In the name of father

"Xiao Mo, I'm actually very surprised that you still have the face to perform 'father's kindness and son's filial piety' in front of me." Qin Lang looked at the black-haired man with a calm face in front of him, and said in a completely unpredictable tone. Said, "Didn't your son come back from England just now? Why, the relationship is so good?"

After Qin Lang finished speaking, he saw with satisfaction that a trace of astonishment flashed in those black pupils that seemed to be wetted by the rain——

Qin Lang thought that Xiao Mo's expression was trying to match the first half of his sentence.

In fact, Xiao Mo's surprise came entirely from the second half of the sentence of the man in front of him - just took over from England?What does this mean?The newspaper didn't mention this, bad review!And since he got up from the bed, no one has told him that these two cheap sons are actually not very familiar with the original Xiao Mo himself, no wonder Xiao Mo committed suicide by taking drugs recently (what's wrong), and thought he endured the humiliation 11 years.

Xiao Mo thought about it, and suddenly felt that within 48 hours of his rebirth, he had wanted to hold Xiao Yan on fire for more than three times and perish together, so it seems that it is not so unforgivable.

But at this moment, just as Xiao Mo was self-consciously falling into some kind of deep thinking and couldn't extricate himself, the man who was standing not far from him walked towards him slowly at this moment——

In the past, at this time Xiao Mo should have retreated or showed joy mixed with nervous eyes, but no matter how Qin Lang looked at him today, he didn't see any more emotions in those black pupils. I only saw the man in front of me standing there with his eyes empty, empty, infinitely empty, wandering in a majestic manner.

Qin Lang has always been very unhappy when someone distracted himself in front of him.

Whoever that person is.

So without even thinking about it, he stretched out his hand and pinched the thin jaw that was so pale that a touch would leave a finger mark. It felt extremely cold, as smooth and delicate as touching the skin of a snake. Qin Lang wrinkled subconsciously. Frowning, he pinched Xiao Mo's chin with one finger and pulled it towards him——

Because he was in a daze at the moment, Xiao Mo cooperatively twisted his neck, and when he realized what happened, he raised his eyelids and looked at this person who didn't know when he had arrived. The dark brown pupils of the man in front of him.

Behind the two big men in K city who were about to shake their feet, the rain was still falling, and the sound of reading came from nowhere, and the children were reading a text in a pleasant voice——

But in this environment full of campus atmosphere, the two mafia bosses maintained strange postures as if they were acting, standing in the corridor against the cold draft, and staring at each other.

From time to place to character, from beginning to end.

Xiao Mo couldn't even understand why this man had held such deep hostility towards him since he appeared - yes, he was not stupid, he could tell at a glance that the man in front of him hated him.

It might even be called disgust.

Although he knew that the Qin family and the Xiao family had always been at odds, Xiao Mo subconsciously felt that the negative emotions of the man in front of him were more like completely personal feelings than the things that were put on the table. The above kind, simply, is one person's dislike for another person.

Uh, the world of local tyrants is really hard to understand.

At this moment, behind Xiao Mo, the voices of children reading could be faintly heard. What was amazing was that the text seemed to be familiar to Xiao Mo—the name of the text seemed to be "What is Happiness". When I was still Yuanzhen, I was punished by the teacher for copying this text [-] times because I was naughty when I was a child, so I was very impressed.

"..." Oh, by the way, which country is the author of this text from?

At the critical moment, the brain, which is good at divergent thinking, turned on again at the wrong time, so when his chin was clearly still in the hands of others, Xiao Mo blatantly started deserting again.

Here, Qin Lang looked at the man's appearance, and was really speechless. After persisting for a while, he finally let go of him unbearably, took out the handkerchief in his pocket and wiped Xiao Mo's hand, the man glanced at him , and suddenly said without beginning or end: "If my son is born smoothly, he should be in the third grade of elementary school this year."

And then?Could it be that I have two sons who bothered you?Xiao Mo looked at him inexplicably.

Mentioning this question, the chill in Qin Lang's eyes had already come up—now that the black-haired man in front of him glanced at him with such inexplicable inexplicable eyes, if not for his rationality, Qin Lang would like to pull out the He was only happy when the bullet fell from the gun, his dark brown pupils suddenly sank, and a smile that was not a smile appeared on his face: "Why, Xiao Mo, you are a nobleman who forgets things too much? If you hadn't You tampered with Xiaorou's car, why did she die on the road wearing a wedding dress before stepping into the door of my Qin family?"

WHAT?

WHAT'S THE FUCK?

Xiao Mo: "Huh?"

The amount of information in the man's words in front of him was so great that Xiao Mo couldn't accept it for a while. For a while, Xiao Mo could only guess literally that it seemed that the gang boss who swallowed medicine and committed suicide didn't know his brain What the hell did you go crazy and become someone's wife——

And still one dead and two dead?

...Holy shit, do you want to be so bloody?

Xiao Mo looked at Qin Lang, who was looking at him with contempt, and was speechless for a while. At this moment, he wished to drag the original owner of his body back from Huangquan Road and ask: Brother, is the story on your body too serious? Too much?And what about the three views?Accidentally got bitten by a dog!

What a hatred! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

At this moment, Xiao Mo had to admit that he was able to stand here and talk to Qin Lang without losing his arms or legs, and that cliff was a gift from heaven...

Or the Qin Lang in front of him is simply a priest who came out of the church and advocated mercy! !

Watching Qin Lang silent for a while, Qin Lang's reputation in Xiao Mo's place has finally soared from the initial "alienation" to the current "respect". Even with that, the man in front of him seems to be much more handsome , wearing that tracksuit on him, no matter how you look at it, it looks tall and straight——Xiao Mo stood up straight, stared blankly at the gang boss in the southern district who was half a step away from him, and said very seriously Sentence: "I'm sorry."

Xiao Mo's words were 12 very sincere.

Although in essence, it is not his turn to apologize for this matter.

But Xiao Mo is very clear that in the eyes of everyone, he is Xiao Mo, the gang leader in the North District of K City, the proud son of heaven in the TV news.

Tsk, the proud son of heaven.

I'm going to be obsessed with this word for the rest of my life.

Xiao Mo was thinking painfully, and stared at Qin Lang who was not far away after receiving the apology. The unpredictable gazes that shot at him after receiving the apology——Qin Lang didn't speak, and Xiao Mo didn't dare to move, after all, he didn't dare to move. Those insane things he did are really not something that can be done with an ordinary apology. After thinking about it, Xiao Mo carefully raised his eyelids and quickly glanced at Qin Lang in front of him. When he spoke, although his tone was still the usual That kind of unhurried indifference, but there is still some discussion in the tone of the words: "How about this, Mr. Qin, I know that it is useless to just apologize. After I recovered from my illness this time, I thought a lot. I know Many of my behaviors in the past seemed to be inappropriate, and now that Ling Zheng has gone, it would seem hypocritical and powerless to say anything more, but I am really sorry for what I have done. If there is any need in the future, as long as you ask, I, Xiao, will definitely— —”

Xiao Mo couldn't finish his sentence, because at this moment, Qin Lang, who was standing not far from him, interrupted him with a sneer on his face: "Xiao Mo, are you playing with me?"

"what?"

"You're sorry for telling me about Xiaorou, but you call me Mr. Qin in such a tone as if you were talking to a stranger?"

"what?"

Qin Lang frowned fiercely, looking at the stunned expression of the man in front of him, he didn't know why his heart became more and more irritable. Not smoking, cursing in a low voice, the man raised his hand, and squeezed the man's chin in front of him again, this time, he dragged Xiao Mo to his side almost roughly, with a tone almost He sneered half viciously and said, "Is it possible to call me 'Mr. Qin' again?"

Xiao Mo: "..."

I'm sorry, I will definitely remember the name of even a random passer-by who passed me by in the future...

It's just that Mr. Qin, I really don't remember your name! ! ! ! ! ! !

It seemed that the inner struggle was reflected in his eyes, but this emotion unexpectedly calmed Qin Lang a little bit, the man's brows slightly relaxed, and suddenly changed the subject again: "You said you were sick?"

"En? En." Xiao Mo quickly grabbed the life-saving straw and climbed up the pole, and couldn't wait to confess in Lin Daiyu's form, "The doctor said it was selective amnesia."

"Selective amnesia?"

"kindness."

"That is to say, you don't remember what happened before?"

"...partially."

After Xiao Mo answered, he suddenly saw Qin Lang laughing in a way that scared people to death. When he laughed harder and harder, the coldness in that smile became more and more obvious. Before Xiao Mo could even realize the meaning What, in the next second, his whole body was pushed hard against the pillar behind him, and his head hit it heavily with a muffled bang——

How could Xiao Mo's small body withstand this kind of tossing, his brain was buzzing immediately and his eyes turned black, and he was about to die. At this moment, Xiao Mo felt a pain in the back of his head, and immediately realized that this was the man in front of him. Grabbing his hair, he raised his head subconsciously in the direction of being caught, but at this moment, his slightly parted thin lips were covered by another powerful breath that was completely unfamiliar...

It was hardly a kiss.

It was like unilateral sadism, or the bite from a wild beast. The other party's lips were cold and without any emotion. He just plundered every trace of breath from Xiao Mo's mouth fiercely until the smell of blood lingered on each other's lips. Spread between lips and tongue, without warning, the man pushed him away again!

Undisguised disgust flashed in the dark brown pupils in front of him. Under the staring stare of the man, Qin Lang slowly raised his hand and wiped away the saliva that didn't know whose future belonged to the corner of his lips. , Smiling like a hungry wolf at the man: "Forgot? Xiao Mo, what about this, remember?——How did you cry and beg me to look at you more? Those media were surprised—the proud son of heaven? Xiao Mo, you deserve it too?!"

Xiao Mo: "..."

For Xiao Mo, who was a straight man in his previous life and thought that he would continue to be a straight man in this life, the blow of the fact in front of him was indeed a bit stronger——

To be honest, including his previous life, this seemed to be the first time he was kissed by a man.

The aftertaste is: a little shocked.

Even the Best Actor in a daze seemed to have no way to stay calm at the moment.

So Xiao Mo, who was in shock, could only maintain a dazed expression, and looked at Qin Lang who took out a handkerchief and wiped his lips with disgust, but couldn't say a word for a long time.

……

But at this moment, Xiao Mo, who was shocked, failed to notice that behind him, a figure holding two umbrellas stood silently for a while, and then turned around without hesitation and headed in the direction he came from. way back.

3 minute later.

Xiao Yan opened the car door expressionlessly, sat in the back seat of the Land Rover, threw the two umbrellas in his hand under the seat without even shaking his eyelids.

Xiao Yan, who was sitting next to him, looked at him in surprise from the moment he entered the car door, until Xiao Yan sat still, patted the back of the driver's seat in front and ordered Xiao Qi in front to drive. Only then did he realize that something was wrong, he looked at his brother and asked in confusion, "What's wrong? Didn't you send an umbrella to that old man?"

"..."

"Xiao Yan?"

"He's useless."

"Ah?" Xiao Yan glanced at the rain outside the car window inexplicably.

At this time, Xiao Yan, who was sitting beside him, lowered his eyes expressionlessly, and said again in an irresistible tone: "Xiao Qi, drive."

The loyal dog Xiao Qi hesitated: "Master..."

"Don't worry, can he be drowned to death in a rain?" Xiao Yan looked out of the car window, with a mocking smile on his lips, and continued, "Besides, Qin Lang will send him back."