Rarely affectionate

When Wang Jiadong woke up, he didn't know where he was for a moment.

There is snow in front of me, the white walls, the white bed, the white cup, the bright red blood bag... Oh, in the ward.

A beautiful hand reached out and gently tucked the corner of the quilt.Wang Jiadong turned his face all of a sudden, and saw a boy with a fair face and good looks, about fourteen or fifteen years old, standing beside the bed, with a faint smile on his face, which seemed to be very gentle.

Wang Jiadong instantly recalled who he was.

Although he was drunk at the time, he was not so drunk that he couldn't remember anything.Besides, this young man is so good-looking, it is really unforgettable.

"Are you awake? The doctor said you will never wake up again. I'm really worried."

It was still difficult for Wang Jiadong to speak.He looked at the boy motionlessly, only to see that he was wearing a gray long-sleeved T-shirt of an unknown brand, Gucci low-rise jeans, and a electronic watch customized by lotos on his wrist.The boy's soft black hair stuck to the back of his snow-white neck, and because he lowered his head slightly, his bangs covered half of his eyes.Even so, he could still see the cold smile in his eyes.

When Wang Jiadong was awake, he could see the young man's status in the Yuan family at a glance from his clothes, skin and fingers.If an overly handsome young man can live safely in such a strictly hierarchical underworld military family like the Yuan family, either he is a favorite plaything kept by an important person, or he himself is a key person with family blood.

Compared with the latter, the former's temperament, conversation, maintenance and clothing are very different, and the young man in front of him is obviously the latter.Wang Jiadong himself has lived in a wealthy and noble family for more than 20 years, so he has this vision.

"I think we should get to know each other better when we're both fully clothed," said the boy, sitting in the armchair by the bed, with his hands lightly folded on his lap, the index finger unavoidably holding the gun Cocoons, the other fingers are slender and white to the point of being completely bloodless, really like water onions.

"My name is Lang Bai, Yuan Cheng is my father, and Yuan Xiao is my elder brother." Lang Bai smiled softly, "Young Master Wang, from now on we will be considered acquaintances."

Suddenly, Wang Jiadong thought of the younger brother Yuan Xiao had mentioned.

That arrogant little prince was favored like eyeballs by the godfather of arms, Yuan Cheng, and it was said that he was born "like a flower" as a little beauty.

Wang Jiadong knew that he had caused a catastrophe this time - probably a catastrophe that would lead to a catastrophe.

"..." Wang Jiadong opened his mouth, and it took him a while to make an extremely hoarse voice, "...I don't want to die."

Lang Bai asked him back: "Is your opinion important?"

Wang Jiadong froze, shaking his head slowly.

Lang Bai laughed, took out a gun from his jeans pocket and pointed it at Wang Jiadong, his movements seemed to be careless—of course careless, if you live in a family that circulates tens of billions of dollars of arms to the country every year, you will also I feel that the pistol is very common, and it is not worth making a fuss about.

"Actually, you have nothing to let go. Think about it, at least the Wang family is safe and sound, your parents are safe and sound, and your family's status and reputation will not suffer any blow because of your stupidity. If I were you, I would feel that Very grateful."

Wang Jiadong struggled, but he just had the operation and he really didn't have the strength to do anything, he couldn't even yell loudly.

He twisted in horror, staring at the black muzzle of the gun. What is the exit speed of the Type 77 bullet?In an instant he might turn into a corpse!

"Goodbye." Lang Bai shook his head regretfully at him, and then pulled the trigger.

click!

Wang Jiadong's whole body froze, and it seemed that his eyes went dark for a moment, and he didn't know anything.

... Am I dead?he thinks.

Slowly, slowly, his consciousness came back bit by bit. It seemed that his body had no feeling at all, but the light was reflected on the retina, forcing him to open his eyes.

Lang Bai was still standing in front of him.

The gun was still aimed at him.

As if nothing happened, as if it was his imagination.

"Hahaha," Lang Bai laughed happily, holding the empty gun in one hand, and throwing a bullet up and down casually with the other, "How do you feel? Are you scared, Young Master Wang?"

Wang Jiadong couldn't even move a little bit, his hands and feet were completely numb, if he was standing on the ground, he would probably be completely paralyzed by now and unable to get up.

"Do you feel very scared, very scared but not very hopeless?"

After a long time, Wang Jiadong nodded numbly.

Lang Bai slowly suppressed his smile, the young man stared at him with clear black and white beautiful eyes, and said calmly for a long while: "I was so scared that afternoon, too."

He put the bullet back into the pistol, not looking at the hand, but with a smooth movement, as if the gun were part of his hands.

"Wang Jiadong, you owe me a bullet." Lang Bai said coldly, "One day you will die by my hands, but not today."

There was a buzzing sound in Wang Jiadong's ears, and the blood flow rushed to his temples. The things in front of his eyes were covered with multiple shadows, which was the result of insufficient cerebral blood vessel load caused by too much excitement.

Lang Bai stood up and walked out of the ward.When the door was closed, he smiled at Wang Jiadong, still in a very gentle manner: "——I have informed your father to send someone to pick you up, and you should be able to return to Wang's house soon. Then, we will see you again for now. "

He closed the door of the ward.

Wang Jiadong collapsed on the hospital bed.

Lang Bai did not break his promise, he really notified the Wang family to pick him up.Seeing his son like this, Wang Jiadong's father couldn't even scold him, and his mother burst into tears.

They didn't dare to delay in the Yuan family's territory, and they didn't even dare to let Wang Jiadong stay in Hong Kong, so they had to send him to the United States overnight.However, before he had time to leave, Wang Jiadong's condition suddenly deteriorated rapidly, and he was admitted to the ICU again the next night.

The doctor had to examine him again, and finally found a foreign body in Wang Jiadong's abdominal cavity.Poor Young Master Wang had to have his abdominal cavity opened for the second time within 24 hours and found that a gauze had been left in his stomach from the previous operation.

The two operations almost cost Wang Jiadong half his life, and for a long time, he couldn't get out of bed at all.

It stands to reason that doctors from the Yuan family would never make such a mistake in surgery. Just imagine if they threw gauze into Lang Bai's stomach when they opened Lang Bai's appendix, Yuan Cheng might drag all these doctors out. Killed a hundred times.Why did you throw a piece of gauze inside when you closed Wang Jiadong's abdomen?How likely is it that someone did it on purpose?

Wang Jiadong didn't dare to ask Yuan Xiao, he didn't even dare to think about it.

For a long time, he kept recalling what Lang Bai said to him, as well as that seemingly very gentle and shy smile. "One day you will die at my hands." When he said this, the young man's eyes fell on him, and he seemed to give people a very affectionate illusion.

... It was as if he was making an appointment with his beloved lover for the next time to meet.

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(2)

The summer of that year seemed to have been extraordinarily long.Lang Bai always goes out to hang out with Wang Yi and his gang, he seems to be born to be able to get along with his subordinates, he is kind and a bit reserved, and people can't help but respect him.

No one knows if that is his true nature.

Every day when he comes back to have dinner with Yuan Cheng, he has taken a shower every time, wearing a summer bathrobe, the snow-white cloth sticking to his transparent neck, the light blue blood veins on the collarbone are clearly visible.Summer is getting hotter and hotter, and the scorching weather makes people upset. Yuan Cheng always puts down his knife and fork early and goes upstairs, and doesn't stay in the restaurant downstairs for a moment.

He was alone in the study reading documents, no one was allowed to turn on the air conditioner, all the doors and windows were closed, and he was as stuffy as a steamer.He was sweating profusely while sitting inside, but he didn't even dare to take off his shirt.

Finally, Lang Bai couldn't bear it anymore, gently pushed open the door of the study, and called out in a low voice, "Dad?"

The muscles on Yuan Cheng's arms tightened suddenly, but the expression on his face remained the same, it was still indifferent and stable, and there was no disturbance at all: "What time is it? Didn't I tell you to go to bed early at night? If you can't sleep, go find Zi Wen will give you a hot bowl of rice wine, don't delay my work."

Lang Bai carefully closed the door behind his back, stepping lightly on the wool carpet with his bare feet.All he was wearing was a thin and light bathrobe, the middle belt was loosely tied, and most of the skirt was covered on the snow-white shoulders, so that people couldn't take their eyes off.

Yuan Cheng suddenly closed the document irritably, opened another one, and cursed: "Those bandits in North Korea are so poor and crazy, they dare to collect road tax on goods shipped to the government, and they are not afraid of being blamed by Li Mingyu."

Lang Bai was a little confused, he put a cup of soaked Huoshan Huangya in his hand to Yuan Cheng's hand, and asked softly, "Is this why you're upset?"

Yuan Cheng didn't answer.

"What important event? Brother, hasn't he already left for North Korea?" Lang Bai smiled slightly, "In the past two years, instead of going by water or by land, I have provoked a lot of bandits from the cottage. How can I follow them one by one? They are angry. Some small gangs can be subdued, and they will be subdued for our use, and some cannot be subdued, and they will be killed. It is not worthwhile for Dad to be angry."

Delicate fingers touched the wall of the celadon cup, and a little light reflected the elliptical arc of the nails, and the porcelain light was as warm as washing with water.

The boy's voice was still neutral and hoarse, and he spoke so beautifully, as if he was not talking about the major event of the death of the head at all.Just listening to such a voice is enough to make people's blood rush to the top of their heads.

Yuan Cheng stood up suddenly: "You should go to sleep."

Lang Bai paused slightly.He thought Yuan Cheng didn't like to hear him talk about these business matters, so he fell silent immediately.

But then, Yuan Cheng put his hand on his shoulder: "I'll go with you."

Lang Bai still slept in the small inner room of Yuan Cheng's master bedroom. The floor was paved with thick rabbit fur, and the frosted chandelier was bright orange, warm and peaceful.Lang Bai stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the dressing room and took off his bathrobe. Yuan Cheng asked outside: "Are you reading these crooked books again?"

Lang Bai poked his head out, and saw Yuan Cheng holding a biography of Kang Sheng in his hand.

"Father, I got it from your study." Lang Bai retracted his head, faced the floor-to-ceiling mirror and started looking for his pajamas.From Yuan Cheng's perspective, the door of the dressing room was half open, and a snow-white calf was reflected in the mirror, with the toes slightly raised up, as if trying to hook the clothes hanger.He knew that the younger son was wearing nothing but underwear at this time—maybe not even underwear, and he was completely naked.Just by tilting your head slightly, you can see more, if not all, in the mirror.

Yuan Cheng turned his head, stared at the desk that had nothing but books, drafts, and disassembled diagrams of firearms, and asked without looking back, "Ah Bai!"

"What?" Lang Bai's voice came from the dressing room.

"Last week, Wang Yi and the others took you to a nightclub, did you find anything famous?"

in the locker room.

The voice paused for a moment, and after a few seconds, Lang Bai said lightly: "It's nothing interesting, just those things."

"What's the matter?"

"...alcohol, money, dancing, ecstasy,...women."

"Are you all soaked?"

Lang Bai put on his pajamas a few times, poked his head out: "Father, do you think Wang Yi dares me to touch him? He doesn't even dare to skin him, he's afraid of dying."

"You don't dare, little bastard." Yuan Cheng laughed, "We'll wait until you grow up to talk about this kind of thing."

Lang Bai's voice came casually from the locker room: "I'm old enough, I just don't want to. Everyone has different interests, and mine is not on that."

Yuan Cheng asked after a while: "Ah Bai, have you ever grown up to be interested in women?"

"...Which area of ​​interest?"

"Sex." Yuan Cheng's voice was ordinary, as if he was talking about eating and drinking.

Lang Bai paused, as if he was a little surprised that his father mentioned these things so well.Soon he said: "My interest in them is not in this aspect. I am more inclined to... spiritual enjoyment."

Yuan Cheng laughed in a low voice, and repeated in a low voice: "Spiritual enjoyment."

Before Lang Bai could react, Yuan Cheng put down his book and strode out of the room, "Go to sleep, I'll go out for a while."

Although it was very late, the Yuan family's main house, where the lights were not turned off all the year round, was still brightly lit.Yuan Cheng stood in front of the house smoking a cigarette, and after a long time, he had no intention of going back to sleep.The old butler finally walked behind him quietly: "Mr. Yuan, do you want to call someone?"

Yuan Cheng exhaled a puff of smoke, "...just get one."

Yuan Cheng is not married.At his stage, it doesn't really matter whether he gets married or not.He has a few more regular mistresses, some have been with him for more than ten years, and some have only been with him for a short time.

Someone was pregnant before, but Yuan Cheng didn't know about it. The Crown Prince Yuan Zou came to the door first and asked straightforwardly, "Do you want a large sum of money and then kill the child, or give birth to the child and let me kill it?"

The mistress chose to take a large sum of money, and then aborted the child, without saying a word in front of Yuan Cheng from the beginning to the end.Maybe Yuan Cheng knew about it, but what if he knew about it?His silence meant that he felt that two sons were enough, and there was no need to add a third.

What's more, Yuan Xiao has always been very generous to women, to the point of unimaginable generosity.He's just being a little less generous with his potential brother.

Someone once secretly said that the young master even dared to kill the fetus of Mr. Yuan's mistress, so it is estimated that he is not far away from getting rid of Mr. Bai.Qi Xiaguo told this to Yuan Hao, Yuan Hao spat out a mouthful of water, and sneered: "Get rid of Ah Bai?——What are you kidding! One morning when he was young, I sent him to school. Before he left, my father was staring at me at the door of the house. He said word by word, "Yuan Zou, if your brother doesn't come back tonight, I'll kill you!"

Qi Xiaguo didn't dare to speak anymore.

"However, if the child they give birth to looks like Ah Bai, I can tolerate it." Yuan Zhen changed his tone, shrugged his shoulders relaxedly and happily, "It's like raising a flower in the room, how much is it?" It's pleasing to the eye."