Rarely affectionate

Zhou Zhengrong felt that he was really miserable.

His Zhou family has belonged to Yuan's family since his grandfather's generation, and he is already the third generation.His grandfather was the secretary of the old man of the Yuan family, and his father was the senior executive of Yuan Cheng's father's group. He is now Yuan Cheng's closest special assistant.Although his ineffective son was taken care of by Mr. Yuan's decree to "treat him generously", his daughter has a very close relationship with Mr. Yuan.If it wasn't for his daughter being a few years older than Lang Bai...

Far away.Zhou Zhengrong felt that it was tragic that even though he was so close to Yuan's family, he was scolded by Yuan Cheng no less than those nodding office workers!

For example, as the "Zhou Zazuier" known for his strict mouth since he was a child, he has to take on the heavy responsibility of waking Yuan Cheng up in certain mornings.And this important task often caused him to be scolded bloody by Yuan Cheng early in the morning.

Yuan Cheng's personal living habits are actually extremely strict, thanks to his many years of seizing the heir apparent - there are a large group of uncles and cousins ​​around him who are watching and picking on him.Get up on time every morning, jog, take a cold shower, read the newspaper while eating breakfast, handle the phone in the car, go to the office to process documents, exercise before dinner, and go to bed on time at night.

But Yuan Cheng is also an individual, a mature man with a strong body and a healthy body; not only does he have a few mistresses who have been with him for more than ten years, but also those partners, related people, high-ranking officials... also like to give gifts to each other Beauty, in order to sort out the relationship and get through the information.

A few years ago when the young master was at home, Yuan Cheng was extremely restrained, even the most popular girl Qiaoqiao could not stay overnight at Yuan's house.I picked it up when it was just dark, and sent it away in the early morning at the latest, so that the children were not allowed to see those women.

Later, the young master left home, and Yuan Cheng really lived a ridiculous few months.Sometimes it was almost midnight in the morning, and before he left the door of the bedroom, there was already a long queue of people waiting for him to meet him, anxiously waiting for him.

At this time, Comrade Zhou Zhengrong, who is the most honest and reliable, who doesn't talk nonsense, and who is born with a cannon fodder face, took on the important task of digging Yuan Cheng out of his mistress' bed!He had to bang on the door with a bitter face, and while knocking on the door, he shouted with his voice like a broken gong: "Mr. Yuan! It's time to get up! Mr. Yuan! Mr. Yuan! It's time to get up!..."

Yuan Cheng usually rushed out and pointed at his nose and scolded him until he was bloody, and sometimes he would kick him on the head when he was in a hurry——Mr. It's all rich landlords.

Fortunately, this miserable day didn't last long, and soon Yuan Cheng recovered from the pain of leaving his beloved son, and returned to the life of a model boss who got up regularly, did morning exercises, and went to work on time—this is due to Ms. Qiaoqiao.

Zhou Zhengrong once felt relieved that he no longer had to risk his life to wake his boss up early in the morning.

But obviously, during Yuan Cheng's visit to the United States to visit his youngest son, Zhou Zhengrong's dream was severely shattered by the harsh reality...

"Mr. Yuan! Mr. Yuan!" Zhou Zhengrong wished he could kneel on the thick rabbit fur carpet under his feet, his voice trembling uncontrollably as if he had been frozen.

"It's time to get up, Mr. Yuan, we can't delay any longer! The meeting of the American branch will start in half an hour, and you have scheduled a phone call to the Hong Kong head office at noon! Mr. Yuan! Mr. Yuan, you can do it as long as you are old, hurry up and get up." Ouch!……"

Suddenly there was a sound similar to hitting furniture in the closed door, and then suddenly there was no sound.

Zhou Zhengrong faced the crack of the door and tried his best to prick up his ears.

He was sure that Yuan Cheng had already woken up, the sound was obviously made when the human body hit the cabinet, if the impact was so heavy, if he didn't wake up, he would never wake up for the rest of his life!

But why can't I afford it when I wake up?Are you doing something inappropriate for children...?

No, no, Zhou Zhengrong immediately denied his guess.Are you kidding me, does this house belong to Yuan Cheng? --no!This is the student apartment under Langbai's name!Even if Yuan Cheng had the guts, he didn't dare to solicit prostitutes openly in the apartment of his most arrogant and arrogant young son!

What kind of personality is Lang Bai? He colluded with the Mexican underworld family, killed several elders in his own family, and forced his father to give him an orthodox name included in the family tree. He walked up the road paved with flesh and blood!If he found out that his father recruited prostitutes in his bedroom, then Yuan Cheng would be blamed if he didn't eunuch ==

... Then, apart from Yuan Cheng, the other one in the bedroom might be Lang Bai?

It's not impossible, Mr. Yuan has always been noble and weak, sleeping with his father since he was a child, no one thinks it's wrong.It is Yuan Cheng's own business to dote on his youngest son. Is there anything wrong with him being willing to borrow and live in his youngest son's house?

"Oh!"

There was another muffled sound, not loud, and the wooden door with good sound insulation effect could not let out more.

Zhou Zhengrong was dumbfounded—it sounded like a heavy object fell to the ground, who fell?Why don't you answer?Is there an emergency? !

Zhou Zhengrong became anxious, and began to hammer the door hard: "Mr. Yuan! Mr. Yuan! Are you in there? What's the matter? Mr. Yuan! Young master! Young master!" He was in a hurry, and even Lang Bai started to shout.

There was silence in the door, and then only Yuan Cheng's voice came out, which was a little vague and inaccurate: "...I'm fine. This morning's meeting is cancelled."

"Ah?!" Zhou Zhengrong was stunned for a moment, and asked loudly, "Is it cancelled, Mr. Yuan?"

This time Yuan Cheng's voice was much clearer: "Yes! — Get lost!"

Zhou Zhengrong hesitated for a moment, but then Yuan Cheng seemed impatient, and said angrily, "Get lost!"

Zhou Zhengrong has been obedient to orders all his life and has become instinctive. Before he finished speaking, he scrambled and ran out, until he stopped in the living room with lingering fear.God, this is too exciting!Mr. Yuan, you are not really recruiting prostitutes in your youngest son's apartment, are you? !

Although Yuan Cheng told him to get out, he didn't dare to really get out like that; he wandered around the living room full of anxiety, while desperately circling around, while praying to heaven in bits and pieces: "O myriad Buddhas! Tell Mr. Yuan to do something in the young master's bedroom that will make the young master furious! I don't want to be cannon fodder for their father and son's infighting..."

The floor-to-ceiling curtains in the bedroom were drawn tightly, and the room was dark, except for the orange light from a wall lamp at the corner of the bed.A corner of the thin silk quilt was hanging down on the carpet, and the light-colored bed curtain was pulled halfway diagonally, revealing a messy bed sheet.

One of Lang Bai's hands protruded from the gap in the bed curtain, tightly clutching the bed sheet, his knuckles were distorted and white, trembling slightly, it looked as if he would break his own fingers with such force .

Yuan Cheng intentionally slowed down his movement, and brushed his face with his fingers: "Don't bite, call me to listen."

Lang Bai closed his eyes tightly, bit the quilt with his teeth, and tried his best not to make a sound.

"Hey, baby, I'll let you go if you call out." Yuan Cheng wanted to pull the quilt out of Lang Bai's jaws, but he clenched it too tightly and couldn't pull it off—Yuan Cheng was almost sure that as long as Lang Bai With nothing in Bai's mouth, he would definitely not be able to help crying.

This child usually lives too pure and ascetic, and avoids things in bed extremely.As long as his lust is really picked up, he will not be able to control it at all, and can only be helplessly and passively involved in the vortex of desire.He can't do anything, and he doesn't know how to explain it. If you tease him hard enough, he can make him cry.

"Do you feel uncomfortable? Do you feel pain? What do you want, you say." Yuan Cheng stopped and stopped moving, patiently kissing the wet spots on the corners of his younger son's eyes, "Just tell Dad what you want, this kind of thing is not always Painful, you know?"

It was good that he didn't stop, but once he stopped, the desire became even more burning.Lang Bai's consciousness was fuzzy, his ears were buzzing, and he didn't know what he was doing, so he called out instinctively: "Dad...!"

That extremely short, crying moan was fragile and seductive, as long as it was a man, it would probably drive him crazy.

But after that sound, he tightly shut his mouth—the incident of Zhou Zhengrong's knock on the door just now gave him a great stimulus, but last night was actually fine, and now Yuan Cheng is unwilling to make any sound no matter how irritating he is. up.

The fire in Yuan Cheng's heart was burning up, his eyes were bloodshot, but his tone of voice was barely controlled so that he didn't look so scary: "What do you want Dad to do? What do you want? Be good, tell me."

Lang Bai turned his head and wanted to bite the corner of the pillow, but was forcibly stopped by Yuan Cheng, he could only clenched his teeth tightly and kept silent, his eyelashes trembling violently.After a while, Yuan Cheng felt something was wrong, and stretched out his hand to forcefully open his teeth, only to see that the corners of his lips had been bitten deeply and blood was gushing out.

Yuan Cheng was startled and regretted a bit: "Ah Bai..."

Tears welled up in Lang Bai's eyes, and he yelled tremblingly, "Dad, hurry up!..."

The ending of the last word was submerged in uncontrollable groans, Yuan Cheng inserted it heavily, and the instant pleasure slid through his body like an electric current, Lang Bai didn't even have a clear consciousness, he could only cry out in a vague cry He said: "Dad, Dad, please... Dad!..."

As a result, Yuan Cheng was not only called into a meeting in the morning, but also the conference call at noon. Bar?After such a delay, it was already noon when I came out.

In fact, Yuan Cheng didn't have a sense of accomplishment in his heart.Men's psychology is very delicate, not all males like the way the bully pushes his bow hard, the body is temporarily vented, but the mind has a deep sense of frustration.And that kind of emotional guilt and indebtedness will last for a long time, much longer than the temporary physical pleasure.

Yuan Cheng was in such a situation three years ago.

Many people like the feeling that you love me, especially the little beauty who is willing to succumb to your masculine charm. It has nothing to do with other external factors such as money transactions, power status, etc., simply because you are capable. .Does Lang Bai care about his father's power, money or status?never!Yuan Cheng knew this well.Such a little beauty he brought up with his own hands, his own little son whom he loves like a pearl, can be subdued by him in bed, not only you love me, but also beg him, this can satisfy Yuan Cheng's male self-esteem more than anything .

This made Yuan Cheng feel that some of the shadows of three years ago had been dispelled. Although it would not be possible for the youngest son to immediately eliminate all hatred, it at least showed some tenderness.

Yuan Cheng carried Lang Bai to the bed, put on his pajamas, and tucked in the quilt.Lang Bai was already drowsy, snuggling into Yuan Cheng's arms in a daze, breathing lightly.

After the lust faded away, his face immediately returned to the normal pale, thin and calm appearance, looking a little weak.His body temperature was not as high as Yuan Cheng's, his microcirculation was not in good shape, and his cheeks felt a little cold to the touch.

Lying there quietly on his side made Yuan Cheng vaguely uneasy.

Among the princelings he knew, few young people were as cold and weak as Lang Bai. Most of them grew up under the protection of nannies and guards. They were healthy and strong, and they definitely lived longer than their parents.If the Yuan family has problems raising children, isn't Yuan Xiao in good health?Ever since I was a child, I haven't even had a headache, and I'm as strong as anything!

Similar to Langbai's situation, Yuan Cheng only knew of one princeling, and it wasn't considered a serious princeling. It was a descendant of the Wang family who came to Hong Kong from Beijing when the cards were reshuffled in [-]s.Because his father was unsuccessful, the whole family put their hopes on his grandson, so he was particularly ambitious and scheming since he was a child.Everyone who has dealt with him said that he is really born to be a leader, he can be ruthless and tough, and he has no plans.It's just that this person didn't live long, and suddenly got hemoptysis when he was in his prime, and he passed away in a few years.

That was the only example of a son walking in front of his father in Yuan Cheng's circle. Back then, he didn't feel anything when he saw the grief in his family, but now he was very shocked when he recalled it.

Yuan Cheng has two sons in his life. If anything happens to Yuan Zou, it will be a very, very serious blow to the Yuan family; if anything happens to Lang Bai, Yuan Cheng feels that the rest of his life will be ruined!

This unpleasant guess lingered in Yuan Cheng's mind for a long time, so that he was restless all afternoon, and the air pressure around him was quite low.Everyone didn't know what happened, and Zhou Zhengrong was even more frightened.

As a result, at night, Yuan Cheng suddenly remembered something, clapped his hands, and turned his head to ask him: "By the way, Lao Zhou! When your son caught Zhou when he was a child, the bone-touching master you hired for him to tell fortunes is still in contact now." up?"

Zhou Zhengrong said: "...Huh?!"