Chen Xing's Christmas vacation was over, and he was going back to the United States to take the remaining semester courses and apply for universities. This time, Lin Xiucheng didn't let him go alone, and accompanied him to San Francisco.
Gu Qing asked Chen Xing to have dinner together at night, and when he saw Lin Xiucheng standing next to him, he was stunned for a long time, and said, "I thought you two would never see each other again."
Then asked Chen Xing: "What are you doing in Morocco?"
Chen Xing shrugged: "Transfer to London."
Lin Xiucheng smiled and led Chen Xing inside.
During the dinner, Gu Qing saw that something was wrong between the two, and couldn't believe his eyes. He wriggled his mouth and wanted to ask, but watched Lin Xiucheng peel a bowl full of shrimp, and then changed bowls with Chen Xing. Chen Xing leaned over and kissed Touching the corner of Lin Xiucheng's mouth, he said, "Thank you, Dad."
Gu Qing stopped asking, put down his chopsticks and shook his head, expressing that he had no more eyes to look at.
Chen Xing applied to four universities near London, and focused on applying to Oxford. Of course, he didn't tell Lin Xiucheng, mainly because he was afraid that he would laugh at him.
There was another school that I didn't know what to choose. I happened to see Manchester United and Real Madrid playing football on TV, so I applied for the University of Manchester.
In March, he received the only admission notice, and the others were rejection letters. The school that admitted him was the University of Manchester.
Lin Xiucheng asked Chen Xing about the university, but Chen Xing didn't say anything, because he was afraid that if he told Lin Xiucheng now, he would break his leg and tie him down in a wheelchair at home. In fact, Manchester City is not that far away. The boat is done, and the boat will be straight when it reaches the bridge. You have to learn to accept life, right
In June, Chen Xing graduated, and Lin Xiucheng came to attend his graduation ceremony. It was very rare for Chen Xing to wear a suit and sit under the stage.
Back home at night, Chen Xing checked the luggage he had packed a few days ago, and Lin Xiucheng stood at the entrance and looked at him with arms folded.
"Manchester? Not bad," he said, praising Chen Xing, "I thought that with your grades, you would miss university, and only Dad would pay you to build one."
Chen Xing only felt guilty for a second, and said confidently, "It's only two and a half hours from London by train."
"It's much closer than America."
"Didn't you ask me to come to the United States?" Chen Xing asked him, "Why are you so weird?"
"It's not impossible for you to go." Lin Xiucheng walked over, put his hand on Chen Xing's neck, and slid it slowly.
Chen Xing let out a long voice, and grabbed Lin Xiucheng's hand, not allowing him to touch it randomly: "What Master Xiu wants me to do is not a matter of one sentence."
Lin Xiucheng looked at Chen Xing's meticulous formal attire from head to toe, and instructed him: "Do you want me to tell you to take off your clothes?"
Chen Xing obediently took off his suit, and just as he unbuttoned two shirts, Lin Xiucheng changed his mind: "Keep the shirt."
Soon, only a white shirt was left on his body, Lin Xiucheng pressed his shoulder: "Kneel down."
Chen Xing knelt between Lin Xiucheng's legs, and without Lin Xiucheng's instruction, he took the initiative to untie his belt, pull down his pants, and licked his genitals.
Lin Xiucheng was quickly licked hard by Chen Xing, and he looked down at his adopted son who was serving him.
Chen Xing still had the shackles that Lin Xiucheng handcuffed for him on his ankles, a cold metal ring. He took off the chain, but he didn't ask Lin Xiucheng for the key. He was very keen to leave everything behind. The things inherited to him created the illusion that he was really Lin Xiucheng's appendage, which fascinated Lin Xiucheng.
Chen Xing sucked hard, the soft flesh in his mouth tightly wrapped Lin Xiucheng, Lin Xiucheng couldn't help but grabbed his hair and moved him away: "Lie down on the dining table."
The dining table in Chen Xing’s house was made of a whole piece of white marble. Chen Xing lay on the table. He and Lin Xiucheng hadn’t seen each other for a while, until the marks on his body disappeared, and his white flesh almost merged with the table. .
He felt that the stone was too cold, so he pushed it away a little, and was pressed up by Lin Xiu again. His elbow bumped against the stone surface, which hurt a little. He turned to look at Lin Xiucheng: "Father is so rough."
Lin Xiucheng reached out to take the olive oil on the dining table, and dripped it on Chen Xing's waist: "Isn't that what you want Dad to be like?"
He put his hand in front of Chen Xing, and Chen Xing's penis had already stood up, sticking to the cold marble, warming a small piece of stone surface.
Lin Xiucheng used two fingers to send olive oil into Chen Xing's cunt, feeling the taste of being bitten by him, then added another finger, thrusting a few times, holding his cock on Chen Xing's ass Sliding up, sliding past Chen Xing's constricted meat hole several times, but it just wouldn't go in.
Chen Xing couldn't bear to wait, turned around and lay down on the dining table, propped up his body on his elbows, and clamped Lin Xiucheng tightly between his legs: "Why can't Dad do it again?"
Lin Xiucheng was always dizzy from Chen Xing's anger on the bed. He stared at Chen Xing, pressed his leg with one hand, held his genitals with the other, squeezed into Chen Xing, and began to whip him vigorously before Chen Xing got used to it.
Every time Chen Xing was a giant in provocation, but a dwarf in action, Lin Xiucheng would die once he had a real knife and a gun. He opened his arms and hugged Lin Xiucheng's neck, begging him to slow down.
Lin Xiu supported his buttocks, slowed down, twitched once and for all, each time stabbing into it, Chen Xing could only groan when he opened his mouth.
After working for a while, Lin Xiucheng stopped. Chen Xing was so dry that his eyes were blurred with tears. His beautiful lips with a bead were panting one by one. Lin Xiucheng watched as he was wet by the liquid dripping from Chen Xing A small piece of white shirt, unbuttoned all his buttons, and told him: "The water in front of you is dripping, feel it yourself."
Holding Chen Xing and putting one hand on his own cock, Chen Xing loosely circled himself, moving up and down with Lin Xiucheng's movements.
Chen Xing with his thighs wide open can arouse anyone's sadistic desire, Lin Xiucheng couldn't help speeding up, Chen Xing was afraid that he would knock him off the table, so he let go of his genitals, and grabbed Lin Xiucheng's shoulder hold on.
"Well... Dad..." Chen Xing called him.
Lin Xiucheng still maintained the high-frequency impact, looked at Chen Xing, and listened to him.
"Where are you going...I love you..." Chen Xing raised his head and kissed his mouth, "Don't be angry..."
Lin Xiucheng didn't expect to hear the word "love" from Chen Xing's mouth, his brain became hot, and he quickly and vigorously thrust a few times, and shot into Chen Xing.
He bowed his head and kissed Chen Xing violently back, his tongue mingled with his, and his heart was beating like a boy who had an affair with his first love, until the genitals buried in his body hardened again.
Lin Xiucheng moved away from Chen Xing, touched his forehead, and told him: "Chen Xing, I love you too."
On the day Chen Xing started school, Lin Xiucheng sent him there, and the campus was full of fresh people.
Chen Xing was still dressed as a student, and Lin Xiucheng was dressed very much like a guardian. When he went to the registration place, a Chinese student struck up a conversation with Chen Xing and left a phone call with each other.
It was almost ten years since Lin Xiucheng left school, and now he remembered that Chen Xing hadn't even turned nineteen yet.
He is like a sweet peach that ripens in early spring, no one can see his beautiful and sweet outside, but not the bad inside.
After the registration was completed, the two walked out together, and the freshman finally couldn't hold back and asked, "Chen Xing, is this your brother?"
Chen Xing smiled: "No, no, this is my father."
The freshman looked at Lin Xiucheng suspiciously, and Lin Xiucheng also smiled and nodded to Chen Xing's classmate: "Hello."
"My father came out to support the family before graduating from university," Chen Xing introduced, "so come with me to see what a prestigious university looks like."
Lin Xiucheng was generous and let him go.
The two walked around the school, and Lin Xiucheng was about to leave. Now that his business was bigger than before, he couldn't get away, so he didn't want Chen Xing to go far.
But Lin Xiu promised a thousand dollars, and what he said in bed had to keep his promise, so there was no way around it.
Chen Xing and Lin Xiucheng were about to walk to the car waiting for him at the school gate, and suddenly took his hand: "Aren't you going to have a shot at the house where I live?"
"Next time." Lin Xiucheng refused very firmly.
Because he is really not the kind of person who will play with things and lose his mind.
If you don't count the fact that he went back to Manchester City after returning to London to finish his errands, and opened Chen Xing's door to wake him up from his sleep.
Chen Xing is applying to universities, all schools in London, focusing on applying to Oxford.
I saw Manchester City football on TV, so I applied for one casually. As a result, by mistake, I only got an offer from Manchester City in the end.
He decided to go to Manchester City.
Lin Xiucheng was quite helpless, but it was better than the United States.
Chen Xing spent his last semester in San Francisco and will return to the UK.
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