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On the 25th day of the Lunar New Year, people in the town were talking about one thing. The eldest grandson of the Wen family brought back a daughter-in-law, a young man.

This doesn't make Mr. Wen angry.

Mo Mo looked at the aunt who was wearing an apron in front of him, endlessly admonishing all kinds of rules, he raised his hand and rubbed his temple vigorously, his complexion was very bad.

"Mom, it's getting dark."

"Look at my memory, hey, I'm really old and useless." The aunt took out two hard-boiled eggs from the front pocket of the apron and stuffed them into Shen Mo's hands, and patted the callused hands with rough work. Patting the back of his hand, he said kindly and enthusiastically, "Xiaobei, eat the eggs quickly, I'll go downstairs to cook."

Silence hummed, and after the aunt left, he lay on the bed, put the egg in his hand aside, and looked at the house in front of him. The simple and heavy mahogany furniture was clean and almost dust-free, and there were a few pictures on the white wall. Landscape paintings and calligraphy, with several pots of gladiolus and pine trees in the corner, are extremely elegant.

A whole afternoon has passed since they came back, and Wen Qi hasn't come back yet. Judging from the information received from 111, Mr. Wen has a straight temper and clear punishment. If he is wrong, he is wrong. It is estimated that he will have to pay some price to let him go. The old man swallowed that breath.

He was very tired, and in the rosin floating in the air, he fell asleep on his side silently, and slept for a long time. When he woke up, he saw Wen Qi packing his luggage.

Sitting up, stretching out his hand, seeing Wen Qi's back slightly stiff when touching Wen Qi's back, his silent brows frowned instantly.

"Take off your clothes."

With a pause in his hands, Wen Qi folded the clothes and put them on the side, and said with a smile, "I'll take you out for a walk, there is an old tree behind, it is said that there are hundreds of..."

The silent voice was stern and could not be refused, "Wen Qi."

The young man's angry voice made Wen Qi sigh helplessly. He took off the sweater on his body and unbuttoned his shirt.

The scene in front of him changed Shen Mo's expression. The man's back was covered with more than a dozen scars, which seemed to be hit with a stick, and each of them was staggered.

Seeing that the person behind him had not moved for a long time, Wen Qi turned around, hugged him in his arms, and stroked his hair, "Xiaobei, I will communicate with Grandpa, don't worry."

Silence frowned, "Is this the way of communication?"

After speaking, he stretched out his hand to put his clothes on, and the two sat on the bed, the atmosphere became quiet, and they were immersed in their respective worlds thinking about things.

Not long after, there was a knock on the door, followed by an aunt's voice, "Prayer, Xiaobei, it's time for dinner."

When Shen Mo and Wen Qi went downstairs, there was already an old man sitting on the table. His white hair was neatly combed just like the military coat on his body, not messy at all, and even his sitting posture was correct, solemn and solemn.

Wen Qi went to the kitchen to serve the dishes, and only Shen Mo and the old man were left in the living room.

There was an induction cooker on the table, steam was rising from the pot, and the smell of mutton filled the air. Across the table, one old and one young were as motionless and expressionless as two Buddha statues.

When Wen Qiduan came in with a basket of vegetables, he saw his two most important people standing in front of a painting and talking about something. He was so surprised that he almost staggered on the threshold.

Put the dishes into the pot and open them one by one with chopsticks. Wen Qi kept paying attention, but he didn't hear clearly after a while, so he hesitated and walked over.

"grandfather."

"Hmm." The old man put his hands behind his back, "How old are you?"

"Xiaobei 19."

Shen Mo raised his eyelids, and when he heard the man beside him answering for him first, the corners of his eyes twitched, and he knew without looking that the old man's face was definitely not in a good mood.

No matter which family is the same, the older generation hopes that their beloved grandchildren will be spoiled by others instead of spoiling others, because in their hearts, their grandchildren are the best.

People are biased.

"Did I ask you?" The old man said coldly with wrinkled eyes, "Go to help in the kitchen."

Touching his nose, Wen Qi chuckled, "I'm done." Then his hand secretly touched the silent hand, silently comforting.

Silently, calmly and calmly, he said lightly, "I live in City C. I haven't studied since graduating from high school. I currently make money by writing novels. It's not much. It's about [-] to [-] a month, and there are no five insurances and one insurance. gold."

"Who else is in the house?"

Shen Mo said calmly, "I am an orphan."

For some reason, the old man was upset again. When he saw Wen Qi serving food for Shen Mo at the dinner table, his face sank completely.

The aunt was hired by Wen Qi to take care of the old man. The people in the neighboring town have been working for more than ten years, but in previous years, she was asked to go back around the 28th of the new year. When the old man finished eating, he told her not to do it for a few days. I only need to be responsible for supervising the work, not only the aunt is stunned, but even Wen Qi is stunned.

"Didn't you bring back a daughter-in-law? Hold Grandpa's leg and keep saying that you want to live a good life, so let Grandpa see if he can meet the requirements set by the family." The old man said coldly, "Let him do those things , including the New Year’s Eve dinner.”

Silence wiping the table: …

The aunt next to him looked at Shen Mo sympathetically, she knew that the old man was stubborn and old-fashioned, and could not tolerate sand in his eyes.

It took a lot of time to wash the pots and dishes, and clean the living room. Seeing Wen Qi furtively gesturing to him in silence, he pulled his lips, waved his hand, and generously told the other party a message, "This is a difficult matter." don't fall on me"

Wen Qi, who was originally worried like an ant on a hot pan, couldn't laugh or cry, but he didn't miss the boy washing dishes in the kitchen, and his hands were probably stiff.

At night, not long after Shen Mo lay down, the door was gently pushed open, and the person who walked in walked lightly, the quilt was lifted, and the body that came in was cool.

"Good night." Wen Qi gently kissed Shen Mo's forehead, hugged him in his arms, and breathed in his breath comfortably, with contented and happy arcs drawn on his lips.

Before dawn the next day, he got up and sneaked back to his room.

Silence, who had struggled on the bed for a long time, woke up bitterly, the weather here was extremely cold, and when he cleaned the tables, chairs, benches and windows, his hands were already numb from the cold.

Wen Qi held Shen Mo's frozen red hand, kissed his fingertips with distressed lips, and gave him medicine in the room at night.

Afterwards, Shen Mo applied medicine to the wounds on Wen Qi's back, and the two hugged and chatted together. At least the old man didn't drive Shen Mo out, and he didn't say too many radical words, which was enough for a serious soldier. It's not easy.

After all, the other party involved is his eldest grandson, bringing a male wife home, such a sprint is not small, most people can't hold their breath, and it is estimated that the world will be turned upside down.

The people in the town waited and waited but didn't see any jokes from the Wen family. Only a few people would come to ask a few questions with concern, and Wen Qi basically responded with a smile.

Every time she saw Shen Mo not familiar with cutting vegetables, the aunt didn't dare to disobey the old man's instructions, so she didn't go up to help, but she would intentionally or unintentionally remind Shen Mo how to be lazy.

Knowing that the New Year's Eve dinner will be fried dumplings, dumplings, and cooking those complicated dishes, and then heard that the aunt is going home for the New Year, the expression on Silence's face is the same as hearing some shocking news, and he stood there for a while , Calmness returned to his eyes.

The old man caught this point, and there was a little appreciation in his eyes. The boy's calmness that is different from ordinary people is indeed very good.

On the day of Laba, Wen Qi, who appeared in Shen Mo's room on time, handed over a bean paste bun that had been heated in the microwave oven. The two of them stayed silently for a while. Pressing up, tossing and grinding, lingering, gentle kiss, the tip of the tongue pressed against his lips and teeth, sucking his tongue, absorbing the residual sweetness of bean paste, slowly and gently.

There is a masculine breath in his mouth, with a faint mint flavor, his lips and tongue are soft and warm, with a clear possessive desire, slowly plundering his breath, silently leaving the hand that hooked Wen Qi's neck, and put it into his hair In, slowly tightened, rubbing.

After a long time, their lips parted, and the breathing of both of them became a little faster, and they stared at each other with undisguised emotion.

Lying in the quilt, the silent posture was relaxed and casual, and Wen Qi took off his clothes. When those warm hands touched his legs, the breath of silence was quick.

Comforting the object that slowly stood up in the palm of his hand, Wen Qi's tongue slid back and forth, licked it, swallowed it whole into his mouth, sucked it provocatively and then let it go.

Lips down, licking the two slightly cool balls, Wen Qi sucked them into his mouth, moistened them with saliva, slowly rubbed his hands against his thighs, moved to his buttocks, rubbed and deformed.

The panting in the quilt was hot, Shen Mo grabbed Wen Qi's hair, pulled it forward, put all of himself into his warm mouth, and finally lay down tremblingly in the back and forth licking and sliding for more than a dozen times .

Licking off the liquid from his lips, Wen Qi caressed Mo Mo's naked body. The two would separate after kissing under the quilt, stare at each other for a few moments, and lean forward to kiss again.

Pressing his knees against the silent legs, he took off the prepared cover and put it on his own desire. Wen Qi stroked the small mouth with his hand, and pressed the surrounding folds with his thumb to make him relax.

"Xiao Bei, are you comfortable?"

Shen Mo made a lazy sound from his nasal cavity, put his hand on Wen Qi's shoulder, bit his neck lightly with his lips, and licked his sliding Adam's apple a few times, his hot body driven by lust bumped with the rhythm that was getting faster and faster .

With strength in his arms, he tightly wrapped his lover in his arms, and kept kissing his sweaty cheeks. Wen Qi panted heavily, and moved forward a little bit, making himself inseparable from him, and let out a cry from his upturned throat Sigh of contentment.

Gradually, a single impact sounded from the place where the two were close together, accompanied by a strong pleasure every time they entered and exited.

The breath is full of the breath of a man, strong but gentle and domineering, silently moved his waist, raised his legs a little higher, and raised his hips to meet him.

More and more sweat covered each other's bodies, and the two quickly found a tacit understanding. They were both taking care of each other and wanted to make each other more comfortable.

Wen Qi's hand slowly touched down from Silent's shoulder, held his hand, and interlocked his fingers, feeling the scorching heat from the same sweaty palm, then smiled softly, calling out to Silent's in a low voice. name.

"Hmm... um..." The sudden deep thrust of the blow made Shen Mo's body tremble, and a panting moan overflowed from his mouth, sweat dripped from his forehead, his eyelids were a little blurry, there was a moist and hot touch on his lips, and his warm breath sprayed on his face. On his face, the already intermittent breathing was blocked, he frowned slightly, biting the tongue that came in with his teeth, the force was not heavy, and there was a hint of flirting.

Wen Qi's eyes darkened, and he let him lick the tip of his tongue, and sucked it a few times, until his mouth was turned by the other party, and he found that the other party wanted to leave, so he entangled him in time.

The limbs are entangled without leaving any gaps, and the waist moves violently amidst the heavy growls and groans.

The postures of the two making love are similar, and they always hug each other face to face, rubbing each other in sweat and deep kisses, rushing to the peak of pleasure.

As a result, Shen Mo was busy working in the kitchen the next morning, and Wen Qi was busy accompanying him. Both of them forgot the used cover in the trash can. Looking at Shen Mo from top to bottom, his eyes were like a brush, brushing over Mo Mo's whole body, and finally stopped at his butt.

"Xiaobei, auntie will cook a pot of chicken soup for you before you go home in the afternoon, to replenish your body."

Both Shen Mo and Wen Qi were very shrewd, and they understood where the problem was within a moment, and their eyes silently drifted over the garbage bag in the aunt's hand.

Warmly pray and help the forehead.

The corner of Silence's mouth twitched.