flicker, then flicker

Chapter 37

"Do you see that I have a hand to knock on the door?" Yan's mother pushed the door in with a tray in both hands. Inside the tray were two bowls of sugar water, one black and one white. They were placed in bright porcelain bowls with rims, delicate and beautiful.

"What?" Yan Ming stuffed his cell phone under the pillow, and he leaned out half of his body from the bed. When he saw the things in the tray, he was surprised and suspicious, "You did all of this?"

"Auntie is home, whoever does if I don't do it," she picked up a bowl of almond sesame paste and handed it to Yan Ming, "I just learned it today, try it and see how it goes."

After speaking, he sat down by the bed, looked at Yan Ming with eyes full of gossip: "Who were you talking to just now? Girlfriend?"

"No," Yan Ming took a sip, and coughed violently before swallowing, "Mom, did you throw all the sugar bowl in?"

"It shouldn't be." She took it and took a sip, "It's a bit sweet, let's make do with it, you are not a little girl, and you are afraid of getting fat if you eat something sweet."

... I am not afraid of being fat, but I am afraid of being fat!

"You are really too." She gave her son a white look, "It's not your girlfriend, why are you nervous, and even if you are a girlfriend, you don't need to be nervous. I hope you will bring someone back soon."

"Don't worry, I'll definitely bring it back if you have it." I'm afraid you won't admit it when you bring it back.

Under the watchful eyes of love, Yan Ming also drank another bowl of peach gum stewed milk. The little white mouse was very dedicated to his work. His mother glanced at him with satisfaction, packed up his things, and was about to leave. When he reached the door, he stopped and said, : "Almost forgot, the house you said you wanted to live in before, your father has found a decoration company, and the construction can start in the next year. If you have any ideas, you can communicate with them yourself at that time."

"Thank you Mom, and thank Dad for me too." Yan Ming's lips were still sweet, and he thanked him very cutely.

After confirming that the person had left and the door was closed tightly, Yan Ming took out his mobile phone from under the pillow. The other end of the screen went dark, leaving only a small lamp by the bed, and the dim yellow light cast a layer on someone's face. Seeing the soft light, Yan Ming misses it more and more, and his heart itches more and more.

"It's okay." Hang Zhe rested his arms on his pillow, his broad shoulders resting on the head of the bed, he squinted slightly to adapt to the suddenly brightened screen, his whole body was lazily sexy.

The charming little flame just now was extinguished, and now there is a vague tendency to recover from the fire, Yan Ming watched without blinking, with a strange light in his eyes.

"Why are you upset?" Hang Zhe read a trace of grievance from his tense face, thinking that he cared about his "girlfriend", and was about to persuade him, but Yan Ming spoke in a low voice.

"I miss you." He murmured, as if making up his mind, "If you don't come home before the new year, just go home and have a showdown with me."

Yan Ming thought that it was only a few days, and he couldn't stand the separation for ten and a half months.

More importantly, this kind of concealment made him uneasy. He wanted to take him home and tell his parents that he loved such a person.

"Don't," Hang Zhe stood up straight, afraid that he would be stupid if he was impulsive, "It's a big Chinese New Year, you let people have a good New Year, don't rush this moment."

Yan Ming didn't understand this truth, he closed his eyes worriedly, and suddenly thought of something, and his heart moved.

"This matter can be discussed later, but you...can't have other thoughts." Yan Ming hesitated, wanted to raise something but didn't know how to speak.

"What other idea?" Hang Zhe froze for a moment.

"Don't give me a complete set," Yan Ming gritted his teeth, and made his words clear, "If you run again, I will go to the forum to eight you! Submit articles on Weibo, and report on the platform!"

Hang Zhe poked the corner of his tightly pursed mouth on the screen with his fingers, and responded with a light smile.

On the day they came home, the two hugged each other at the entrance, and all the beating in their tight chests were misses. There seemed to be hooks in the eyes that looked at each other, making people addicted to the desire in front of them. The two pushed I fell into the bathroom with my arms in my arms, did it once in the dense water vapor, and returned to the bed after washing, rubbing the fire again when my eyes crossed.

Hang Zhe pressed his shoulder from behind, licked and bit his ear and panted, and promised in a deep voice that he would never let go this time.

The two tossed and tossed until the middle of the night, and they were willing to stop when they were really bored. Hang Zhe smoothed out a messy head that was resting on his shoulder, and discussed with him: "Why don't you decorate that suite first, and wait until I buy another one?" set."

"Why?" Yan Ming still hadn't recovered a bit, the continuous orgasm made him a little hypoxic, "Why don't you stop?"

"Little fool, why don't you take me with you when you move in later? It's unjustifiable to take the senior to move."

"You're stupid." After the oxygen entered the brain, Yan Zhiqian came back a little, and asked him back, "Then you bought it elsewhere, I can't live? My mother can't find me here, wouldn't it be even more unreasonable?"

This matter is really difficult to deal with. In fact, Hang Zhe is actually driven by the thoughts of the northern gentlemen in his bones, and he thinks that buying a house should belong to him.

As the end of the year draws near, major media platforms take turns conducting year-end selections, and Yan Ming Company is also busy with year-end settlements, so these unclear matters are temporarily put aside.

Hang Zhe's popularity has skyrocketed since he showed his face in the live broadcast, and he naturally received an invitation from the live broadcast platform. On the way to attend the platform's year-end meeting, he received a call from Qi Shihan, saying that the adoptive father of the dead child agreed to come and pick him up.

"Can you let them wait for two days, and then leave when I come back to meet." Hang Zhe estimated the time, afraid that he would not be able to meet in time.

After attending the year-end meeting, he hurried to catch the plane early the next morning, and when he landed, he met the father and son directly at the airport.

The night before, I learned from Qi Shihan that they had reached an agreement. The child's adoptive father agreed to raise him until he reached adulthood, and promised not to let him pester him again. Hang Zhe asked Qi Shihan how they talked, but the other party didn't elaborate, just I feel that this father and son are a disaster, it is best to tie them together and not let them out to harm others.

It was only after meeting people that Hang Zhe understood what a pair of scourges meant.The younger one still had a gloomy face and no smile, but the vigilance and sternness in his eyes became much less serious, and he would glance at the man in suit and leather shoes beside him while speaking.

The man is well-dressed in suits, but ordinary-looking. He is the most common appearance of middle-aged people walking on the road. Hang Zhe has never put a face on this type of person in his memory. It is probably too ordinary to teach people to leave a deep impression on them. impression.

Before that, Hang Zhe originally had some absurd guesses, but after seeing people, he knew that he was wrong.

They found a place to drink tea and sat down. When the drinks came up, the man automatically and consciously inserted the straw for the people around him and brought it to his mouth. It's been like this for the past ten years, so it can't be blamed that the child is crooked, and the father didn't raise him as a normal person.

At the end of that day, they didn't talk for long. The father and son had to catch a plane. Taking advantage of the time when the child went to the bathroom, Hang Zhe asked the man why he changed his mind and agreed to pick him up.

"Then what should we do? We can't let him fool around outside alone." The man smiled bitterly. He dared not say that he was coaxed over by half-threats and half-coaxing. A man in sunglasses and a suit, under that battle, he couldn't help but say a word.

What's more, he himself was thinking about the "son" he had raised for more than ten years. His wife divorced him not long after the child was born, and he raised the child by himself. Until that happened, he didn't feel that he was raising the child. What's wrong with the way.

Hang Zhe watched the two of them enter the waiting room, turned around and got into the car, and sent a message to Yan Ming in the car, telling him that he would not have to go to the airport until the year before.

Yan Ming was so busy that he didn't see the message until near noon. Just as he was about to reply, Liu Xiaoyan called.

"Xiao Mingming! Guess where I was just now?" Liu Xiaoyan's voice was full of excitement for praise, and he just waited for Yan Ming to ask again, so that he could show his credit.

"I won't guess, I'll suffocate you." Yan Ming picked up the cup and went to the tea room. He was in a good mood at the moment and couldn't help but want to tease Liu Xiaoyan, "Why don't you be more sincere and ask Dad to guess."

"Hey, I can get it for you," Liu Xiaoyan could tell that he was in a good mood, so he stopped guessing riddles with him, "I just went to your mother's place. My company gave out a bunch of ham and bacon stuff for the New Year. I'll give it to my aunt. Give some."

"Keep it for yourself. No one in our family cooks recently. It's a waste for you to give it to her." Even though he said that, Yan Ming knew in his heart that his mother would be happy.

"What a waste, I chatted with her for a while, my mother is always happy." Liu Xiaoyan laughed, and then blamed, "Did you go home less recently? I don't think she is happy anymore."

Yan Ming's heart tightened, and he asked, "What did she tell you?"

Liu Xiaoyan didn't know why, so he just chatted casually, what else could he talk about.

"What's strange about not talking about it?" Yan Ming asked again.

"No." Liu Xiaoyan said, "It's strange for you to ask such a question."

The two chatted for a while, and Yan Ming confirmed it twice, but he was still worried, hung up the phone and called his mother again.

"Why are you calling at this hour?" His mother was surprised.

"I heard from Liu Xiaoyan that I'm going to deliver something to you today? Call me to care about you." Yan Ming thought about his mother's tone, and it seemed quite normal.

"You also said that you don't care about me like Xiaoyan." Yan's mother scolded him along the way.

Yan Ming was relieved after being scolded, this is still the mother he was familiar with.

On the other side, his mother put down her phone and looked up at the small room. She was clearly holding a cup of hot water in her hand, but her heart was extremely cold.

She looked at the handsome boy in front of her who had met twice, and said with a last bit of luck: "Xiaohang, auntie knows you are a good boy, think about it carefully, do you have something to hide from auntie?"

The author has something to say: Alright, alright, the last boss, it should be over a year ago.