Fawn

Cheng Shiteng stared at his father, his eyes were red, and he yelled in a crying voice: "That's a deer! You can do it too?!" He raised his hand and pointed upwards: "Go upstairs and have a look, you will kill him What kind of disaster has become?!"

Sitting on the sofa, Cheng Tingli looked up at his red-faced son, with an expression between interest and laughter: "Xiao Rui, are you crazy?"

Cheng Shiteng stood in front of him, with a sinuous vein protruding from his white forehead: "I've hurt him once, and now you're forcing him again—you don't lack people around you, why do you have to focus on someone surnamed Lu?" Don’t you know he’s not happy after playing with me and playing with my son?”

Cheng Tingli looked at Cheng Shiteng with a calm face, but gloated in his heart.When his son was young, he had indeed cherished paternal love for this child, but as the little boy became a big man, and there was a deer between them, Cheng Tingli saw that he was no longer just a son.

Cheng Tingli refuses to grow old, refuses to accept old age.Cheng Shiteng was born in the same mold as him, but he was more than [-] years younger than him.So in the face of desire, he is jealous of his son just like he is jealous of He Ruolong.

"Not happy?" He said lightly: "Why not happy? He told you that he was not happy?"

Cheng Shiteng shouted: "He can't even walk!"

Cheng Tingli chuckled with a good temper: "Chicken!"

Cheng Shiteng stared fixedly at his father, knowing that he couldn't reason with him.Cheng Tingli was notoriously lustful, and he had long coveted the deer, and it was impossible for the deer to get out of his hands if it fell into his hands.

But he couldn't retreat completely, leaving half his life is fine, so he sighed, his voice lowered a lot: "Father, then you can let the deer go, I just went upstairs to see him, he..."

Having said that, he paused: "He is so pitiful."

Cheng Tingli smiled, then raised his head, and told him calmly: "Xiaorui, Xiaolu will be my man from now on, don't worry about his affairs."

Then he waved his hand outside, and he leaned back: "Go out, rest early today. I'll hear about the situation in Nanjing tomorrow."

Cheng Shiteng looked at him for a long time, and finally said: "He is not yours."

Cheng Tingli frowned with a half-smile, then withdrew his feet from the coffee table.Putting his thumbs in the belt of the nightgown around his waist, he stood up, walked slowly to the coat rack in the corner of the living room, and took off a straight and shiny ebony walking stick from the rack.Holding the cane as if holding a knife and waving it, he turned around and walked towards Cheng Shiteng in a leisurely manner.

Cheng Shiteng watched him getting closer and closer, and had a bad premonition in his heart, but he gritted his teeth and stood still, he refused to back away.

So Cheng Tingli got closer and closer until he finally stopped in front of him.He raised his cane high towards his son, and he immediately pulled it down viciously: "You are unworthy! How dare you flirt with your father!"

The hard cane hit Cheng Shiteng's shoulder, and he let out a wailing cry immediately.He is a son, and he can't fight back, so there are only two ways at the moment, either bear it or run away.He was in so much pain, clutching his shoulders and kneeling, subconsciously wanting to run away, but when he thought about the little deer, he decided not to run away—if he ran away today, he would have no right to speak in the future!

Cheng Tingli was never relentless in beating his son, and he was very good at beating him, avoiding the vital parts, and only greeted the unimportant parts, and he was able to beat the eldest son who was so tall.

Today he was a little more ruthless than usual, because he wanted to beat his son honestly once.However, today my son suddenly regained his strength. Although he dodged and dodged, he never made a sound, let alone shed tears.That being the case, he had no reason to stop, and simply had a good time with his temper.

At the end of the fight, he threw his stick on the ground.Putting his hands into the pockets of his nightgown, he kicked his son's chest and abdomen.

He is not young, but he is well maintained and has great strength. When he is angry, his hands and feet are extraordinarily ruthless.Seeing his son curled up on the ground and unable to get up, he turned around blankly and went out to the third floor on his own.

When Cheng Tingli entered the door, Xiao Lu was standing in front of the window, holding a cup with both hands to drink water.Li Guoming stood aside, holding a bottle of iced soda in his hand.Seeing Cheng Tingli coming, he pursed his lips and smiled winkingly, put down the soda bottle and slipped out.Cheng Tingli ignored him, walked straight to Xiao Lu, and asked in a low voice, "Why did you get out of bed again?"

The deer lowered his eyes and stared at the mouth of the cup.The glass is cold boiled water with ice cubes added, the ice cubes have not yet melted, floating crystal clear on the water.

Cheng Tingli leaned against the window sill, and stood obliquely in front of the deer: "Did you lie down for a long time, feeling bored?"

Xiao Lu finally raised his eyes to look at him, as if meeting him for the first time, he looked at Cheng Tingli again and again, at one moment he felt that he was a stranger, and at another moment he felt very familiar.And Cheng Tingli put his arms around his chest, first met his gaze, tilted his head inquiringly, then raised a hand, and touched his head and face.

"I'm old." He smiled self-deprecatingly, and put his hand down: "I feel a little guilty in front of you."

Then he took the cup from Xiaolu's hand: "I won't leave, I will lie down with you."

Cheng Tingli carried Xiaolu back to the bed.

He sat by himself against the head of the bed, and at the same time hugged the fawn by the waist and refused to let it go.Looking down into Xiaolu's eyes, he asked with a soft smile, "Kiss, okay?"

Xiaolu blinked, but didn't answer.

Cheng Tingli leaned down with a smile, and before the real kiss, he licked the deer's lips with the tip of his tongue.He didn't squeeze his tongue into the fawn's lips until he had licked and sucked his lips repeatedly.Xiao Lu closed his eyes, and thought of He Ruolong at the same time—it was not He Ruolong who he thought of, but many unspeakable characteristics and fragments of him, such as the strength of his tongue, the smell of his skin, and the heat of his breath.

This kind of memory made him suddenly want to find an object, fill it up crazily and hit it until it exploded and shattered.So he slowly stuck out the tip of his tongue. Since he had no choice, he could only use the opportunity of kissing to invade Cheng Tingli's mouth.

He has a slender and flexible tongue that can swim deep like a snake.Cheng Tingli immediately trembled, and then raised his hand to support the back of his head.But after Xiao Lu noticed his excitement, he felt cold for no reason, because the other party was not He Ruolong.

He Ruolong failed him, betrayed him, even betrayed him.He hated his soul, yet he was still fascinated by his body when he thought of it.

Slowly retracting his tongue, he raised his face and stopped responding.Cheng Tingli raised his head and stared at him for a moment, then lifted his shirt.

Burying his face into his chest, Cheng Tingli began to sniff and suck addictively.He held the nipple with his teeth and pulled it gently, so that he didn't let the deer feel any more pain.Holding the little deer's slender waist with one hand, he thought that even if this is an iceman, he would lick him today.

Sure enough, Cheng Tingli let out a gasp from Xiaolu, and the thin waist in his hand gradually softened.One hand stretched down, and through a thin layer of silk, he pinched the other's soft little thing.Putting his fingers against the top of the organ and kneading it, he teased out a faint trace of water on the surface of the silk.This time he turned his head to look at Fawn's face again, and he saw Fawn's big black eyes wide open, his sharp thin lips parted slightly, and he looked dazed.Looking further down, the hem of the pajamas was rolled up to the collarbone, and the two bright red spots on the chest still had a gleam of water.

Cheng Tingli was extremely satisfied with everything he saw.Pulling off Xiao Lu's shirt, he leaned over and hugged him tightly like coaxing a child: "Sleep, sleep, little baby, your sins are over. When you recover your body, godfather will make you ruthless." Have a hard time."

Xiaolu closed his eyes drowsily, Cheng Tingli did have some tricks to make him itch from body to heart.

It's a pity that there is no cure for this itching. For him, it is both temptation and torture.