Little slag run

"Mr. Chen is 40 years old this year, right?"

Di Que was playing with the fruit knife in his hand, peeling the apples in his hand one by one and feeding them to his mouth, while chatting with Chen Feng seemingly casually.

"After the 38th year."

Chen Feng didn't understand what Di Que meant by asking this question. Since Meng's mother was present, he could only answer truthfully in a good-tempered manner.

"Oh, this age is really not young. I just chatted with my aunt and said that it is almost time for Mr. Chen to start a family. Auntie is very worried about you."

Di Que tried to smile sincerely, but he still couldn't help the beauty bubbling in his heart, and when it reflected on his face, he grinned uncontrollably.

Chen Feng was stunned for a moment, and then he understood Di Que's intention, and laughed out of anger.

It turned out that this was to make him unable to step down in front of Meng's mother.

"Fate is always something that can't be met. I'm usually busy with work, so I don't have much time to think about it."

Chen Feng used his usual rhetoric.

"Oh, but Mr. Chen often comes to see Meng Fan, and I don't see how busy he is..."

Di Que continued to laugh, and joined Chen Feng again.

"Hehe, actually, when it comes to whether or not to get married, I think Young Master Di should have more say than I do. It stands to reason that Young Master Di has reached his age and has a lot of scandals, so why isn't he married yet?"

Chen Feng had already crushed Di Que to death in his heart, and even talked nonsense in front of Meng Fan's mother. If Meng's mother really found something wrong, he would definitely cut Di Que to pieces.

Di Que hated other people to mention marriage to him the most, his ears were already callused from being talked about by his mother every day at home, unexpectedly Chen Feng would hit him with this matter at this time.When he was upset, he began to speak without thinking.

"My parents are not in a hurry whether I get married or not. Anyway, I am interested in women."

"..." Chen Feng was stabbed in the sore foot by Di Que, and immediately felt a little embarrassed.

When Meng's mother heard Di Que's words, she looked at Chen Feng with concern and inquiry. Chen Feng's heart tightened, and he immediately acted guilty and dared not look into Meng's mother's eyes again.

Di Que's meaning is too explicit, and it is easy for a sensible person to hear the key points implied in it.He is not interested in women, and he pesters Meng Fan all day...

If Meng's mother guessed from Di Que's words that he was coveting his son, what would she think? According to Meng Fan's filial character, she would definitely consider his mother's feelings first.In this way, the trouble might end, and he and Meng Fan wouldn't even be friends.

It is a big taboo to reveal other people's sexuality in front of the elders, and what Di Que did this time is too much.

Chen Feng thought that his face must be ugly now, but he couldn't follow Di Que's words to justify himself.

He could only smile awkwardly, talking about him from left to right, hoping that Mother Meng, a simple rural woman, would not be able to understand the meaning of Di Que's words.

"Auntie, please chat first. I'll see if Meng Fan needs help."

Chen Feng hurriedly left the table and fled in despair.

Seeing Chen Feng's disheveled face, Di Que felt extremely happy.

He didn't think he had done anything too much. Originally, he didn't tell Meng's mother face to face that Chen Feng's kindness towards the Meng family was nothing more than an investment to lure Meng Fan to bed. Feng lost face.

Chen Feng, an old pervert, has the guts to do it, but he doesn't have the guts to admit it. He thinks he is a lover.

Di Que smiled at Meng's mother, who was obviously worried, and stuffed the last bite of apple into her mouth.

"Don't pour too much oil, my mother likes to eat lighter."

"Oh. Is it so much?"

"almost……"

When Chen Feng came to the door of the kitchen, he heard the conversation between Meng Fan and Shang Shiyao.He stood at the door and looked at the harmonious scene of the two people surrounded by the stove, his mouth was full of bitterness.

Although Meng Fan still had a straight face, the eyes he looked at Shang Shiyao were so gentle, his beautiful big eyes were bright and energetic, his face had a ruddy luster, and he looked radiant.

Chen Feng knew that no matter how hard he tried, Meng Fan's relaxed and defenseless expression would never appear when he was alone with him.

Meng Fan is stubborn, he always imagines that maybe he is more stubborn than Meng Fan, or if he is stubborn for a longer time, sooner or later he will have his wish come true.

When the eyes don't see it, they can always fantasize about the ending at will, but when the facts break the fantasy, Chen Feng still has to admit that his unrequited love is over.

Standing with Shang Shiyao, Meng Fan is happy and relaxed.The two of them are as good as a jade child and a golden boy, but he is probably just a passer-by, in the eyes of the world, he is just an unscrupulous rich businessman who covets beauty and uses unscrupulous methods.

Chen Feng laughed at himself, and silently backed out.

Meng Fan turned around when he heard the movement, only to see a fleeting figure from behind.

"Xiaofan?" Shang Shiyao called him: "Do you want to put vinegar in this?"

"Ah? Just a little bit." Meng Fan was called back to his senses by Shang Shiyao, and then turned his attention back to Shang Shiyao, and couldn't help complaining: "Are you going to do it? Don't you just do it?" Don’t volunteer, it’s a waste of materials if it’s not tasty!”

In fact, Shang Shiyao is cooking like a chef now, and his movements of stir frying and flipping spoons are clean and neat. Meng Fan is fascinated by watching with his chest in his arms. On the shining beads of sweat.

I really want to wipe him down...

However, Meng Fan just thought about it and didn't act.

Shang Shiyao put the stir-fried brightly colored scallions and meat on a plate, and proudly claimed credit while rinsing the pot: "I have signed up for a chef class in the United States for the past few years. Neither of us knew how to cook before. I I want to wait until I come back so I can't let you go hungry..."

Meng Fan didn't respond, Shang Shiyao looked up and found that Meng Fan was staring at him intently, amused: "Why, you found out that I've become handsome again, are you dumbfounded?"

"...I was wondering why you are still so shameless." Meng Fan looked away and went out with the dishes.

After setting the dishes, Meng Fan found Chen Feng standing on the balcony smoking a cigarette, so he walked over and patted him on the shoulder.

"Brother Feng, I don't have time to talk to you today, it's boring."

"No." Chen Feng stubbed out his cigarette and smiled: "Is there anything missing at home? I'll go buy it."

Meng Fan turned his head to see his mother chatting happily with Di Que, guessing that Chen Feng probably thought it was boring to be alone, so he said: "There is no wine at home, do you want to have a drink tonight?"

"Okay, I'll go and buy two bottles of red wine."

"Wait, I'll get you the money."

"Forget it, you go and do your work, I'll be back in a while."

"... Well, don't be too late, the meal will be ready soon."

"I'll drive, soon."

Meng Fan nodded and went back to the kitchen.

Chen Feng was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt that the conversation between the two just now was very warm and felt like home.Inexplicably, he thought of Di Que's satirical words just now, and absurdly aroused the idea of ​​wanting to marry a wife and have children.

It would be great if he liked women, at least he would have a virtuous wife like Meng Fan who only belonged to him.

It's a pity that he will never be able to enjoy this feeling of home in his life.

"Auntie, I'm going out to buy a bottle of red wine and I'll be right back."

Chen Feng said hello to Meng's mother and went out. As soon as he got to the car, he felt a gust of wind blowing behind him. When he turned his head, he saw Di Que running out after him.

"Why?" Chen Feng is annoyed by this little ruffian now.

If it wasn't for Di Que's meddling, he and Meng Fan would have had a great time today, why are they so depressed like they are now.

"Where's my car?" Seeing Chen Feng standing in front of a Land Rover, Di Que shouted with wide eyes.

That is the Cayenne GTS, which is limited to [-] units in the world. He even found a friend to spray the volcanic gray into red, which is the only one in the world.

He was driven away by Chen Feng two days before he officially started to show off, causing him to think about this matter all day long. When he saw Chen Feng going out, he hurriedly followed him out, intending to change the car back.

"How do I drive the big red car? I put it home."

What Chen Feng said was straightforward, but Di Que's eyes were darkened in anger.

"What? Why do you drive my car home? Do you understand the truth?" Di Que got excited, grabbed Chen Feng by the collar and shouted.

His uncle's, he was usually reluctant to open his treasure, but Chen Feng actually felt ashamed and refused to open it?

"I don't understand the truth?" Chen Feng's eyes darkened, and he turned around and pressed Di Que against the car door with a bang.

"Hey!" Di Que was suddenly hit by a strong force, and when he came back to his senses, Chen Feng had already firmly resisted him.Chen Feng's face was less than an inch away from him, his eyes glared at him with fire, and his expression carried a fierceness that Di Que had never seen before.

"You...what are you going to do?" Di Que's legs became weak instantly, and his voice lacked confidence.

Chen Feng had always given people the impression of a gentle and elegant Confucian businessman, but he never expected that his strength would be so great. Di Que's wrist was so painful that he could not move.

"How long are you going to make trouble?" Chen Feng's tone was extremely gloomy.

When Di Que heard this, he also became angry, closed his eyes and shouted: "You fucking, who drove away my precious car and didn't return it after getting me in the car? How dare you still bite me and say I'm making trouble? "

"..." Chen Feng smiled: "So you are still worried about what happened that night? We are all adults, and it is what you want to do. I don't know how cool it was for you to scream that night, but now you have turned your face. Is it interesting not to recognize anyone?"

What Chen Feng said was obscene, these were Di Que's usual tricks to tease little girls, but today he was molested, he couldn't help but become angry from embarrassment, his whole face flushed red.

"You're fucking talking nonsense!" Di Que said as he waved his hands roughly, but Chen Feng was too strong, and he only made himself out of breath after struggling for a long time.

"Keep your mouth clean!" Chen Feng was also angry, he used too much strength, and Di Que screamed when he pinched.

Chen Feng took a deep breath, trying to calm down his irritable mood.He has always disliked using physical and verbal violence, but this person in front of him feels that he deserves a beating no matter how he looks at it.

"You are the dirtiest one! What qualifications do you have to ask others?" Di Que still stretched his neck over without fear of death.

Just as Chen Feng wanted to let go, Di Que stared at him with a single word.

This scumbag humiliated him just now in the house, and his face of contempt for homosexuality is particularly hateful, and now he actually said that again...

"I'm dirty?" Chen Feng's expression became calm, with an aura of impending rain.He slowly lowered his body, and locked Di Que, whose eyes were like copper bells, between the car and the square inch of his embrace, biting Di Que's ear, with a stern tone.

"Then I don't know how clean you are after being fucked by someone as dirty as me?"

"Your mother..." Di Que was on fire and wanted to curse again, but was suddenly pushed hard and fell into a small space.

Only then did he realize that Chen Feng had opened the car door, and pushed him directly onto the car seat. Immediately afterwards, Chen Feng also squeezed into the car, pressing his whole body towards him.