Reason is still chaotic

Duan Zhicheng had long wanted to make out with Shen Jiali, but because of his father's obstruction, he never found the opportunity.Now that this piece of fresh meat fell into his mouth from the sky, why is he so polite?Naturally, she moved her hands and feet with lust.He pressed Shen Jiali under his body, first kissed each other a few times, then parted each other's legs, and hurriedly went Push in.Shen Jiali was so drunk that he didn't feel a little bit of consciousness until now, he frowned as if he was in pain, but after Duan Zhicheng went in and out, he moaned in a daze, and automatically put two Lifting his legs, he was weak and wanted to wrap around Duan Zhicheng's waist.

At the same time, Duan Muren had already strode to the door outside the room.

Duan Muren was very annoyed—this bastard son, who was said to be in his thirties, couldn't stand up at all, and his father was supporting him, but he was still a dou who couldn't get up; he couldn't even hold a dinner Zhang Luo didn't understand, fortunately he still had the face to eat, drink and play all year round.

He stopped in front of the study door with big strides. He stretched out his hand and pushed it. Seeing that the door was locked, he became more and more annoyed. He raised his leg and kicked it, only to hear a loud "bang", and the small hidden lock on the door immediately snapped open. Lost utility.He stepped into the wide open door, as if there was wind and thunder in his sleeves; the servants watched from a distance and did not dare to get closer, knowing that the old man was going crazy!

Duan Muren broke into the room with a full belly roar, and then opened his eyes wide at the iron bed against the wall.And Duan Zhicheng pressed naked on Shen Jiali's body, turned his head to look at his father in astonishment, and opened his mouth slightly, looking completely stupid.

Duan Muren and his son looked at each other for two or three seconds, then he swallowed the scolding that was stuck in his throat, turned around and walked to close the door first.Glancing over from the corner of his eye, he saw his son tremblingly pulling the clothes piled up on the corner of the bed, trying to cover Shen Jiali's body in a random way, and then pulled out wetly, the thing underneath was already in a half-soft and half-hard state .

Duan Muren has never experienced this kind of thing in his life. Although he looks calm at this moment, his heart is actually in chaos.Walking back to the bed again, he waved his hand viciously at his son, lowered his voice and said angrily, "Why don't you get out of here?"

Then he took a look at Shen Jiali - Shen Jiali was lying on his back under his clothes, his snow-white arms and legs stretched out, but his face was flushed, and there was a faint smell of alcohol from his mouth and nose.He was not completely unconscious, and he could still look at Duan Muren with his eyes half-opened, but he was obviously unconscious, staring at Duan Muren in a daze with scattered eyes.

At this time, Zhicheng has already put on his underwear in a hurry, got out of bed and put on his leather shoes barefoot.Standing in front of the bed to protect Shen Jiali as if struggling for death, he begged weakly: "Dad..."

Although Duan Muren didn't speak, his mind went around in circles.After giving his son a venomous look, he turned around and walked to the writing desk by the window, first opened the drawer and found an iron lock, and then picked up the heavy large porcelain pot on the tea tray.Walking back to the bed, he pushed Duan Zhicheng staggeringly. He put the big porcelain pot on Shen Jiali's head, and poured it upside down. First, the lid of the pot hit Shen Jiali's eyebrows, and then the warm The tea splashed over the other party's head and face.

Throwing the big porcelain pot to pieces on the ground, Duan Muren ignored Shen Jiali, who was like a drowned chicken, pulled Duan Zhicheng and walked out the door. When he left, he used the big iron lock to lock the room firmly. Door.

Duan Muren has been disappointed with this useless only son in his family for a long time, so he often doesn't bother to reprimand him, and directly beats him.After carrying Duan Zhicheng back to his room, he kicked Duan Zhicheng to his knees on the floor.

"Zhicheng, you can do it, you can do it!" With his hands behind his back, he circled his son in a big circle: "No wonder I got angry with my daughter-in-law when I got home. I had this intention in mind. Well, I've come up with a trick, and I'm playing something new!"

Duan Zhicheng's face turned pale with fright, and he didn't dare to say a word.When Duan Muren said this, he felt full of resentment and had no way to vent, so he went back to the old way, grabbed Duan Zhicheng and punched and kicked him.Although he is now over half a hundred years old, but because of his good health, he has never lost his vitality due to injuries, so he slaps his head and slaps him. His strength is by no means weaker than that of a blacksmith, and ordinary martial artists may not be his opponent.Duan Zhicheng was shaken here and there by his beating. At first, he gritted his teeth and endured it, but then he couldn't bear it anymore, and since there was no old lady to come to save his life, he dodged all over the ground and cried aggrievedly: "What are you doing? The fight is endless? I didn't hit it A dancing girl goes shopping in a brothel; I didn't ask my concubine to set up a small mansion; I just want to be nice to Jiali, does this make you beat me up like this?"

Duan Muren had never experienced such a shameless thing in his life, so he refused to make a loud noise. He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a voice: "Okay? Two men have sex, is that good?" He kicked Duan Zhicheng kicked his head backwards: "Tell me, is it because you are delusional, taking advantage of Shen Jiali's drunkenness, to play around on your own terms?"

Duan Zhicheng was in pain all over his body from his father's beating, tears flowed out, and he whimpered endlessly: "I like Jiali, I liked it when I was in middle school! It's not easy for him to like me now, and I can't be with him." Is he close? I didn’t invite him into the house, who am I in the way? Didn’t your old man also promote male roles in the past few years? You are trading for money and sex, which is even uglier! I don’t care about that, anyway, I want to— —”

At this point, Duan Zhicheng shivered, and suddenly felt like he was excited for a while, talking too much!

Looking up at his father again, he immediately changed his tone in fear: "Although, although it is my unrequited love, Jiali has never agreed, but I..."

Duan Muren has lived for more than 50 years, and he is like a human being, so there is no room for Duan Zhicheng to play tricks in front of him.Seeing that Duan Zhicheng was thinking about it, and was about to use tricks against him, he didn't hesitate, and resorted to the method of interrogating thieves, and stepped forward to give this son another fat beating!

This time, Duan Zhicheng was completely convinced by him.Under the coercion of this old father, he made a full confession.Hearing this, Duan Muren felt as if he had been struck by a thunderbolt. He couldn't tell whether he was shocked or angry, but he felt a little funny when he was surprised and angry.

In the end, he kicked his son hard: "Go back to Tianjin at dawn, and you are not allowed to see Shen Jiali again!"

Duan Zhicheng broke down in tears and struggled to death: "I love Jiali. I won't marry him back home, so why not see him twice every day? Dad, you were young too, you have to be considerate of our feelings!"

Duan Muren heard his confused speech, and tried to pick Shen Jiali out, sometimes it was "I" and sometimes "we"; then he recalled that the reason why Shen Jiali was able to sneak into the officialdom seemed to be the result of the collusion between his son and Naoto Kikuyama at first. Because—then I had such a person in my eyes, and the more I investigated, the more satisfied I was, and then I gradually promoted him to be my right-hand man.

His face became gloomy, he hugged his arms to his chest and gave a sneer, thinking that with a silly son like himself, how could he be Shen Jiali's opponent?I really can't see that such a respectable youngest son of the Shen family, for the sake of fame and fortune, can go so far as to sell himself like a rabbit!If the old man of the Shen family is still alive, he must be ashamed to vomit black blood!

Duan Muren and his own idiot had nothing to say, so they let the servants watch him, and planned to put him in the car at dawn and drive back to Tianjin by road.

Then he sat down, drank a cup of warm tea slowly, and tried his best to sort out the troubles in his mind.After he calmed down, he came up with an idea, got up and put on a mandarin jacket, and without disturbing anyone, he took a flashlight and went back to the study through the night.

He took out the small key and opened the iron lock, and he opened the door and walked in.The room was still the same, the lights were dim, but Shen Jiali was dressed neatly, sitting upright by the bed.

Duan Muren frowned and walked in front of him, stopped in his tracks, saw that his face was pale and his eyes were dull, as if he was out of his body; his forehead hair and temples were a little wet, Duan Muren first thought it was soaked in tea, and then he couldn't After Yan observed for a while, he found that cold sweat was dripping down from the other person's forehead.

He flattened his brows and called out in an amiable voice, "Jiali."

Shen Jiali straightened his back, put his hands on his knees, and did not respond.

Duan Muren showed a little smile: "Jiali, don't be afraid."

Shen Jiali slowly turned his eyes to look at him, his body began to tremble, but he still refused to make a sound; his teeth seemed to be clenched tightly, because the corners of his mouth were twitching from time to time.

Duan Muren was a little surprised when he saw his performance, and suspected that he was going to have a sudden illness.Pulling his hand and touching it, he felt that the other's hand was not only cold, but also the joints were stiff, just like the crying person who was about to go into shock.

At this time, Shen Jiali finally said hoarsely: "You kill me."

Duan Muren looked him up and down, then wiped cold sweat on his forehead with his slap: "Jiali, you don't have to."

After Shen Jiali was awakened by the pot of hot tea, he was always in a state of being out of his body—he recalled the cause and effect in his confusion, and found that he had been imprisoned in this study; After putting on the clothes one by one, he numbly sat down beside the bed, thinking that this time he really has no face to live on, no more!

Duan Muren didn't expect him to have such a reaction, so he immediately adjusted his tactics, put on an amiable face, and patted him on the shoulder very gently: "Jiali, I know it's all about that kid from Zhicheng who didn't live up to expectations and made you suffer." Wronged. He, of course I will teach him a lesson; but what about you—you are not a big girl, so you should just take a bite from him, so don't take it too seriously!"

As soon as these words came out, Shen Jiali's heart immediately moved, and the blood in his body gradually resumed its flow.

"Could it be that Zhicheng's mouth is strict enough and he didn't confess me?" He silently asked himself and answered, "I was indeed still drunk when the old guy came in!"

Slowly raising his head to look at Duan Muren, he didn't know what to say for a while, he was hesitant to speak.But Duan Muren saw that he was irritated, so he refused to settle the score with him immediately, but put on a friendly face, bent down and squeezed his arm; but the feeling in his heart had changed, and he looked down on Shen Jiali very much.

In the middle of the night, Duan Muren personally sent Shen Jiali home.Shen Jiali's mood gradually calmed down, but he still felt like going crazy, and would fight a cold war from time to time.Duan Muren held his attitude very well and refused to provoke him.