Reborn Tiger Poison Eater

Saying "get angry again tomorrow" is just a joke made by the little fox to tease his father.

Whether it's tomorrow, tomorrow's tomorrow, and many tomorrows after that, this sexy topic of "sit on the thigh" has never appeared again.The purpose of getting angry is not simply to have a quarrel and argue over who has the upper hand, but to find the root of the conflict and completely put an end to similar things that will cause the other party's displeasure.

There is no other use for quarreling except that it will kill the original feelings a little bit.What's more, I have died once, and I already know that life is short and impermanent. Who would spend precious time on meaningless disputes?

It's too late to enjoy happiness!

Zhuo Yang's schedule is full. He usually has to go to school to attend classes, and goes to Mr. Zheng's home three times a week to practice Chinese painting techniques. If he has time, he will find some gallery business cases to study by himself. Every day is busy and fulfilling.

Outside, Yan Yaoqin always kept in mind his purpose of "false alienation", and ignored Zhuo Yang's whereabouts. He finished work several times too early, passed by Mr. Zheng's mansion and knew that his youngest son was inside, and wanted to go in to have a look, but finally held back He asked someone to turn the car into the alley and wait secretly in the dark, just for the last few 10 minutes of going home with Zhuo Yang.

Even they don't need to talk, hold hands, or look at each other, as long as they close their eyes and feel the presence of each other, they are already extremely happy.

On weekends, Zhuo Yang mostly catches up on sleep at home.If Yan Yaoqin has entertainment, he will occasionally go out to find activities.He doesn't have many friends, and most of the tricks that young people like to play nowadays are unable to participate due to physical or interest reasons. Fortunately, he also knows some guys with the same weird style-such as Ding Shao from Chairman Lei's family.

When the weather is fine, Ding Ran will invite Zhuo Yang to go fishing together.When it comes to fishing, it doesn’t matter whether you can catch fish or not. What Ding Ran likes is to immerse himself in one’s world quietly, enjoy the wind, look at the sea, and bask in the sun.

The reason why Zhuo Yang was chosen as a companion was simply because he was quiet, had winks, and was very considerate of his many vices and eccentricities, so he could be just a pleasing decoration.Furthermore, he is always alone, which looks a little pitiful after all.

Regarding the friendship between Ding Ran and Zhuo Yang, Yan Yaoqin is very puzzled.Based on his observations, this Young Master Ding's eyes may not be able to accommodate anyone other than Curly Lei. The guy who is extremely silent has a limited quota for talking and making expressions every day, and he is allotted to President Lei. How can you have the time to deal with other people?

Sure enough, Zhuo Yang, who returned from fishing, was always exhausted and sluggish.When Yan Yaoqin returned home after the entertainment, he had already gone to bed early.Yan Yaoqin had no choice but to admire his son's silly sleeping appearance, and then devoted himself to the heavy work in the study with infinite loneliness.

Unexpectedly, in the dead of night, when the work was coming to an end, there was a light knock on the door of the study.Before he could make a sound, Zhuo Yang had already sneaked in in his pajamas, and he didn't forget to close the door behind him.

The air conditioner in the room was fully turned on, Zhuo Yang shivered unconsciously as soon as he entered.Yan Yaoqin quickly grabbed the phone on the table, dialed the internal line, and waved to his son: "Go and put on a coat, I will let Caiyi adjust the temperature down."

Zhuo Yang pressed his hand and hung up the phone: "Don't worry, I've already told Aunt Cai that you can concentrate on your work. I just woke up and got bored, so I came here to find some books to read."

He said he was looking for a book to read, but he didn't seem to want to read at all. He stayed away from the bookshelf, and just wandered around Yan Yaoqin with a smile on his face.

With his son's company, Yan Yaoqin was full of energy, and buried his head again to read the dense report.When it was time to sign, I remembered that I had to find a pen among the stacks of documents spread out. Just as I looked up, the pen had been passed between my fingers in time, and behind me was Zhuo Yang's sweet smiling face.Yan Yaoqin nodded with satisfaction and started working again.After a while, I became thirsty, and reached out to get the cup at the corner of the case. Before I got there, the cup was delivered steadily, and even the lid was lifted early.Yan Yaoqin felt refreshed after drinking the tea, and when he looked over, his son was still standing nearby silently, his brows and eyes crooked with a smile.

If things go on like this, no matter how good his concentration is, he can't help but get distracted, how can he do things?He just randomly pushed the documents in front of him, and asked his son gently, "Tell me, brat, what the hell are you trying to do by pretending to be so obedient today?"

"I just want to help you finish the work quickly, and then chat with me." Zhuo Yang was straightforward, with a little pitiful tone in his tone.

Now Yan Yaoqin is a little confused. His son has always arranged his life very fulfillingly. Even if he is alone, playing games and teasing the puppy, he can always have fun by himself. Why is he lonely?He got up immediately, supported Zhuo Yang's shoulders with both hands, took him to the sofa and put him away, and at the same time sat close to one side and asked carefully: "A Yang, did you encounter any troubles? It's okay, I'm here!"

Zhuo Yang pursed his lips and shook his head: "Oh...you're thinking too much! I just kept silent for too long when I was fishing with Brother Ran in the afternoon, and I was a little suffocated." He smirked exaggeratedly, "I sat opposite him For four full hours, floating and floating on the sea, he only said one word to me during the whole process..."

"What did you say?" Yan Yaoqin also became curious.

Zhuo Yang lay down with a bitter face, leaned on the arm of the sofa, put his knee on his father's lap, and complained dumbfoundingly: "Only when we first met, he said 'hi' to me, and then the power was completely cut off. ! If I didn't know him, I would have thought he was disabled!"

Yan Yaoqin couldn't hold back for a moment, and laughed out loud.

"You're still laughing!" Zhuo Yang lightly kicked Yan Yaoqin's thigh with his heel, expressing his dissatisfaction, "I really don't understand how Mad Dog communicates with him, you know, sometimes his mental activities are completely guesswork Yes, I don't know how many brain cells I killed in one afternoon!"

Yan Yaoqin smiled and put his hand on the top of his son's head and rubbed it a few times, pretending to check and said: "Let me take a look, um, I am really stupid, let the kitchen stew some pig brains to help you make up for it tomorrow, and I will give you all Come back!" He straightened his face a little bit, and advised his son, "Since you are not happy, next time you can find an excuse to push it down. Although Young Master Ding has a weird temper, he doesn't seem like a narrow-minded person."

"Guess, if he can really find someone more suitable to accompany him, does he still need to find me?" Zhuo Yang sighed with a smile, then put on a mischievous expression and wrinkled his nose, "Besides, I can't just eat rice , I have to find a way to make some contributions to the family. Although Brother Ran doesn't have any real power in the association, but he said a word, it is absolutely useful in the East District."

Looking at the philistine face his son pretended to hang up, Yan Yaoqin pretended to be disdainful: "You know?"

Zhuo Yang raised his chin gleefully, very proudly: "This is called pushing yourself and others. Let me ask you, Lao Yan, does what I say now matter to you? Huh?"

Yan Yaoqin was taken aback for a moment, squinted and smiled, "Smelly kid!"

Not to be outdone, Zhuo Yang said, "Stinky old man!"

"You're really brave! Saying that about Dad is like beating me!" Yan Yaoqin jumped forward, lifted him up, and raised his hand to slap his butt.

Zhuo Yang dodged in a panic, writhed and laughed, and pushed Yan Yaoqin with his hands indiscriminately: "You, you, you... If you dare to fight, you will run away from home! Hmph!"

The sofa was not that big, and the edges were soft. When he made such a fuss, his whole body slid down along the concave angle, and almost hit his head on the floor.Thanks to Yan Yaoqin's sharp eyesight and quick hands, he picked it up by the waist and carried it back. The two entangled and fell deep in the sofa, with Zhuo Yang on the bottom and Yan Yaoqin on top, with their chests almost touching each other.

The distance was too close, the other party's breath was sprayed on the face, warm and itchy, Zhuo Yang suddenly became confused, and his heart was beating wildly.His hands were originally in the posture of pushing outwards, and the palms of both hands were just above Yan Yaoqin's chest. The muscles there were strong and elastic, like burning coals, and the tentacles were hot.Zhuo Yang's arm softened all of a sudden, and slowly withdrew his strength, even subconsciously leaning his elbows on his back, sending himself forward.

His pajama pants were made of cotton sports style, and the drawstrings were already loosely tied, so after such a long time, they had already hung down to the hips and were about to get caught.The edge of the fat T-shirt is turned up, from the waist to the lower abdomen, revealing a small section of white and firm body, Yan Yaoqin's arm is wrapped around his back, the palm is resting on it, the palm is close to the smooth skin, the fingers are about to move, and I can't help thinking about it. To go down, just move a little half an inch, and you can touch the sexy crotch that was accidentally exposed.

Sweat seeps out of the pores quietly, and the fresh and quiet rosin smell is fumigated by the body temperature and diffuses in all directions.

Yan Yaoqin's throat tightened, his tone was a bit weird, and he murmured in a low voice: "Then...don't spank...then..."

Zhuo Yang's two hands hesitated for a long time, and tremblingly climbed onto Yan Yaoqin's neck. His brain was running fast, and his eyes stared at Yan Yaoqin's slightly opened lips for a moment. He wanted to kiss, but he didn't know how to do it. He even expected that Yan Yaoqin would take the initiative to make some gestures, so that he could cater to the trend.Speaking of passionate kisses between lovers, he has seen many times, but when it really happened to him, he was so shy that he didn't even have the courage to raise his head.

Hearing Yan Yaoqin's words, the playful nature in his bones made trouble, and he blurted out: "Then masturbate..."

As soon as the words came out, I immediately regretted it, my face turned red, my ears were burning hot, I felt dazed for a while, my whole body became stiff, and I didn't know how to put my limbs.

The expression in Yan Yaoqin's eyes is very complicated, changing rapidly... Sometimes it is desire, sometimes it is struggling, sometimes it is wild, sometimes it is apprehension... Finally, he regained his usual calmness, with his thumbs and index fingers clenched into small circles, Reached out to Zhuo Yang's forehead and flicked it vigorously: "Look at you, you've failed your studies, you're such a pervert!"

"When you get close to vermilion, you get red; when you get close to ink, you get black. It's just what you see and hear by your side every day." Zhuo Yang held on, refusing to admit defeat, rubbing his forehead exaggeratedly, but his heart was full of unspeakable frustration, " Since I'm a pervert, don't push me down, and be careful that I take advantage of you."

Trying his best to hide his depression, even Dou Ren became listless.It's obviously a joke, but when you taste it carefully, there is no reason to be breathless.

Yan Yaoqin's eyes were perceptive, and he caught the fleeting disappointment on his son's face, with mixed feelings in his heart.He didn't let go of his son immediately, but stretched out his thumb to touch the place where he just bounced, lifted his son's bangs, exposing his smooth forehead, and pressed his lips together, imprinting a light kiss full of deep meaning.

The kiss on the forehead was nothing more than talk, Zhuo Yang couldn't help being angry, but if he really let him speak out his inner thoughts, he wouldn't admit it even if he was killed.So he waved his hands and pushed away the people on him, and got up with a smile: "I'm not messing around with you anymore, I'm sweaty and sticky. If I wake up, I won't be able to sleep even more." He walked towards the door, walking lightly, but Not cheerful.Before going out, he still didn't forget to poke his head back to say good night, his smile was full of confusion.

As soon as the door was closed, only Yan Yaoqin was left, and he finally let out a long breath.

How beautiful Ayan is!God knows how painful it is for him to forcefully suppress his emotions.Of course he loves her, deeply in his bones, but he doesn't dare to possess and touch her easily.It was his treasure, the only one in the world, it would be damaged, melted, and dusty... Yan Yaoqin didn't want to ask for anything in the name of love.

Just like a piece of clothing, brand new and straight, reluctant to wear casually, like a plate of snacks, fresh and delicious, reluctant to eat casually, like an exquisite card, reluctant to write casually, hanging hands for a long time, not daring to drop the first gesture ...

A Yang is still so young, he has just reached his full age after his birthday, and has limited experience, even a blank slate in terms of love.There are some things that need to be given enough time for him to think clearly... Even if he says he is willing, give him a chance to confirm again and again whether he is really willing...

More importantly, Ayang hasn't said that word to himself yet...