In the name of father

It was already midnight when Xiao Mo returned home after dealing with the matters in hand. He asked Xiao Qi to open Qin Lang's cell phone. Sure enough, there was a text message from an unfamiliar number. The content of the text message was very simple, only "Ye Wu" The penultimate room on the second floor" these words... Xiao Mo thought about it, and thought that Qin Lang's subordinates probably brought the reporter in, otherwise ordinary people would not be able to enter the VIP box on the second floor at all.

According to the number dialed in the past, it turned off.

At this time, Xiao Mo had already arrived at the door of the house. At this time, the Xiao family mansion was no longer as brightly lit as when he left, but the housekeeper left a floor lamp for them on the way from the entrance to Xiao Mo's own room... Black hair The man stepped into the gate with one foot, feeling unprecedentedly tired all of a sudden—I don't know when it started, this building that he once classified as "unpopular" was finally labeled as his home by him.

What would Xiao Mo do in the past?

At least this is what Xiao Mo does not know now.

"Master Mo, I found out the phone number. It's a reporter from K City Morning News. The president of the newspaper has already promised that this news won't be published tomorrow, but he said that he can't get in touch with that reporter. Maybe he will sell it directly to others at a high price. Newspaper..."

What a joke, the news about the two gangsters can still be sold for a fucking sky-high price?Xiao Mo frowned slightly, waved his hand wearily to signal Xiao Qi to shut up, and stepped into the house. Now he can be regarded as not wanting to mention the bad things that happened just now... The black-haired man was silent, just passing by When the fish tank with the heating rod was on, he threw Qin Lang's cell phone, which he had been holding in his hand, into the fish tank without expression.

The sound of splashing water splashed by the frightened tropical fish became the only sound in the living room at this moment.

Xiao Qi stood by the stairs leading to the second floor, looking up at the black-haired man silently walking down the stairs to his room.After a long time, from an angle that Xiao Mo couldn't see, the man in the darkness finally showed a gloomy expression, but even when no one was around, this expression only disappeared instantly on Xiao Qi's face, Soon, when the sound of Xiao Mo gently opening the door came from the second floor, the man's face returned to the initial indifference.

……

Xiao Mo woke up Xiao Yan when he went to bed after washing up, and stared at his son in a daze, Xiao Mo said sorry in a low voice, just pulled the quilt for him and then got into the bed— ——The air conditioner outside is fully turned on. Xiao Mo, who had just taken a hot bath, still felt his hands and feet were cold when he came out of the bathroom. Now he lay on the bed and found that Xiao Yan was sleeping warmly under the quilt. Man The brows that had been slightly furrowed for several hours suddenly relaxed, and suddenly felt that the whole person was relaxed.

"Why is it so late?" Xiao Yan's sleepy voice rang in Xiao Mo's ear.

The black-haired man paused, and suddenly he didn't know where to start, so he simply didn't want to say anything, turned around and turned off the desk lamp, and said in a low voice, "There is a little trouble."

"Huh?" Xiao Yan opened one eye, "What did Qin Lang do again?"

"...Anyway, I didn't do anything good," Xiao Mo couldn't stay up all night crying to his son about being pushed against the wall by other men and being photographed by a newspaper reporter. He calmed down and said again in a low voice, "Sleep Bar."

Xiao Yan moved, moved closer to Xiao Mo, and called Dad.

Xiao Mo didn't answer, just looked at his eldest son, waited for a while, and then heard Xiao Yan say in a steady voice: "The air conditioner is too low, it's a bit cold."

The man let out a groan, and subconsciously wanted to lift the quilt to get off the air conditioner. When he was halfway up, he unexpectedly found that his pajamas were tightly pressed by Xiao Yan. Those cat-like amber eyes looked at the man in the darkness, and after a long time, he said calmly: "Get up and let in all the cold air outside."

"..." Xiao Mo lay back helplessly.

This time, without saying a word, Xiao Yan stretched out his hand, and slipped in from the hem of Xiao Mo's nightgown—the black-haired man's body, which had just been warmed up under the quilt, was froze by the sudden cold touch. , I really don't understand how Xiao Yan can have such cold hands and feet while lying in bed and sleeping soundly from beginning to end. He was distracted for a while, and completely forgot to think about whether the current posture of father and son is suitable for their identities.

And when Xiao Mo was in a daze, the corner of Xiao Yan's lips curled into a lazy smile of satisfaction, and his cold hand rubbed against the man's delicate strokes——

Well, the touch is the same as imagined.

When Xiao Mo finally realized what was wrong and grabbed the young man's wrist, the young man obediently stopped rubbing. He raised his head to the black-haired man who was lying next to him and looked at him with a godlike look, and showed his face to him. A natural and harmless pure smile: "That's all, it's so warm, good night."

After finishing speaking, the eldest young master of the Xiao family sighed in self-contained satisfaction, he burrowed deeper into the bed, buried his entire head in the bed full of Xiao Mo's breath, and closed his eyes. ...Only Xiao Mo was left stiffly beside him, not daring to move. Feeling the warmth from the warming palm of his cheap son around his waist, the man stared at the ceiling in a daze, speechless: Mom Yes, how do you sleep like this? !

In the end, probably because he was too tired, when the wall clock on the wall pointed to three o'clock, the man finally fell asleep with great difficulty.

No sleep for one night.

The next day, he was awakened vividly by the sound of a bulldozer going up the stairs—only Xiao Yan could make such a sound.

Xiao Mo slowly opened his eyes, the heavy curtains in the room were pulled aside at some point, the morning sun shone through the window, clearly shining on his heavy eyelids, making people unable to bear it again. He closed his eyes... He touched his side in a daze, but unexpectedly touched a warm body. Xiao Mo was taken aback, then opened his eyes and looked at Xiao Yan's pretty expressionless face. : "Dad, are you awake?"

Before Xiao Mo could answer, Xiao Yan had already started banging on the door outside.

"——Xiao Mo, old man, you have the ability to die, you have the ability to open the door, what do you do with the locked door inside? I know you are at home! Open the door! Open the door! Open the door, open the door, open the door!!!!!!! !"

The butler's dissuading voice could be vaguely heard from outside the door - but of course the butler's words didn't work, at best it just made Xiao Yan hit harder and harder.

Early in the morning, I don't know who provoked Xiao Yan's ancestor Xiong again, Xiao Mo seriously had a headache for a while.

At this time, Xiao Yan was wearing clean clothes neatly. He seemed to have finished washing, but for some reason, he nestled back on the bed again. Xiao Mo heaved a sigh of relief when he glanced at the contents of the book on the open page...fortunately, it was just a financial magazine.

"Can you understand this now?"

"Just watch the fun."

Xiao Yan smiled lightly. Amidst Xiao Yan's earth-shattering shout at the door, the father and son had a friendly conversation in the morning very calmly. Xiao Yan then put the magazine aside without any haste, picked up the bed The crutch beside him stood up: "I'll go and open the door."

Xiao Mo half leaned on the bed and was stunned for a while. When he realized that he seemed to be ordering a patient, Xiao Yan had already walked to the door and pulled it open—the knocking stopped suddenly, accompanied by The old housekeeper sighed heavily, and Xiao Yan came in with a fierce look on his face. It was very funny that he was holding a tray in his hand, on which was Xiao Mo's breakfast.

Xiao Mo glanced at the door, and sure enough, he saw the helpless housekeeper.

It is obvious that the plate in someone's hand was forcibly snatched from his old man.

At the same time Xiao Mo retracted his gaze, the second young master of the Xiao family had already blown in front of him like a gust of wind, and threw the dinner plate in his hand onto the small dining table that had been set before the bed—even with the glass of fresh water on the plate. Orange juice also spilled out, the cold fresh juice spilled all over the bed, some even directly splashed onto Xiao Mo's pajamas.

Xiao Yan was taken aback for a moment, and withdrew his hand as if he had been burned by something, but after five seconds, he immediately realized what he was doing, so he raised his head and continued to stare fiercely at the black-haired man in front of him, It was as if it was Xiao Mo's fault that he spilled orange juice on the bed.

Xiao Mo moved, lifted the quilt and wanted to stand up to wipe off the juice on his body, but was pushed back by Xiao Yan who sat back on the bed next to him, and the older brother glanced at his younger brother calmly, He took out his own handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the juice off Xiao Mo's clothes in person: "Xiao Yan, why don't you demolish the house early in the morning, don't go too far."

Xiao Yan's anger didn't dissipate at this moment, but he was said something instead, his chest heaved violently and he looked down at Xiao Mo's eyes from the initial anger to the one that could eat people now...

Xiao Mo was baffled: Who did I provoke?

The man raised his eyelids, and was about to ask Xiao Yan what kind of wind this was, but at this moment Xiao Yan moved one step ahead of him, and the second young master of the Xiao family threw himself on the bed and took the magazine that Xiao Yan was reading just now from the pillow. Pulling it over, without saying a word, he slapped Xiao Mo's chest with a black face: "Look for yourself!"

Xiao Mo's heart skipped a beat.

It was only then that I realized that Xiao Yan was not reading a financial magazine at all, but a comprehensive magazine. He lowered his head and turned over a few pages of that magazine with a blank expression. It was almost at the front of the magazine, and he suddenly found own photo -

He turned his face sideways, squinted his eyes slightly, and under the exposure of the flashlight, his already pale skin became almost transparent... On his chin, there were two sticks that obviously did not belong to him from the color of his skin. Finger, that finger seems to be pinching his chin to force him to open his mouth, this infinitely enlarged photo is almost so clear that he can see the tongue tip of himself and Qin Lang twisting each other...

Very ambiguous.

The title of the magazine is very provocative, mainly to argue about the divorce statement issued by Gu Qingya this morning and the matter of Qin Lang. Who is this one person... The black-haired man couldn't stand it anymore, he slammed the magazine shut, still feeling puzzled, so he threw the magazine under the bed!

"Yo, you're losing your temper!" Xiao Yan looked at the dark-faced man, and now he was full of sarcasm, "I said why you didn't come back in the middle of the night last night, why did you go to see Qin Lang to make trouble? I just went to meet my lover... Hey old man, let me ask you, can you show some face, and you were photographed by reporters for doing this kind of thing—”

"Xiao Yan, shut up."

A calm voice interrupted the series of taunts from the second young master of the Xiao family like a machine gun, and at the moment when Xiao Yan suddenly suffocated and blushed, Xiao Mo moved his neck with a numb face, not surprised to find that The person who spoke was Xiao Yan, who looked extremely calm from the beginning to the end. At this moment, compared to Xiao Yan's blushing and thick-necked appearance, the young master of the Xiao family was as calm as if he hadn't seen anything. Looking at Xiao Mo, he just looked at his twin brother slightly reproachfully.

The man was silent for a moment, thought for a while, set his eyes on Xiao Yan's expressionless face, almost knowingly asked: "You saw it too?"

"I see." Xiao Yan glanced at his father lazily, "The photo is not bad, very attractive."

Xiao Mo: "..."

...very tempting?

Whose first reaction when seeing the news report about his dad hugging other men early in the morning is to praise his dad for the nice photo, which is very attractive? ! ! ! !

Just when Xiao Mo fell into a daze of astonishment, he saw Xiao Yan push the plate of breakfast towards him without haste, and said in an extremely calm tone: "Eat breakfast first, after eating I said it earlier, didn't I have a bad stomach, and I will feel uncomfortable after a while."

Xiao Mo: "..."

Looking at the plate of toast in front of him that was shaken by Xiao Yan so that it almost flew off the plate, and glanced at Xiao Yan who was looking at him with a calm and gentle face beside him, for some reason, Xiao Mo suddenly felt...

Panicked.