young man with slightly upturned eyes.
"uncle… "
Looking at his dangerous eyes, He Qing subconsciously stretched out his hand to protect his spanked butt, "I, I broke up with my brother..."
Mingzhe lowered his head, leaned over slowly, and placed his lips between the tender lips of the young man.
The boy opened his eyes wide in shock, and by the way, opened his mouth wide.