In the name of father

Facing his son who formally invited him to have sex, all Xiao Mo could do was——

"..."

Seeing his father holding a pen in complete shock and staring blankly at his father, the teenager sitting on the chair tilted his head and blinked cutely: "Are you okay?"

"What a fart," Xiao Mo only felt that he was really about to be crushed by the other party's superb acting skills. He raised his eyebrows, resisting the urge to poke the pen into the other party's nostrils, biting his back teeth to imitate the other party's cuteness The tone asked back, "Are you itchy and want to be beaten?"

"No," the young master of the Xiao family rebuffed very frankly, "It's so boring to just sit here and watch your account reconciliation—you dragged me over like this and didn't let me go for a medical examination, and didn't let me do anything that made me daze. Is it okay?"

"You want to come and help me reconcile the accounts?"

"Do not want to."

"..."

Xiao Mo found that some people might really expose their bad natures when they were not wearing their own skins.

There are enough unscrupulous.

However, when he wanted to say something to express his heart running wildly at this moment, the other party threw him a disgusted expression of "you are boring" and stood up from the chair self-consciously. The wine hidden in the wine cabinet began to be studied, as if studying a Martian’s earth experiment base, and every corner of the man’s office was carefully studied——

From the file folder to the wine rack, then to the layout on the desk and the brands of those pens that Xiao Mo didn’t use—finally, finally, after a long 10 minutes, the boy seemed to have discovered some novel treasure Yes, a pair of blue gloves came out from a hidden place in the corner.

When he first glanced at the blue color with his peripheral vision, Xiao Mo's eyelids twitched.

When he raised his head and saw the pair of familiar blue gloves in his son's hands raised his eyebrows and looked at him, his whole body jumped——

"Why are you so excited?" The young master of the Xiao family casually glanced at his father who was about to explode his blood vessels, "I thought I was holding your unwashed underwear..."

Xiao Mo didn't think there was anything exciting about "wearing unwashed underwear" at all, but this pair - he was three years ago - soft and hard - it was hard - he just cheated from that stinky old man in Hong Kong The ones that came back—very commemorative gloves—really—very, worthy of his excitement.

Because Yuan Zhen was wearing these gloves when she died.

When Xiao Mo saw it in the cupboard in the martial arts gym, he was so excited that he almost died again.

At that time, he thought that all his things would be directly cremated, but he didn't expect the old man to keep his gloves in a very polite way—as if a more vivid reflection than messy things like photo albums, medals, growth manuals, etc. It was as if the evidence that he had really survived in this world was suddenly placed in front of him. On that day, the man, as a mafia boss, cried bitterly, half-coaxed and half-true (feeling sorry for himself) After getting the gloves back, he took the gloves back to the mainland with satisfaction, but the man didn't dare to take the gloves home, he just secretly hid them in his office and occasionally took them out to refresh himself.

Yes, there is nothing wrong with recalling the pinnacle and glory of one's life——

But he can't help that his current status is not suitable for doing this - it's like an adult caught by his own son playing with a Barbie doll in disguise, full of shame and placid feeling.

Xiao Mo stood where he was, wanting his son to let go of his lifeblood, but he didn't know how to say it. Instead, the young master of the Xiao family, who was holding the pair of gloves, moved his head—under the lights of the office, the boy's ears The platinum halo on his face looked a bit dazzling, and he raised the corners of his lips, showing an unscrupulous smile: "You know how to punch?"

At this time, the Holy Mother would not believe it.

Because those gloves obviously have traces of being used.

If he collected the relics of "friends" with such a weird attitude, he might be regarded as a pervert by his son.

Xiao Mo weighed it in his heart, and finally sighed in his heart in compromise, but even so, he just nodded slowly, thought for a while, and then added a little embarrassedly: "But it's just a little bit, when you were young I'm more interested, now..."

"I didn't ask you that much." The boy lazily interrupted the man.

"..." The black-haired man shut his mouth suddenly, and silently cursed "dead child" in his heart.

However, the young master of the Xiao family who emphasized that "I didn't ask so many questions" didn't seem to intend to let his poor father go just like what he said on his mouth. I enjoyed it for a while while looking at myself enthusiastically——

"What are you looking at?" The young master of the Xiao family chuckled like a hooligan, "I'm going to be hard on you."

Xiao Mo: "..."

When he realized that his father's gaze had changed from the scorching heat before to the rhythm of killing people now, the boy gently placed him on the man's desk under the other's overly focused gaze, and slightly flexed his fingers. The surface of the pair of gloves that seemed to have not been put on again for a long time was tapped. The boy raised his eyelids and glanced at the man who was standing on the other side of the desk looking at him with a full face of wariness. The corners of his lips curled up involuntarily. The tone of discussion was slow: "Dad, I suddenly thought of a fun thing."

Xiao Mo: "..."

As early as 800 million years ago, Xiao Mo discovered a rule: any "joy" that the Xiao family brothers could think of, it is impossible for Xiao Mo himself to have the word "joy" at all.

as predicted.

When the man tremblingly stretched out his hand to steal back his precious glove, he found that his son moved the glove slightly towards him as if eyes had grown all over his body, Xiao Mo When Egg retracted his hand in pain, he found that his son had also let go of the glove at the same time. Looking up at his father from the other side of the table, he suddenly smiled: "How about we play a game?"

a fight?

hit what?

Xiao Mo: "... not so good."

But the young master of the Xiao family didn't seem to hear the man's answer, he just said to himself: "After I lose, I will be at your disposal. If I win, you put down these documents and go on a date with me."

"Dating?"

If just eating, watching movies and shopping can let you let go of your father's life...

The boy responded with a deep voice: "I've been interested in the room at the end of the corridor on the second floor for a long time."

Xiao Mo: "..."

At the end of the corridor on the second floor?

Xiao Mo was silent for a moment, and then under his son's playful gaze, he finally remembered the pile of props that had opened countless doors to his new world... The man decided to investigate who was impatient to live in order to flatter him The person who took the young master of the Xiao family to visit that room, the person whose three views are wrong and destroys the future flowers of the motherland, must be kicked out immediately.

"How about it, Dad, it's a good deal," the young man smiled, "I won't do anything to you, maybe if you win, you can control my life as you like-this is not what you have always wanted to do Is it?"

"..." Xiao Mo's face was full of black lines, "In any case, you're not losing money."

"En?" The young master of the Xiao family raised his eyebrows, as if he didn't understand the meaning of the man's words, but when he wanted to ask, the other party had already turned his head away, so the doubts were just like an illusion. He passed by, and soon he showed a relaxed smile, "I am sincerely inviting you to make an absolutely fair transaction—but in order to prevent you from saying that I am a bully, let me tell you in advance that I really did not It’s right to plan for you to win.”

Xiao Mo: "..."

Who bullies whom.

As if he didn't see the man's speechless gaze, the boy just continued: "I never do things that I'm not sure of, and I don't have that habit."

Xiao Mo: "..."

Sure enough, arrogant.

The son has grown up and is determined to beat him.

"make a deal."

After speaking briefly, the black-haired man returned to his expressionless state. He stood up from behind the desk without saying a word, and his black pupils glanced at his son who was determined to win——

Xiao Mo's pupils are very pure black, such a deep color always has the ability to make people unable to look away after just one glance... and just when the complacency on the young man's face was restrained, it was almost irresistible. When he was completely immersed in the opponent's eyes, he didn't even realize what happened, but the glove in his hand had been taken back by Xiao Mo at some point.

The young man was slightly taken aback.

And when he regained his senses and fixed his realization on the man again, the latter had already turned his back to him and gently took off his suit jacket.

With his back to his son, the man casually threw his suit jacket on the sofa - the central air conditioner of Yewu is always set at a comfortable temperature that makes people happy physically and mentally. Now that he took off his coat, the man suddenly felt a Unreasonable relaxation, he let out a breath, then unbuttoned the top two buttons of the shirt inside to release his neck, then he started to unbutton the cuffs, and the sleeves were rolled up neatly to reveal Arms that are so white that they almost glaring——

When all activities are ready.

He paused for a moment, and then he seemed a little hesitant, and picked up the pair of gloves that he had carefully placed by his side with a delicate mood before——

What Xiao Mo didn't know was that this scene fell into the eyes of the young man standing behind him exactly.

I don't know why, but this small gesture seems very suitable for a man in the eyes of a teenager.

It was as if the man had done this simple action thousands of times before, and it was extremely harmonious.

"—I only use boxing and jujitsu, you...you can do whatever you want."

The calm and lazy voice that Xiao Mo was accustomed to awakened the young man from a strange state of distraction.

Xiao Mo raised his eyelids and glanced at his son who was standing still and staring at him, a momentary expression of incomprehension appeared on his face... But soon, his attention was attracted by the movements of his hands , at this moment, he was looking at putting those blue gloves on his hands—Xiao Mo found that these gloves were too big for him, after all, Yuan Zhen's body was much stronger than what he had now... …

But if the lace is slightly tightened, the impact is not too great.

Xiao Mo moved his glove, feeling the unprecedented sense of security that his five fingers were wrapped under the thick leather sheath—it was as if after rebirth, a missing piece of his soul was spliced ​​back silently. of.

"Are you alright?" Xiao Mo turned his head and asked the boy who had been looking at him without saying a word.

The other party just nodded, opened the door of the office silently, but walked out in no hurry, looking back at him almost like a habit.

Xiao Mo smiled at him.

There was no one in the boxing gym at this time.

The whole boxing gym is not as messy as it was when it was open, with boxers and waiters walking around. At this moment, the inside is quiet, and the manager will only focus on 24-hour opening during the day. They don't know how to come up to see Xiao Mo's place, and now they know that Xiao Mo works on the third floor, so they dare not come up to disturb him.

The boxing gym was quiet, and there was only one spotlight that was suspended in the middle and illuminated on the fighting ring in the whole arena. It was so dark that it was impossible to see anything clearly, but fortunately, the light was turned on so that it would not be very dark.

Xiao Mo walked down the stage with calm steps. When he looked up at the world that once belonged to him from an angle he was very familiar with, he felt a little emotional in his heart—he even thought that he would never see it again in this life. There is a chance to touch boxing.

But he still didn't expect that after so many years of enduring, he would be tricked by his son's aggressive method.

He took off his shoes and socks and placed them neatly next to the stage. He felt a little cold when he stepped on the ground with bare feet... After thinking for a while, the man finally decided not to wait any longer. He raised his hand and grabbed the guardrails around the stage, using The strength on the legs lightly touched the edge of the ring, and there was only a crunch, the familiar sound unique to the stretching and elasticity of the guardrail. In the next second, the man easily stepped onto the boxing ring with the help of the elasticity——

When he bent over the guardrail and walked to the stage, he happened to see his son on the other side of him turning over and coming in from the sidelines.

When the boy landed on the ground, his feet were firmly on the ground. Under the glare of the spotlight, Xiao Mo could almost easily see the dust scattered from the side of the opponent's feet.

As if noticing the man's gaze, the other party smiled, and his amber pupils glanced at the man standing at the other end of the boxing ring——

Under the spotlight, the black-haired man seemed to be a little different, but this subtle "difference" was not enough to describe in simple words. The strange feeling at the moment when he saw the man grabbing the glove swept over again Coming, the young man narrowed his eyes thoughtfully—at this moment, he seemed to see a faint halo around the man standing not far from him, and this halo seemed to overwhelm his whole body. Melting into the white boxing ring background.

very nice.

...and involuntarily excited.

a long time.

The young man then calmly withdrew his eyes that might become too hot, cleared his somewhat dry throat, and asked the man not far away as if chatting: "I don't know much about this kind of black market. Boxing, are there any rules to pay attention to?"

"Yes," Xiao Mo at this time was holding his trousers in a leisurely manner—a very peasant gesture, but he did it quite elegantly. The man raised his head and showed a rare expression to his son. And its aggressive smile, "The only rule is - 'Be careful, don't die'."

Originally, I wanted to scare this stinky brat.

However, what the man didn't expect was that his words didn't seem to have any deterrent effect on the other party - almost a second after he finished speaking, he clearly saw his son attacking him at a very fast speed. come over--

The speed of the opponent is very fast, and the attack is also fast and ruthless without any hesitation. Cooperating with the boxing technique that rains down on the upper body densely, Xiao Mo was almost surprised when the boy asked him if the "rules" were just playing he--

This guy looks like he knows black market boxing very well.

If it weren't for the fact that he still has to attend classes as a minor, Xiao Mo would almost think that his huge pocket money was won by his black boxing.

The attack of the young master of the Xiao family is not at all like a "young master" should be restrained, he is very relaxed and exhausted what Xiao Mo thinks is even shameless tricks——

"Son, I didn't even know you were so shameless in fighting."

"Dad, aren't you afraid of biting your tongue when you talk?"

Although black market boxing is called "boxing", in actual combat, fighters prefer to use legs to solve opponents - compared to punches, the toughness and length of leg bones allow them to use the fastest and most direct The speed of the opponent - and that's exactly what black market boxing is all about -

For example, at this moment, the young master of the Xiao family uses his legs very frequently, and not only does he use his legs frequently, this guy also has no routines at all. At first, Xiao Mo thought he was using Taekwondo when he observed his blocking posture. , but the man immediately discovered that the opponent is not purely Taekwondo in terms of offense - he uses sweeping kicks and knee bumps with great proficiency, these are kicks that are not used in Taekwondo...

Right now, he couldn't figure out the opponent's way, Xiao Mo even began to regret why he boasted to let the opponent "let go and go casually". In the quick attack of his son, the man could only rely on jujitsu to defuse it. During the period, I was hit to the core several times because of several years of neglect and unfamiliarity and slight shock and distraction...

It hurts.

The brat didn't show mercy at all.

Xiao Mo hardly doubted that after a while, his body would definitely have a large area of ​​shocking bruises.

But that's just the beginning.

Gradually, even the young man who has always maintained his attacking speed and strength slowly sensed something was wrong——

Yet over time, the men who gradually regained their form were hit less and less often.

And he started from pure defense at the beginning, mixed with some counterattacks that were not obvious.

At this moment.

The spotlight on the top of the head was very hot, and the whole head was buzzing, and suddenly there were not so many distracting thoughts. When the first drop of familiar sweat fell from the tip of the nose, for a moment, the man felt as if he heard it. The cheers of the people around - thunderous applause - the referees shouted his name with a strong North American accent. At this moment, the man even thought he was back on the stage where he was competing for the golden belt of his dream!

The opponent in front of him changed from a black-haired boy to an adult he was familiar with yet unfamiliar. In a trance, he punched and hit the opponent's head with his fast right fist. The movement of the steps drove the strength of the waist and the right shoulder slammed him into the air——

This series of attacks hit the opponent's head and stomach two vital points in succession, because Xiao Mo's hands were distracted for a moment, and he didn't hold back his strength. When he realized that he was really beating his son, the opponent was already whole Fell on the guardrail!

Fortunately, there are guardrails.

Otherwise, he might have flown below the stage in this moment of effort.

There was a daze on the corner of the black-haired man's lips, but when he saw clearly that the young man who was knocked into the air by him was holding on to the guardrail and trying to stand up, the daze gradually softened and finally turned into a shallow smile... He raised his hand, wiped the sweat off his face on his familiar gloves, and hurried up to the boy, just about to stretch out his hand to pull him up from the ground, but when he touched his front For a second, I saw the young man who was sitting on the ground with his head down the moment before suddenly raised his head——

The amber pupils are full of ferocity like a beast!

Xiao Mo was taken aback, but the boy's negligence at this moment was completely overturned. He almost landed on his buttocks in a panic, while the other party seized this second opportunity, and instantly crushed him like a hill. Going up to block the glaring light above the man's head——

The young man was hanging above the man, with his body stuck between his legs, his right hand resting on the side of Xiao Mo's body, his left hand was pressing on Xiao Mo's left knee, and Xiao Mo's right leg was being pressed against his right hand After the elbow, the man struggled, but found that the strength of his lower body was locked tightly at this moment, as if the whole body was tightly locked by an invisible big lock!

"Do you know Jiu-Jitsu?"

"I can do a little bit of everything, as long as I can save my life." The young man sneered, "Do you believe I can still use a gun?"

Between the words, the tightly intertwined limbs, the exchange of breath between the two parties without distinction between you and me, every minute and every second, you can almost feel the frequency of the other's chest rising and falling, and hear the sound of the other's heart beating...

A drop of sweat that slipped from the boy's forehead fell on Xiao Mo's lips.

The man subconsciously stretched out his tongue and licked his lips. Under the light, his lips that usually looked a little dry now became moist and red because of his action...

"Why, can't wait to seduce me?"

Xiao Mo heard the boy pressing on him ask in a joking tone.

But for this, the man just raised the corners of his lips in a leisurely manner: "Son, it seems not good to make a conclusion so early."

"Because I don't think it will appear in our posture—" the young man dragged out the end of his voice, as if implying that he pushed his lower body heavily against the man's crotch, "Is there any hope for God to unfold."

The eyes of the two met at this moment.

The young master of the Xiao family was as gloomy as water.

Xiao Mo was still calm and composed.

Neither of them spoke, as if patiently waiting for the other to speak.

Xiao Mo stared at his son calmly, his eyes slid all the way from his forehead and finally stopped on the curve of the man's jaw, which was perfect no matter what angle he looked at. It's not very suitable for him to look a little embarrassed now, but he just said leisurely: "Son, have I ever said that you should spend more time getting to know your dad?"

"Who?"

"I."

The boy lowered his body slightly, allowing himself to get closer to the man: "What do you mean?"

"Like if I never told you..."

The man raised his upper body slightly in cooperation, and brought the other party's ears to his lips in cooperation. When he almost felt his lips touch the other's earlobe, the man hooked the corners of his lips and let out a sigh. He said slowly, "No matter how you pretend, I will never be able to confuse you with Xiao Yan."

After the man finished speaking, he felt satisfied that the body that suppressed him stiffened suddenly.

At this very moment—

The man's right leg, which was supposed to be suppressed by the opponent, suddenly moved. He directly lifted his leg and bent his knee in the opposite direction, crossed the opponent's head and shoulders, and walked around the upper half of the opponent's arm. At the same time, he twisted his Support the upper body from the waist——

In the next second, there was a slight muffled sound when the opponent's forehead hit the boxing ring, and the arms of the opponent's right leg landed heavily on the soles of his feet. During the exchange of heavy breaths, the man had instantly turned from the one who was originally pressed down to the ground. In the blink of an eye, he turned defeat into victory and suppressed the young man to the ground!

The man lowered his head and looked at the eldest son who was pressed under him and looked embarrassed. There was a relaxed smile on his lips that could not be unpleasant——

"Son, you lost."