The love of rebirth of a wealthy family Guan Fengyue

45.Love night.

Hou Yan finally slept in Li's house.Mr. Li called Hou Qi himself, and even cut off Hou Jia's last chance to ask his brother for help.

The butler had already arranged the room for him when he was waiting to enter the door.Speaking of which, this room is no stranger to Hou Jia. It was the room he lived in during the five years in Li's house. The moment Hou Jia entered the room, he found that the furnishings in the room had not been touched at all, and it had been cleaned every day. It was a feeling he was familiar with.

Everything is so familiar, as if the one who spent five years of hesitation and confusion here was himself.

His room was on the third floor, and the butler sent him to the second floor.Although Hou Yan has never been to Li's house, he does have the memories that once belonged to the original owner, so it is not difficult for him to find his former room.

There were some unfamiliar footsteps behind him, Hou Jia only felt a weight on his shoulders, and was half pushed and half hugged into the room.The door of the room was closed with a "Gang", Hou Yan turned around and found that the man was Li Siheng's second uncle Li Zetian.

Pulling out a stiff smile, Hou Jia forced a smile and said to Li Siheng, "It's so late, what's the second uncle?" The friendship between the Hou family and the Li family, there is nothing wrong with Hou Jia calling this second uncle.But in terms of psychological age, Hou Yan felt awkward from the bottom of his heart to call someone one or two years older than himself Second Uncle.

What's more, Li Zetian gave Hou Jia a very uncomfortable feeling from the very beginning.It's like something that has been dormant in the dark all year round, covered with a whitewashed skin, ready to choose someone to eat at any time.

After this feeling, I felt the coldness seeping from the bone marrow.

Seemingly feeling the nervousness of Hou Jia, Li Zetian finally smiled with satisfaction.Regarding Hou Yan, he was really holding back his anger.This little son of the Hou family has always been indifferent. It is said that his academic performance is good, but he majored in art.

Such a pampered young master should not be seen by his family members.At first, Li Zetian didn't notice the existence of Hou Yan.

However, it was such a person who quietly made huge profits for the Li family and consolidated Li Siheng's position in the company.Even, in the entire stone gambling world, the name of the young master of the Hou family began to be gradually associated with the "God of Wealth".

——The title of God of Wealth is indeed exaggerated, but the stone gambling world is such an exaggerated and superstitious circle.Most of the time, the rule in the stone gambling world is that a sky-high priced rough stone can create an immortal legend.

Now, in this situation, no one has asked whether Hou Li really knows how to gamble with stones, and everyone has already believed in his good luck.What made Li Zetian even more angry was that from the very beginning, Hou Yan was labeled as a profound Li Siheng, which made him feel that he had nowhere to start even trying to win him over.

Moreover, Hou Yan's identity is the young master of the Hou family, but if Li Zetian wants to set foot in the jade world for a day, then no matter what, he can't really do anything to the young master of the Hou family.

For Li Zetian, Hou Jia is like a piece of hob meat, it is a pity to discard it, but there is no way to eat it.

Not minding Hou Yan's deliberate smile, Li Zetian sat beside Hou Yan's bed.He took out a cigar from his pocket and trimmed it slowly. He said to Hou Jia with a very leisurely look, "It's nothing serious. I haven't seen you for a long time. The second uncle just came to see you. How about it? Did you get tired from the trip to Myanmar a few days ago?" tired?"

Hou Yan needs to admit that Li Zetian is actually a good-looking man.The blood relationship between Li Siheng and Li Zetian is indelible. The temperament of the two men is completely different, but the corners of their eyes and brows are similar.

The facial features of the Li family are profound, but there is nothing unusual when you take them apart.But combined, even with similar eyebrows, each person will always deduce a different temperament.

Compared with Li Siheng, Li Zetian's facial features are softer. He should have a gentle and jade-like appearance, but there is always a trace of resentment and depression in his eyes.It's not difficult to understand, in the case of being excellent, being deprived of inheritance rights for no reason, in that case, everyone will be so depressed.

It was as if he was owed by this world.

But at this moment, Li Zetian was slowly cutting the cigar, but Hou Yan felt as if he was strangled by his throat.

Take a breath.This is the most practical feeling of Hou Yan.

Reluctantly shaking his head, he answered Li Zetian's question, and Hou Yan sat on the sofa in the room somewhat awkwardly.He looked down at the carpet under his feet, as if he wanted to carefully understand the weaving of the patterns on it.

Li Zetian didn't care about Hou Jia's silence, put away the cigar cutter, and took out a cigar cutter from his pocket.After cutting a small slit on the cigar that was just cut, Li Zetian went up to lick it and tasted it.

Slowly savoring the bitter aftertaste on the tip of his tongue, Li Zetian looked at Hou Jia with a half-smile and said, "The water in Li's house doesn't flow well. If Xiao Jiuer wants to play, he should go somewhere else. Boat...Xiao Jiuer, can you swim?"

There is something in such obvious words, even if Hou Jia doesn't understand it, he can still hear it to some extent.The long eyelashes concealed the emotion in Hou Jia's eyes, and he lowered his head in silence, fully interpreting the waywardness of the wealthy young master.This is already an obvious way to see off guests, Li Zetian will not understand.

Li Zetian sneered, brushed the cigar crumbs off his body, got up and walked out.

The room fell silent.After a few months of living in a wealthy family, Hou Yan didn't make any progress.At least, he learned to hide his thoughts.When the door was closed, Hou Yan slightly raised his eyelids, his eyes were clear and persistent like never before.

He doesn't know how to swim, and even before that, he had no concept of the struggle of wealthy families, and he didn't understand the bloody and despicable hidden in it.However, in the face of Li Zetian's threat, he surprisingly didn't feel any fear.From the beginning to the end, Hou Yan felt that his heart was very peaceful.

He knew that there was a person who built a wall from all fears and worries.And that person's name was Li Siheng.

Before being threatened by Li Zetian, Hou Yan never believed that he would subconsciously trust someone completely, as simple and natural as trusting himself.He will not believe that he will rely on a person, and he does not feel that this is weakness and shame.

Hou Yan has already realized that the situation of the Li family is a hundred times more complicated than that of the Hou family.Just today's short contact has already made him feel a lot of doubts.However, in such a complicated Li family, Hou Yan did not choose to be wise and protect himself.

"That's because Brother Li is here." Hou Yan chuckled and fell back on the sofa.Slender fingers caressed his somewhat thin chest, Hou Jia murmured.

At the foot of his bed there were cigar shavings that Li Zetian cut off just now, and the bed was also sat on by Li Zetian, so he waited and wanted to touch it.

The bed of an otaku has always been a forbidden place, especially for a technical nerd like Hou Jia.For Hou Jia, his bed is as private as his underwear. After being touched by others, Hou Jia will never touch it until the sheets are changed.

When Li Siheng came in, he saw such a scene.His little boy was lying on his back on the large sofa, with one arm stretched out in front of his eyes, as if he was blocking the glare of the light, while the other arm was casually resting on the back of his head. The boy curled up one leg, and for some reason, he seemed to be The waistline is a little... alluring.

The moment he opened the door, Li Siheng's hand holding the milk trembled, but fortunately, he quickly regained his composure, and the milk in his hand did not spill a single drop.

Li Siheng has always known that his body was tender and fair in his previous life, and he even disliked himself for being too feminine.However, now that he has changed his perspective, and his soul has changed in that shell, he actually feels that that body is so charming.

By coincidence, Li Siheng's calloused hands passed along Hou Jia's waistline, and the boy immediately arched his body reflexively.Li Siheng knew every part of Hou Jia's body, so he naturally knew that the sides of his waist and abdomen were the most sensitive places on him, and it would itch if touched a little.

Feeling the greasy skin under his fingers, and the young man's waist covered with thin muscles, Li Si twirled his fingers horizontally, as if he still couldn't get enough of it.

However, this man who is not polite to take advantage of his subordinates has the most sanctimonious mouth.Putting the cup of milk to Hou Jia's lips, Li Siheng said to Hou Jia, "Get up and drink milk before going to sleep. Besides, you can't sleep here."

The sweet aroma of milk was on his lips, so Hou Yan simply drank it with Li Siheng's hand.Unlike the young readers of *wen stored in Hou Yan's computer, Hou Yan doesn't have any distaste for milk.

Picky eaters are the privilege of children who have been pampered and grown up.For a child like Hou Yan, the memory of when he was young is completely blurred, but the feeling of hunger has penetrated deeply into his body.Even if he was later picked up by his old man and was able to live comfortably, the feeling of hunger followed him like a shadow.

At that time, it was not enough for Hou Jia to be afraid of causing trouble and being abandoned again, so how could there be room for criticism?

The amount of milk that Li Siheng warmed up for Hou Jia was quite large, and Hou Jia had a full meal for dinner. After trying to drink more than half of the glass, he felt a little full and wanted to spit it out.The speed of swallowing gradually slowed down. Li Siheng took a look at the amount he had finished drinking, combined with Hou Jia's usual appetite, and felt that it was almost enough.

Patting Hou Jia's back to help him relax, Li Siheng took the cup away with his other hand.Hou Yan glanced at it and could see that there was about a third of the milk in the glass.

Li Siheng didn't dislike it either, and finished the remaining milk in three gulps with Hou Jiacai's lip marks on it.His expression when he drank milk was not as casual as his movements.

Li Siheng stared at Hou Yan, and the trembling of the corners of his eyes and brows seemed to be a kind of tease.Li Siheng's lips are very beautiful, although they are not as delicate as Hou Jia's, they are plump but sharp-edged.

The fleshy white lips pressed against the place where Hou Jia had just drunk, and the bright red tongue brushed the rim of the cup whether intentionally or unintentionally.The white liquid was sent into the mouth by Li Siheng.

Hou Yan stared blankly, and suddenly uttered a word silently.

Lip reading was a compulsory course in Li Siheng's career as a special soldier. With a casual glance, he knew exactly what Hou Yan was talking about.

He said it was fucking sexy.

Li Siheng almost laughed out loud.If this is the case, you really have to say it in a low voice, otherwise you will ruin the image of the young master of the Li family by swearing or something.

Endured and endured, finally Li Siheng laughed first, rubbed the top of Hou Jia's hair, Li Siheng casually swept towards the bed, and asked while examining, "Why doesn't Xiao Jiuer go to bed?"

Li Siheng's eyes suddenly froze when he caught sight of a handful of cigar shavings beside the waiting bed.

Although it was debris, Li Siheng could still tell that it was Montecristo.In the entire Li family, only one person smokes this brand of cigars.

Squinting his eyes, Li Siheng's eyes were gloomy.

The author has something to say: Yes, the white liquid is magical, uncle evil bird~

During the harmony period, the scale is not easy to grasp, this kind of meat-free but seems to be eating meat, uncle will not say it ╮(╯▽╰)╭