Difficult to raise children

Han Yifeng swept away the depression just now, and asked jokingly: "You said, what if I am the overlord?"

"No way!" Shen Junyue gave him a blank look.

"Hey...my chances of love are slim!"

This time it was Shen Junyue's turn to kick him, and warned: "A person like Xu Jinwen, if you don't show your sincerity, you won't be able to attack him."

"My sincerity is here, and it must be seen by him!"

Han Yifeng sighed, jumped up and asked, "You mean... he ignored me these days because he thought I didn't take what happened that night at all?"

Han Yifeng's eyes were protruding, and there was a tendency for Shen Junyue to get angry when he nodded.

Shen Junyue seldom saw Han Yifeng's fierce appearance, so he suppressed a smile and said, "Maybe, but it's more likely that he doesn't know what attitude to use to face you, because he doesn't know what you think about him at all, in case he thinks it's just What about the momentary fascination between the two men?"

"Crap! Will I be so distracted that I let a man fuck me?"

Shen Junyue laughed: "It's hard to say."

"Fuck you!"

"To be honest, you are not his type at all. It is really difficult to win him down."

Han Yifeng's heart tightened, and the face and character of Xu Jinwen's ex-boyfriend appeared in his mind, and he immediately cursed: "Damn it! I can't pretend to be a white lotus!"

"Pfft, don't you think he doesn't know what kind of person you are? Just pretend to be a fool?"

Han Yifeng rolled on the bed, put his head on Shen Junyue's lap, held his hand tightly and said, "Brother, my life's happiness depends on you!"

Shen Junyue shook off his hand, rubbed his arms and said, "It's so nasty! What do you want to say!"

"I thought so……"

At eight o'clock in the evening, Han Qi took Xu Jinwen to the resort, and instead of taking him to the villa, he took him to the hotel where he had a party.

There are five big tables in the hotel, each of them is fighting for wine and howling, it is very lively.

Xu Jinwen's expression was always gentle, he greeted a few acquaintances with a smile on his lips, and unconsciously looked for the figure of that person.

But after a lap, he saw neither Han Yifeng nor Shen Junyue.

He whispered to Han Qi: "Shen Junyue called me just now, where are they?"

Han Qi's eyes flickered, and he replied hesitantly: "Well... my nephew is sick, Shen Junyue is taking care of it, and my cousin is also sick for some reason, and he fell down as soon as he got here, hey... "

"What? He's sick?" Xu Jinwen held Han Qi's arm tightly, with a tense expression.

If it was before tonight, he definitely wouldn't know who Xu Jinwen was asking, but with Shen Junyue's explanation just now, he nodded with certainty: "Yes, I heard that he came to relax, I see his body and mood They don’t look too good, and I don’t know who has been bullied, if you let me know which bastard it is, I must beat him to death.”

Although Han Qi had been fighting with Han Yifeng for many years, it was all internal. When facing outsiders, he still stood on the united front.

Xu Jinwen's usual gentle expression was no longer there, except for anxiety and embarrassment, which made Han Qi gradually see the way.

After seeing Shen Junyue's big transformation, Han Qi no longer felt pressured to see Xu Jinwen's strange appearance, but modified Han Yifeng's tragic situation again, thinking to himself: "A man who has an affair with my elder brother It’s this one! Everyone has a real vision!”

"Where is he?" Xu Jinwen asked anxiously.

Han Qi asked a waiter to take him to his villa, and waited until he was far away before rubbing his sore arm and sighing: "I have been pampered and pampered for so many years, why is this person's hands so strong?"

To be honest, if Han Yifeng and Xu Jinwen were together, he would not object to it, and even raised his hands in favor. Both of them are dragons among men, and they are a good match when they stand together. It is better than the pair of Shen's father and son, at least they Don't have to bear the charge of "incest".

Xu Jinwen rushed to the villa non-stop, but when he stepped on the steps of the stairs, he couldn't help but shrink back.

They were all drunk that night, and it was purely an accident that some inexplicable things happened. He has been thinking about how to make amends to Han Yifeng for the past two days. Feel less guilty about yourself.

But Han Yifeng didn't do anything, and disappeared without saying a word. His first thought was: Han Yifeng was avoiding himself.

At that moment, he felt uncomfortable in his heart, but he didn't feel too much sadness. He just regretted losing such a good friend.

After all that happened, it was impossible for the two of them to return to their previous relationship.

A few years ago, he was working hard abroad, and he didn't even have a person who spoke his mind. After returning to China, although he reconnected with many old friends and made many new friends, the friendship was only faint, and he even felt it. Rusty taste.

There is only one Han Yifeng, who still has a sincere friendship with him as before, as if the time between them is not ten years but just a few days apart.

How could he let go of such a friend?

His mind was full of how to minimize this incident, and he didn't have time to think about how he and Han Yifeng had sex at that time.

He is not an impulsive person, let alone jump on everyone, even if he is drunk.

Xu Jinwen went upstairs with heavy steps. He didn't know which room Han Yifeng lived in. Just now, from the outside, there were only two rooms with lights. He knocked on one casually, still thinking about what to say when he saw him.

It took a long time for the door to open, and Han Yifeng's slightly tired face appeared in front of him, and before he could speak, Han Yifeng pulled him in and slammed the door shut.

In the middle of the night, Han Qi settled down with a group of friends and returned to the villa. There was warm light in the living room, and he thought those people were still awake.

When I opened the door and went in, I found that there was no one in the living room, but the sound of ping-pong-pong came from the kitchen.

"Who is still cooking at this late hour?" Han Qi took off his coat and walked towards the kitchen.

"Wow! Why is Shen Junyue you?" Han Qi widened his eyes and looked at the man in the kitchen wearing an apron in surprise.

Shen Junyue threw a black thing in his hand into the trash can, turned around and asked, "Can you cook?"

Han Qi rolled his eyes, avoided the pile of cabbage leaves on the ground and walked in, "Do I look like I can cook?"

"Okay, then what are you supposed to do, don't bother me."

Han Qi scanned the various ingredients in the kitchen, and exclaimed, "You... what are you going to do? If you're hungry, just call the hotel and have it delivered?"

Shen Junyue took a spoon to stir the porridge in the pot, scooped up a little and tasted it, but the rice grains were still a little hard, so he continued to stir, but he pushed the pot on the other side that smelled of burnt to one side.

He rummaged through the contents of the food bag, hesitated for a long time and took out a hen that had been processed.

While busy, he said, "My son said he wants to eat the porridge I made."

Han Qi was stunned for a minute, seeing that Shen Junyue was completely treating himself as air, so he took the initiative to ask: "And then?"

"What then?" Shen Junyue took out a brand new chopping board, swung the hen up, and chopped it down with a clenched kitchen knife.

"You... just toss about my kitchen in the middle of the night because of your son's words?" Han Qi stared at the messy floor and table, speechless.

Although the kitchen in his house is complete with kitchen utensils, it has never been turned on, let alone oily smoke. Shen Junyue has messed it up like this, and it will be impossible to ask someone to clean it up soon.

"Isn't the kitchen just for cooking? What's more, my son's requirements are so low. He just wants to eat the porridge I made. You, an uncle, won't be so stingy, will you?"

"Where did you get these dishes?"

"Ask the front desk to pick a few from the hotel." Shen Junyue chopped the chicken, put it into a stew pot, added water and seasonings, and turned on the switch.

Han Qi saw that he was doing well, and joked: "I didn't expect you to have such a skill?"

The movements of Shen Junyue's hands paused, and he didn't want to say that this was his third experiment. The previous two times were either the wrong seasoning or the taste was too salty.

If Shen Hao hadn't said that he wanted to eat the porridge he made himself, he would never have been busy in the kitchen for two hours.

Han Qi admired Shen Junyue's frantic look, and didn't intend to help at all. He even felt that such a tall and straight man wandering around in the kitchen with an apron was quite visually enjoyable.

He took out his mobile phone and took a profile photo of Zhang Shen Junyue, then he smiled, found the group of good buddies in the address book, and sent a group message.

In less than a minute, their mobile phones rang at the same time. There were text messages and calls. Shen Junyue turned off the phone because he thought it was noisy, but Han Qi pulled up a chair and sat down to watch slowly.