not as sweet as you

Just as Luo Xing was about to get up, Huo Xingzhou pressed his shoulder: "You sit, I'll open the door."

Luo Xing nodded, and sat up nervously to watch him walk to the door.

The position where he was standing happened to block the people outside, he couldn't see clearly, and he couldn't hear what he said, and when he was about to get up, he found that he had closed the door.

The face is not very good-looking.

"Yes, who is it?" Luo Xing stood up unconsciously.

Huo Xingzhou said: "Selling things." He held his hand, touched his face calmly, and asked with a smile: "Feng Jia and the others will come here in a while, and it will probably last until midnight, maybe all night long." Maybe, can you stand it?"

Luo Xing was taken aback: "Are you guys going to eat for so long? Do you also live here?"

If they find out that he lives in Huo Xingzhou's house, how can it be explained...

Huo Xingzhou couldn't hold it back, and let out a chuckle, "Playing games, we have an audio-visual room at home, and my dad spent a lot of money to get it. They come over to play games and make a fuss when my dad is not at home. You go to bed first. , I will call you when they come."

Apart from doing homework, Luo Xing hadn't done anything all night, so he couldn't help being a little curious, so he nodded, "Are you sleeping too?"

"Ouch."

Huo Xingzhou laughed all of a sudden, and stared into his eyes for a long time.

"Is there something on my face?" Luo Xing touched it strangely, but found no, and when he raised his head, he suddenly pulled it off.

Huo Xingzhou pressed him to himself, and asked in a low voice: "Do you mean to invite me?"

Originally, these words were nothing, but after he processed them like this, they suddenly changed their flavor. Luo Xing hastily denied: "That's not what I meant, I..."

"Then what do you mean?" Huo Xingzhou bullied him, "Little boy."

The two of them were on the steps now, Luo Xing didn't dare to make too much resistance, for fear that the two of them would fall, and in the end, he would stick in from the hem of his clothes even more presumptuously.

Because he had just washed the vegetables, his fingertips were soaked in water, and Luo Xing, who was freezing as soon as he touched his skin, protested in a low voice, and then felt embarrassed and suppressed it.

"If it's okay if you're not sleepy, then let's do something else?" Huo Xingzhou held his waist, clearly feeling that the skin there was hot and soft, and he stood up a little bit afraid of the cold, and deliberately lowered his head. Slowly approaching the tip of his nose, breathing on his face word by word: "Do you want to do it?"

Luo Xing was so nervous that he was about to stiffen. Looking at his face that was getting closer and closer, his hands that were clenched tighter and tighter, and his slightly closed eyes, the long black eyelashes were drawn down, and he also closed his eyes unconsciously.

Huo Xingzhou suddenly opened his eyes and saw his slightly raised head, but instead of kissing him, he raised his hand and tapped his forehead lightly, and said with a smile, "Can I use your posture to mean that you want to kiss me?"

!!!

"..." Luo Xing opened his eyes and saw that he was looking at him and smiling, he only stayed for a second before reacting instantly, his face turned red instantly.

"...No, I, I'm asleep."

After finishing speaking, he quickly ran away without waiting for his answer, but Huo Xingzhou grabbed his wrist suddenly.

He turned back.

Huo Xingzhou stood at the bottom of two steps, this time he pulled him down without hesitation, raised his head and kissed him, licking the tip of his tongue wantonly and deeply, luring him to follow him.

Luo Xing was taken aback, bowed his head and kissed him, more proactive than the one just now.

"Huo Xingzhou..."

"Don't move." Huo Xingzhou moved his lips slightly, licked him lightly, and said to him: "Little rabbit, open your mouth and let me in."

At first Luo Xing was timid, with the tip of his tongue withdrawn in embarrassment, his head was pulled down more and more heavily by his kiss, his back was hurting with his arms around him, so he stretched out a little as if begging for mercy, and was immediately sucked lightly by him Suck lightly.

Luo Xing's eyes widened in an instant, why... why did he do that.

For a moment, he was in a daze, unable to think of any words to describe it, nor could he refuse it, so he could only subconsciously endure this raging aggression.

After a while, Huo Xingzhou let go of Luo Xing who was almost suffocating, raised his hand to wipe the saliva from the corner of his mouth, and said with a strong smile, "Oh, Teacher Luo is too sweet, I couldn't hold it back for a while, I'm sorry."

"You..." Luo Xing took a few breaths, hurriedly pulled his hand away from his waist, blinked, and quickly ran upstairs without saying anything.

"I go to sleep."

Huo Xingzhou saw that he was too shy to run faster than a rabbit, afraid that he would kiss him again, so he couldn't help laughing, then turned and went downstairs to open the door.

-

Zhao Jiulan stood at the door for a while.

It was almost Chinese New Year, and the weather became extremely cold. She felt that her face was almost stiff from the wind, so she couldn't help but raised her hands and rubbed it.

Raising her head inadvertently, she saw her embarrassed appearance on the spotless door, and suddenly put her hand down again.

It was only then that she discovered that she was 37 years old and was no longer young.

Even though he was well-dressed and well-groomed, he had to admit that he was getting old step by step.

She looked up at the exquisite and luxurious villa of the Huo family, and remembered her dilapidated small courtyard, and the resentment in her heart increased.

Originally, she could also have a good future and live a pampered life.

but.

Zhao Jiulan closed her eyes, thinking of the humorous man in her memory, always wearing a well-tailored suit, with clear and gentle eyes, has become pale and thin, like a drying apple.

This man she hated for most of her life, who has very similar facial features and eyes to Luo Xing, has the same character...

No, she was not sure anymore, when she saw him, she seemed to suddenly not recognize this person...

Luo Zhiyuan.

Yesterday, when he came to look for her, she looked at the man in front of her, and she was stunned for 5 minutes without saying a word.

Quietness filled the space between the two of them, and neither of them took the initiative to speak, as if they were waiting for each other, but also seemed to not know how to open the chatterbox after years of separation.

She stood still, but couldn't help but speak first.

"What are you doing here?" Zhao Jiulan sneered.

Luo Zhiyuan came here enduring the bone pain. Ever since he heard Huo Xingzhou's words, he thought of Luo Xing's ears and thin body.

He couldn't sit down any longer, so he had to ask her clearly.

"All right." Luo Zhiyuan still felt a little guilty, but seeing that she was still so indifferent, he didn't want to be polite to her anymore, and asked directly.

"None of your business." Zhao Jiulan sneered unceremoniously: "Does he have anything to do with you?"

Luo Zhiyuan's leg was so painful that he could hardly bear it. He held onto the door frame in pain and gasped for breath: "Jiu Lan, don't quarrel with me. He is your son and mine."

Such a title seemed to shatter Zhao Jiulan's sanity in an instant. She suddenly screamed, her sharp voice almost piercing her eardrums.

Grandma Zhou ran over from the next door when she heard the shrill voice.

"My dear mother, what happened?"

Zhao Jiulan squeezed a distant smile to Grandma Zhou: "It's okay, you can go back and do your work."

Grandma Zhou looked uneasy at the man holding his knee at the door, and saw Zhao Jiulan looking at him indifferently, thinking that this was someone else's family business, she went back again.

"You don't like Luo Xing, why didn't you tell me, if you didn't want to raise him, why did you give birth to him again!" Luo Zhiyuan could hardly bear her expression, and asked angrily.

"Whether I like him or not, it's not your turn to talk. What kind of person are you to meddle in my business?" Zhao Jiulan gritted her teeth and asked, "What? He went to sue you? That's fine, even you can find it. Ah."

Luo Zhiyuan shook his head in disappointment: "To this day, you still hate me, well, even if you hate me, why did you vent your hatred on the child? What did he do wrong?"

"What did you do wrong?" Zhao Jiulan's eyes turned cold, and she shot at Luo Zhiyuan like an ice knife, approaching step by step: "You ask me what did he do wrong? What about me, what did I do wrong?"

"Zhao Jiulan!" Luo Zhiyuan's voice sank, his chest heaved unceasingly, as if in pain, he became weaker: "I always thought you were a girl, and I was responsible when I was drunk, but back then, you took the initiative Yes! I don't have to be responsible to you!"

"Yes." Zhao Jiulan turned her head and said lightly, "So I didn't ask you to take responsibility, so I'm leaving."

"You!" Luo Zhiyuan was at a loss for words, and was almost overwhelmed by Zhao Jiulan's blood, so he pressed his chest firmly to calm down, took a deep breath, and said, "Okay, let me ask you, since you If you don't want me to be responsible for you, then why did you give him the surname Luo? Why haven't you let yourself go for so many years? "

Why not let yourself go.

Such a sentence seemed to have stunned her, and the atmosphere changed from tense to quiet in an instant.

Zhao Jiulan was in a daze for a while, then heard him say in a low voice: "Luo Xing is innocent, since you gave birth to him, why can't you give him some love, you are his mother, you were born in ten months of pregnancy ah!"

"He even told you this?" Zhao Jiulan's tone was still a little mocking, but it was not as sharp as before. I don't know what he thought of.

Luo Zhiyuan didn't answer but asked instead: "You don't want him, why don't you let me take him away, abuse him, beat him until he becomes deaf, can it make you happy and make you hate me less?"

Zhao Jiulan, who was originally quiet, looked like a firecracker being lit for a moment, with thorns all over her body, "What? You and your lover are not happy, and you are here to trouble me?"

"Don't be so unreasonable, okay, Zhao Jiulan, I sincerely beg you, if you really don't love Luo Xing, then I will trouble you to hand him over to me, and I will take good care of him. If you meet a man you like , don't always dwell on this bit of hatred, and pursue happiness, okay?" Luo Zhiyuan really couldn't bear her temper, and always had to hold a gun and a stick before he could say a few words.

As soon as these words came out, Zhao Jiulan immediately clenched her teeth with a livid face, stretched out her hand and slapped him fiercely, as if this sentence was the most serious humiliation to her.

Luo Zhiyuan couldn't dodge in time, so he endured the slap, "I think you're crazy!"

Zhao Jiulan sneered, and clenched her fists completely regardless of her image: "I'm crazy. I've been crazy for a long time. I was crazy the day you and your lover came to me to swear sovereignty and humiliate me absolutely."

half an hour.

"Okay, let me tell you why I gave birth to Luo Xing." Zhao Jiulan turned around, raised her head high, tears dripped from the corners of her eyes, ran across her fair face, and fell into her hair, making her invisible.

"I hate you, so I want you to regret it for the rest of your life. You and your lover will never have a biological son in this life, and Luo Xing is your only child."

After a pause, Zhao Jiulan didn't know what to think of, her breathing suddenly choked, and she couldn't make a sound for a long time.

Luo Zhiyuan also froze. He really couldn't accept such a reason. How could a girl who was so clean and beautiful turn into what she is now.

"I know your parents have never accepted you, and I have a child, they will definitely regard it as a treasure and ask you to marry me."

Zhao Jiulan raised her hand, wiped away her tears, took a deep breath and turned her head with a smile: "But I regret it. I regretted it the day Luo Xing lost his hearing. I want you...your whole family to suffer more than me. Great pain."

Luo Zhiyuan was so angry that he rushed over from embarrassment, but he didn't hit her hard enough, and the slap stopped very close to her.

He looked at Zhao Jiulan's red eyes, and withdrew his hand bitterly, making a rattling squeeze, "You...you are simply unreasonable!"

"Since he has sued you, I don't have to hide it. I just hate him. I haven't loved him for a day. If..."

"It wasn't him who came to complain to me, it was me who was going to die, I found him!" Luo Zhiyuan couldn't bear it anymore, although he didn't want to say it, but he couldn't let Luo Xing be misunderstood again.

That child was extremely kind, and he could tell that Luo Xing still loved her until now, even though it might be very heavy.

Zhao Jiulan was stunned for a while, staring blankly at his haggard look, "What do you mean?"

Luo Zhiyuan closed his eyes: "I have leukemia and have never had a suitable match, so after Xi Cheng met Luo Xing by chance, he asked him to come and see me, and wanted him to donate bone marrow to me."

"..." Zhao Jiulan was silent for a long time, then suddenly smiled: "I thought you were much nobler than me, but it turns out that you are even more shameless."

-

"Ms. Zhao, what's your business?" Huo Xingzhou opened the door, mercilessly waking her up from her memories.

Zhao Jiulan suddenly opened her eyes, and hid her sight in embarrassment, and smiled dryly after a long time: "Luo... is Luo Xing here?"

Huo Xingzhou frowned, blocked the door without giving her face, and leaned against the door frame with his arms crossed, "You want to see him?"

"No..." Zhao Jiulan hastily denied: "No, please keep the fact that I came to you today from him, is that okay?"

"Huh?" Huo Xingzhou raised his eyebrows and sneered: "What? You're asking me for trouble today, but I'm not your son, so you can't hit me."

Hearing the undisguised sarcasm and hostility in his tone, Zhao Jiulan clenched her fingers, looked over him and looked into the room with more complicated eyes: "I'm... I want to ask you, will Luo Xing donate bone marrow?"

Huo Xingzhou's brows and eyes turned cold instantly, but he didn't speak to her, he just looked at her face coldly, suppressing the urge to close the door with his backhand.

He wanted to hear what the woman had to say.

Maybe he wanted Luo Xing to donate bone marrow? He didn't want Luo Xing to have a mother in prison, but if it was true, then she would go to the prison and become an annual member.

Zhao Jiulan gritted her teeth, raised her head and looked at Huo Xingzhou: "No, I didn't ask him to donate."

"Then what are you doing here today?" Huo Xingzhou slightly rolled his eyelids, and smiled at her: "Playing a show of remorse in front of me? Forget it, I'm not Luo Xing, I don't take this kind of thing."

Zhao Jiulan was a little embarrassed to feel his growing hostility, and couldn't say anything else. After a while, she shook her head: "Since I'm sure I didn't donate, forget it, I'm leaving."

Huo Xingzhou looked at her fleeing, and suddenly couldn't understand.

The purpose of her visit today is to ask Luo Xing if he donated his bone marrow?

Something wrong?

Zhao Jiulan walked for a long way, then turned her head to look at Huo Xingzhou, moved her lips, and turned her head back as if she had said something or said nothing.

Just as Huo Xingzhou was about to close the door, he found a taxi parked on the opposite road. Feng Jia and the others got down from it and passed Zhao Jiulan.

The two sides nodded slightly as a greeting, and Zhao Jiulan just got in the car and left.

Li Lefan ran over with a smile, squeezed through the door quickly, took off his down jacket and hung it on the coat rack, rubbed his hands and scolded him for being cold.

Feng Jia walked a little slower for the first time, looked back at Zhao Jiulan three times a step, frowned and asked Huo Xingzhou: "What is she doing at your house?"

"you recognize?"

"I know you, I'm a distant aunt, she's from the same generation as my little uncle." Feng Jia saw Huo Xingzhou frowned, as if she hadn't remembered it, she added another sentence: "Jing Xiuzhu! The one who plays games. "

Huo Xingzhou nodded: "Your little uncle's surname is Jing, and her surname is Zhao. How come they belong to the same family?"

"Hey, it's not a family, it's a distant relative." Feng Jia made a gesture, thought for a while before saying: "My little uncle is our relative's uncle. She was in my grandma's generation, and she was accepted because of a little kindness. As a goddaughter, this relative got involved in the family, but then it seemed that they broke up."

Huo Xingzhou looked at him with a slight frown, but said nothing.

Feng Jia was silent for a while, and said with a smile: "It was true at first, and the kindness should be repaid, but it seems that the grandma who was still hurt lost a child and never had another child, so my little uncle was born so late. Later, my grandma I couldn’t take it anymore, so I moved out.”

"Your grandma moved in her generation, how do you still know her?" Huo Xingzhou sneered, "You want to take advantage of her?"

"Bah!" Feng Jia snorted coldly, "Do you think I look like that?"

"What the hell are you looking at when people are far away? If you don't come in, I'll close the door?" Huo Xingzhou didn't wear much at first, and he was almost frozen after standing for so long, and he urged with an ugly face.

"She looks very similar to her mother, and her eyebrows and eyes are seven or eight points similar." Feng Jia came in in a hurry, and said while taking off her clothes: "Didn't my little uncle go home on New Year's Day? I'll go back and play with him." , I happened to meet her and came to ask my grandma for help, why is she still related to your family?"

Huo Xingzhou glanced upstairs calmly before saying, "...Luo Xing's mother."

"Eh?" Feng Jia was stunned for a few seconds, thinking about it, Huo Xingzhou thought he was going to say something again, so he waited for a while.

In the end, after a long time, a sentence popped up: "Fuck, isn't that Luo Xing is my distant cousin? I'm a bitch."

Huo Xingzhou walked in front, Feng Jia came over to grab his shoulder, and said meanly: "Brother Zhou, I will listen to you, my cousin."

Huo Xingzhou turned his head and smiled kindly at him, "Repeat, what should I call you?"

"Fatty Feng is fine, don't look outside hahaha...cough cough." Feng Jia ran to the kitchen, looked at the vegetables and meat that had been placed on the trolley on the third floor, rubbed her hands and asked, "Hey my cousin Where's brother?"

Huo Xingzhou just walked up the stairs and was about to call Luo Xing. He turned around when he heard this, and Feng Jia immediately changed his words calmly: "Where is my sister-in-law! Why don't you come down to accept our worship?"

"What nonsense to use words, hold back your nonsense words later." Huo Xingzhou gave him a threatening look, and stepped up the stairs.

He pushed open the door.

He didn't know if it was his threat or he was really sleepy, Luo Xing had already fallen asleep.

The clothes were taken off on the coat rack at the end of the bed, the slippers were neatly placed beside the bed, and the whole person was buried under the fluffy quilt, revealing a small face, a little red.

He reached into the quilt and touched it. As expected, he was a little sweaty, and gently pulled off the corner of the quilt.

Luo Xing's eyelashes trembled, and Huo Xingzhou waited for him to wake up, but he moved his head and fell asleep again.

From the corner of the eye, he caught a glimpse of his mobile phone on the bed, picked it up with a smile, and was about to press the lock screen button, but suddenly stopped, and the whole person froze in place.

this is.

He stared blankly at the photo on the screen, unable to react for a long time, rubbed his eyes hard, only to realize that it was not a hallucination.

On the screen is a photo.

he fell asleep.

Luo Xing frowned nervously and leaned forward to kiss him, probably because his hands were shaking, so the picture was not very clear, and there was still a large afterimage.

He looked at it for a while, and found that the clothes he was wearing should be... the time he was drunk.

This kid took care of himself, didn't take care of himself to the bed, but kissed him secretly?

Huo Xingzhou couldn't help laughing out loud, tapped the phone screen with his fingertips, and inadvertently zoomed in, but suddenly remembered something.

When he was young, he once went to play with Xue Jian with Ye Qiaoqiao, and stayed at their house because it was too late, but when he was leaving the next day, he found a mulberry tree.

Ye Qiaoqiao wanted to eat, but Xue Jian was too dirty to remove it, so he climbed up to pick it, only to see a little mute sitting in the next room.

He didn't like candy, so the candy Ye Qiaoqiao gave him was in the way in his pocket, so he casually threw it to the little mute.

That...then.

The wild man he had been looking for...was himself?

half an hour.

Huo Xingzhou broke out from the silence of me scolding myself, and slapped himself backhanded.

Back then, if I had asked a few more questions, would it be possible for Luo Xing to suffer so much less.

He... Huo Xingzhou felt that the breath was stuck in his heart, and he was uncomfortable choking up and down. Then he remembered that Luo Xing carefully told him that he met a big brother when he was a child.

When he spoke, he couldn't hide the frustration in his eyes, and when he talked about that person's pride and unattainable longing, he even had a little inferiority complex.

No wonder when I was teasing him, I always accepted it even though I was blushing and shy, and even took the initiative to hook up the waistband of my trousers to show him his waist, and took his hand to touch his belly.

He really wants to pretend to be a wild man, can he do this?

Huo Xingzhou felt that he was an idiot. When he looked at him quietly, his cautiousness was already obvious!Who would be so obedient to someone he doesn't like!

He hoped so much that he could remember, and was afraid that the image of him who would remember would suddenly appear in front of his eyes, which made Huo Xingzhou's heart ache even more, and he wished to beat himself up again.

How could he forget such an important matter!