Difficult to raise children

Han Yifeng approached him, kissed the corner of his mouth, and asked in a bewitching tone, "Why don't we try?"

It is a fact that Xu Jinwen was very enthusiastic and excited towards him that night. Since there is no obstacle in his sexual life, there will always be some spiritual and emotional development.

Xu Jinwen turned his head to avoid his harassment, there was always a lingering sadness between his brows.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Han Yifeng asked very unhappy: "Are you still thinking about your first boyfriend? He is so good, so you can't forget it after all these years?"

Xu Jinwen recovered his mood bit by bit, looked at Han Yifeng with an unclear expression and asked, "You care?"

"Nonsense!" Han Yifeng glared at him, raised his fist and waved his face, "Don't you see that I'm chasing you?"

Xu Jinwen smiled, "I don't remember him a long time ago, if you didn't always mention him in front of me."

"Humph! Only ghosts believe it!" Han Yifeng said so, but the sour bubbles in his heart disappeared a lot, and he decided not to mention that white lotus in the future to embarrass himself.

He sat up straight and faced Xu Jinwen, "Then Mr. Xu Jinwen, you haven't answered my question just now, how about we try?"

Xu Jinwen sighed, looked straight into Han Yifeng's eyes, his eyes were full of anxiety, "Yifeng, this kind of thing is not something you can try, it's not love between men and women, I don't want to ruin your future."

"You're making excuses for yourself! If you don't want to be nice to me, just tell me, but my decision to pursue you will not change."

"How come...you are so determined just once?" Xu Jinwen smiled slightly, as if winter was coming and spring was coming, and the glacier was melting, with a touch of warmth.

"You just think it's because your technique is so good that you let me know the taste and taste, but I can't desire!" Han Yifeng said, licking his old face.

Xu Jinwen was made uncomfortable by his straightforward adjectives, coughed dryly, and said with wandering eyes: "My actual combat experience is not as good as yours, Young Master Han. Where is your skill?"

"Really?" Han Yifeng smiled strangely, grabbed Xu Jinwen's collar with one hand, and gnawed on his lips, "Then try again, practice will bring true knowledge, I was not clear enough that night, feel it tonight." ...

Shen Hao held the white porcelain bowl and sipped the chicken soup while Shen Junyue stared at him intently.

Shen Hao couldn't swallow it after drinking half a bowl. Shen Junyue's chicken soup was tasteless and greasy, which really didn't suit his taste.

But with Shen Junyue staring at it, he couldn't live up to his intentions, so he raised his head and swallowed it in big mouthfuls.

Seeing that he drank everything, Shen Junyue really smiled, happier than eating life fruit, "If you like tomorrow, I will continue to cook for you!"

Oh my god, Shen Hao held his hand immediately after hearing this, and said sincerely: "Dad, don't waste your time cooking, you are here to accompany me to recuperate." After eating too much of Shen Junyue's cooking, in case What if the injury worsens?

Seeing that his son was so sensible, Shen Junyue happily hugged him and kissed him again and again, until Shen Hao couldn't stand the drool all over his face and pushed him away.

"Dad, why is there always the sound of fighting next door?"

Shen Junyue smiled mysteriously, scratched his little nose, "The goblins are fighting, let's leave it alone!"

Shen Hao was stunned for a while before he understood the meaning of this sentence, grabbed Shen Junyue and asked, "Him? With whom?"

This is big news. In the past, he put Han Yifeng on the list of rivals in love, and he was always on guard. Later, he realized that he was not threatening, so his attitude became better. If Han Yifeng really has a partner, then he decided to treat him better in the future. Son.

"Let's leave it alone, you'll see me tomorrow morning, shall we sleep?" Shen Junyue lifted the quilt and got in as he said that, with one arm around Shen Hao's waist, he moved slowly.

"What are you doing?" Shen Hao exclaimed.

"Hey... No, I'm not doing anything, just rubbing your waist for you."

"Is that position of yours also called waist?" Shen Hao asked with staring eyes, he's been in close contact with his little brother, is there any man whose thing grows on his waist?

Shen Junyue smiled mischievously, but didn't let go, and said foolishly, "The temperature here is high, let me warm my hands and not touch you, really."

Shen Hao was amused, this man's skin is really thicker than the city wall, and such a lame reason can be said.

Although he also knew that Shen Junyue would not act recklessly, it always felt weird to feel his life being held in his hands.

He held Shen Junyue's wrist and pulled it out forcefully, "Isn't the bed warm enough? Shall I get you a hand warmer?"

"No, no, no, it's just right here, and it feels great, baby, would you like to try it?" Shen Junyue said, pulling Shen Hao's hand into his pajama pants.

Shen Hao's strength was not as strong as his, and the strength of his whole body has not yet recovered. When he touched the soft thing, he blushed and scolded: "Old rascal! Didn't you touch enough last night?"

Shen Junyue looked up at the ceiling and muttered softly: "How is it possible? A lifetime is not enough!"

He didn't dare to really make fun of Shen Hao, and retreated after finishing his hand addiction, letting Shen Hao lie on the bed and massage his whole body.

Shen Hao is not happy, who knows if pressing and pressing for a while will turn into a colored touch?

"Don't make trouble! I'll give you a few massages to make you feel better." Shen Junyue raised the temperature of the room, lifted the quilt and pressed Shen Hao under him, and lifted his pajamas to start.

Seeing that his expression was serious and serious, Shen Hao believed him for the time being, lay obediently on his stomach, and said in a weak voice: "Dad, what do you think grandpa and grandma will do when they see the rumors about you and Han Qi?"

"They probably won't believe it, no matter what, they still have to believe in my vision. Is it strange that I can look up to Han Qi?"

Shen Hao looked at him from the side, compared with Han Qi's appearance, and said in a blow: "Dad, in fact, his parents are more handsome than you, are you jealous and deliberately slandered him?"

"What? He will be more handsome than Lao Tzu? What kind of eyes do you have?" Shen Junyue pressed Shen Hao's back hard, and listened to him screaming before he extinguished the ignition.

"If you don't believe me, you can ask someone casually. The genes of the Han family are really good. It's fine if Han Yifeng is more handsome than you, and even Han Qi is no worse than you!"

Shen Junyue poked his spine with his fingers, and scratched into Shen Hao's heart one by one, only to hear him say sullenly: "Dad's image is called heroic, how can he compare with their gentle scum?"

Shen Junyue sent the Han brothers into the [-]th floor of hell in one fell swoop, no matter how good the brothers were, they couldn't let them into Shen Hao's eyes.

Shen Hao only felt that his heart was full of bugs, numb and itchy, he moved his waist, "Dad, haven't you eaten dinner? Why are you so light?"

Shen Junyue was still thinking about how to perfect his image in Shen Hao's mind, when he heard Shen Hao's annoyed voice, the corner of his mouth curled up, and he patted his back viciously and said, "I'm not afraid that my hand is too strong. Did it break you?"

"Hmm...haha..." Shen Hao grabbed Shen Junyue's hand with his backhand, and begged for mercy: "Stop playing, it's so itchy!"

"Okay, then you can say a few good things to listen to."

"You... what do you want to hear?" Shen Hao straightened his waist and retracted his stomach all at once, feeling uncomfortable all over his body from the itching.

"It's very simple, just say that Dad is the most handsome man in the world."

Shen Hao turned his head around, staring at Shen Junyue with bright eyes: "Smug beauty! Narcissism! How can anyone praise themselves so much?"

Shen Junyue lowered his head, rubbed his lips against Shen Hao's round shoulders, and sucked on a few hickeys, and said with a smile: "I'm your father, don't you praise yourself indirectly when you praise me for being handsome? What a bargain ah!"

"No need! I don't think I resemble you in any way." This is what Shen Hao has always regretted. Even though some of his no-officials are similar to Shen Junyue, his personality is so different that people can't notice it at all. Kind of similar.

Shen Junyue touched the smooth skin on his body, secretly feeling: "It's really not like it, but fortunately it's not like it!"

Shen Junyue had learned the technique of one-handed massage, and he really looked good when he did it seriously. Shen Hao closed his eyes and said "hmmmmhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" in a comfortable voice.

Shen Junyue felt that he was like a hungry cat who didn't have enough to eat. He couldn't help but swallow his saliva when he was lured, obviously his previous concentration was first-class.

After massaging Shen Hao's back, he took off his pants and massaged his legs, rubbing his palms back and forth on the thighs intentionally, eating all the tofu.

Shen Hao closed his eyes and grabbed his hand accurately, took it to a safe place, and signaled him to continue.

Shen Junyue secretly glanced at the tender meat on the inner thigh, and looked away reluctantly.

Shen Hao's legs are very slender and white, his body frame is small, and there is still some flesh on his body, even if he is not as soft as a girl, he is not as firm as his hard muscles.

While Shen Junyue was carefully massaging the acupuncture points, he was thinking about when he would be able to eat inside and out again next time.

You can still bear it when you don't eat it, after all, you haven't tasted it, but once you eat it, it's like taking drugs, the addiction is very strong.