Reborn Tiger Poison Eater

When Zhuo Yang came home, Yan Yaoqin was sitting on the sofa in the living room and reading the newspaper in his spare time.The hand that squeezed the newspaper was full of strength, and the edges were wrinkled by the grasp, and the eyes swept across ten lines, almost fizzing sparks from rubbing against each other.

The room is very quiet, and those busy workers may have smelled a dangerous smell and fled far away early.When Yan Yaoqin saw his youngest son, he folded the newspaper: "Ah Yang, shall we chat in the study for a while?"

The word "okay" is just a decoration, and the tone cannot be refuted.

Zhuo Yang pursed his lips in puzzlement, feeling something strange about his father.Yan Yaoqin's face was calm, but there was not much anger in his eyes, and there was a bit of embarrassment in his depression. Rather than saying that he was angry, it would be more appropriate to say that he was angry.

When the youngest son was seated firmly, Yan Yaoqin walked back and forth twice, and asked straight to the point: "Why, Ayang, do you like playing soldiers?"

Zhuo Yang was surprised for a short time, and immediately understood that either Ah Yi took the initiative to report his whereabouts, or Yan Yaoqin asked in private, he didn't mind, and replied generously: "It's not like I like it, but I just collected a piece of it when I was young." It takes time to form a habit, and if you buy some rare collections or high-quality products, you will feel very satisfied.”

Yan Yaoqin nodded, clasped a cigarette case with his thumb and middle finger, and turned it over gently.After a long time, another sentence popped up out of nowhere: "What do you think about your cousin Zhuo Yuan...?"

Zhuo Yang was a little confused by this huge question, how about it?The question is too general.Speaking of which, how could Yan Yaoqin notice a little girl from the Zhuo family?After thinking about it, Zhuo Yang felt that he must have often brought his eldest brother and cousin together to make his father worry.

He didn't answer directly, but raised his eyebrows and asked, "Is it because you don't like your mother, and you can't even accept all women with the surname Zhuo?"

Yan Yaoqin was sent to the first army, and he was full of words, but he couldn't speak.Zhuo Yang and the Zhuo family are in the same line, but saying "no" to Zhuo Yuan will make the youngest son unhappy.

He picked out a cigarette and didn't smoke it. He squeezed it in his hand to enjoy it, and then pressed it vigorously into the ashtray.

Zhuo Yang has always hated the dark and depressing atmosphere around him the most, so he simply took the initiative to explain: "Don't worry, although eldest brother likes that kind of lively and straightforward girl, they are still in tune with each other, but the current relationship It’s limited to meeting and chatting, not even a friend. If you worry about this, it’s too early to worry about it. Don’t talk about germination, you haven’t even found the shadow of the seed yet.”

As if a strong wind swept by, in an instant, the tangled miasma on Yan Yaoqin's face disappeared, and he even showed a slightly exaggerated silly smile.He rubbed his hands together, reminding his son hesitantly: "In the future, be careful when interacting with people. After all, Lidao is different from foreign countries. It's not appropriate to be seen by people who hug each other on the street."

Zhuo Yang was really dumbfounded.Although he lived in Australia since he was a child, he has always lived in a neighborhood dominated by Chinese. He thinks that his style is not westernized. Besides, the object is his cousin, so what is wrong with expressing gratitude with a hug?

Lao Yan's inexplicable attitude is simply making trouble for no reason. People who don't understand it think they are jealous!

Wait...jealous?

Zhuo Yang quickly rejected this idea.He secretly blamed himself for thinking too wildly.If it is a mother and son, they may reject each other's intimate contact with other opposite sexes because of certain morbid circumstances, so how is it possible between father and son.

Dad eats his son's jealousy?It's just outrageous.

A few days later, Zhuo Yang was again kindly invited to the high-rise apartment by the lake.

Take the special elevator directly to the door of the apartment, and open the door by yourself.For convenience, Yan Yaoqin simply gave him a key.

Nothing changed in the apartment, Zhuo Yang poured himself a glass of cider with ease, sipping it leisurely and looking around.

Suddenly, his gaze was fixed on the small room next to the bedroom, and he walked two steps silently, his eyes widened in surprise, there were actually full of soldier models, from various periods, various arms, and various Categories, vehicles, weapons, characters... piled high from the ground to the ceiling!

Zhuo Yang opened his mouth wide, and finally bit the back of his hand.He stood there for a long time, then retreated step by step.

Looking back, the light brown and white checked tablecloth was still on the dining table in the distance, and the smell was familiar and friendly.He saw himself sitting side by side with Yan Yaoqin, one was eating dumplings with relish, and the other was looking at each other with relish.A drop of oil juice accidentally hung on the corner of his mouth, Yan Yaoqin laughed and helped to wipe it off, the gap between his fingers touching, his breathing was obviously out of rhythm...

Looking at the large sofa next to him, he saw Yan Yaoqin was carrying him on his back, put it down gently, leaned over to help change the house shoes with his own hands, and then pulled his calf into his arms and massaged it...

Finally, he walked to the door of the bedroom and stood leaning against the door frame. Facing the soft and comfortable big bed in front of him, he could completely imagine that when he fell asleep, maybe... Yan Yaoqin was like this, standing here, watching quietly. with...

It's not jealousy, what does the model full of the room represent?

For many moments, Yan Yaoqin's words played back in his mind bit by bit...

"I'm Yan Yaoqin, a 39-year-old middle-aged man, single, with two sons, living in Xiangfenli Road, and a milky yellow Labrador retriever at home..."

"What are you afraid of, drive, I can be your driver myself in the future..."

"How big is the stall? No one is bigger than my Ayang..."

"Sometimes, it may take a lot of detours to figure out what the person you like is like..."

He was originally a person who was extremely sensitive to subtle changes in the outside world, and these words and deeds were placed on irrelevant people, and he had already seen through them at a glance.But when it comes to himself, the subconscious instinctively avoids thinking in that direction.

Zhuo Yang leaned his back against the wall, his mind was at a loss.He despises himself for having such a conjecture, and at the same time is extremely afraid that this conjecture will become a reality.

Freed from the company's tedious affairs, Yan Yaoqin hurriedly led his people to the apartment.

Looking at the time, Zhuo Yang should have arrived. He must have been very surprised when he saw the soldiers gifts he had prepared.For these seemingly inconspicuous little things, Yan Yaoqin's subordinates have been busy for several days, searching everywhere in boutiques, online stores, and player websites.

As long as Zhuo Yang likes it, he will get it from heaven to earth.

In fact, Yan Yaoqin specially asked someone to make a [-]:[-] size real-life battlefield that can be spliced, which can be transported to Li Island in a few days.He considered converting the unused garages in the backyard into storage and playrooms for his son.Slowly, he secretly conceived a scene in his mind that even he thought was ridiculous—on a wide field, he and his son formed two teams of different characters, and then arranged them up, sticking to their respective positions, and fighting.

Yes, my son is actually 17 years old, long past the age to be interested in this kind of game.But I just want to pamper him, thinking that he will always live like a willful and indulgent child.

Not being able to watch Ayang grow from a baby to a child, and then to a handsome young man, is a regret that Yan Yaoqin can never make up for in his life.

Who did little Zhuoyang see when he opened his eyes for the first time?What was the first thing you learned to say?Was the first tooth that fell out tucked under the pillow waiting for the Tooth Fairy to come and get it?What kind of friends did you make on the first day of school?

Yan Yaoqin is so hopeful that he held Ayang's hand and led him to take the first step in life. He was the one who gave him the first baseball bat in his life, and he took him to drink the first cup in his life. Wine is the first dance I taught him to perform at the ball...

He hoped that when Ayang was a child, he would play outside after school, get rid of mud and water stains all over his body, and return home under the afterglow of the setting sun.And he himself stood at the gate, waiting for Ayang to run happily and happily into his arms, so that he could use both hands to hug his son, lift him up, over his head, as far as the sun High, held up to the sun...

Yan Yaoqin closed his eyes and smiled silently.

Everything in the car could not escape the driver Awan's eyes, including Yan Yaoqin's eggnog-like rich and sweet smile on the corner of his mouth.

In Yan's house, every person, every step, every small dusty gap under the window sills hides a secret.And the people who know the most secrets are often not those masters, young masters, wives, but some existences that are never noticed, such as gardeners, such as cooks, such as... he, the driver.

He is like Yan Yaoqin's other pair of legs, wherever the boss goes, he will go there, and what the boss does, he will do as well.Of course, he must also be like a real leg, with no senses, no memory, no sight, no hearing, no sense, no sound.

This is how Awan, driving Yan Yaoqin, grew from a underworld young man who returned from studying abroad to a calm business tycoon.Watch him step by step, turn the world around, change the face of the bad-smelling Dayuan Gang, and reorganize it into the famous Yan Empire.

Awan watched him barely survive the intrigue, watched him fight to the death with his own brother, watched him use the Zhuo family to strengthen his power, got engaged to Zhuo Yun and regretted his marriage, watched him go his own way Kang Yurou led her in, gave birth to two sons one after another, and finally died of dystocia.

Awan drove this car, drove the boss to the hospital, met the boy named Zhuo Yang, and brought him home.The same car roared all the way to Toronto Gallery, but failed to keep up with Death.It was also in this car that the always calm and indifferent boss lost his composure because of a handkerchief stained with his son's blood.

Others are very envious of the boss, Yan Yaoqin is rich, capable, and has status, and there are a lot of young and young Ai who want to climb into his bed.But Ah Wan couldn't envy him at all.

He knows that this man has no moment, no expression or action, which is pure and belongs to him.He has no childhood, no youth, no love, no brother.Every day of his life is spent performing, calculating, and using.

Those who shout that I am so lonely often have not really tasted the taste of loneliness.On the contrary, people who are truly lonely are most afraid of others seeing their loneliness.

Therefore, even though he knew that his boss was lonely, he never dared to act like he knew.

But I don’t know from which day, the boss changed. He would put aside his busy schedule and fly to Australia just to learn a strange way of making dumplings. He would give up his precious working time and go to the middle of the mountain to have a leisurely stroll with the puppy. , he would laugh out of nowhere during meals, and he would put aside 20 years of grievances and join forces with his deadly rival, the Zhuo family...

Finally, he is a living and flesh-and-blood person...

"Buzz..."

A burst of mobile phone buzzing pulled Yan Yaoqin out of his intoxicating reverie, and he reached out to pick up the phone, the smile on the corner of his mouth hadn't had time to fade away.

He listened quietly, his face slowly drooping, his fingers holding the phone tightened, and there was no answer.

After hanging up the phone for a long time, Yan Yaoqin took out a cigarette and lit it, pinched it on his fingertips, watched intently, but didn't smoke.Until the cigarette was burned out, he softly ordered: "Ah Wan, stop by the side of the road, get down, and leave me alone for a while..."