When I met a scumbag, I became a sea king

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He Feng noticed Yi Yang from the side for a long time, and there was no other reason, but this person was really good-looking.

He Feng couldn't help feeling a little itchy.

He is crooked, although he is not young, but he can't help but eat tofu when he sees young fresh meat.After all, fresh and tender.

I was also invited to participate today, and I didn't expect to meet such a superb product.

For a moment, I was a little forgetful, and one hand was dishonestly wrapped around his waist: "Handsome guy, are you drunk? Where are you going, let me see you off?"

Look at what this said, just like an old hooligan.

Yi Yang didn't faint to the point of being unconscious, and immediately went to grab his hand: "No need, I..."

"Snapped!"

A crisp voice sounded, Yi Yang paused, the hand on his waist had left as he wished, but it was obviously not himself who let the hand leave.

He Feng was still a little dazed looking at his knocked-off hand, and after realizing it, he immediately cursed: "Who the hell are you, dare to hit me?!"

Before he finished speaking, he paused: "Li Li Li Li... Li Shao?!"

Li Weimu opened his mouth: "Uncle He, this is from my family, you better keep your hands and feet clean."

It's over, and I almost provoke the Buddha.

Thankfully I didn't have time to do anything.

After this thought flashed by, He Feng decisively pushed the person in his arms out: "Misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding, I didn't do anything, Young Master Li should take him away quickly, lest others covet him."

Li Weimu said leisurely: "Thank you for reminding me."

He Feng laughed: "Where is it? If there is nothing else, I will leave first..."

After speaking, he didn't care about Li Weimu's reaction, and ran away in a hurry.

Yi Yang was still a little dizzy leaning against the wall, Li Weimu turned around with no expression on his face: "Can you stand still?"

Yi Yang's cheeks were slightly red, and his eyes were a little blurred.

Li Weimu tugged on his bow tie annoyed.

He noticed this person because he saw He Feng first.

The classmate shook the wine glass: "He Feng has his eyes on another one."

Li Weimu has no interest, after all He Feng is an old hooligan and everyone in the circle knows it.

"It looks quite young and good-looking, which suits the taste of this old rascal." The classmate was very interested, "It seems that he still hasn't been convinced by his wife."

Li Weimu put the wine glass on the table: "Let's go, it's boring."

But the classmate suddenly said: "Hey, isn't this your cheap brother?"

Li Weimu thought, my mother didn't give birth to a younger brother for me.

But with the word "brother" on it, he has to take care of it even if he doesn't want to.

Although his elder brother had never even seen this "brother" before today.

Yi Yang frowned and nodded: "...Stand still."

These words were obviously not convincing, because when he said these words, he almost fell crookedly.

The alcohol is on the rise.

Yi Yang was carried back to the lounge by Li Weimu in the end.

Yi Yang sat on the soft bed in the lounge, squinting his eyes and resting his chin on the person in front of him.

The complexion is cold and fair, the bridge of the nose is straight, and a maroon tear mole presses on the end of the eyes, softening the slightly sharp eye arc.His eyes were very light, and his side face was also cold, but when he raised his eyes to look at people, because of the tear mole, there was a bit of charm for no reason.

This is a beautiful face, but also a strange face.

"Who are you?" Yi Yang muttered, "I've never seen you before."

Li Weimu ignored him and got up to leave.

He was already benevolent enough to send people here, and he didn't want to take care of the rest.

He hasn't forgotten to explain: "Stay here and don't run around."

"Don't go..."

Yi Yang refused to let it go easily: "You haven't told me your name yet..."

Li Weimu avoided Yi Yang's calling hand: "Sit down, don't move around."

Yi Yang sat down aggrieved.

"You are so fierce..."

He pouted, his eyes were red, and he looked very wronged: "I didn't do anything wrong, why are you treating me so badly..."

Li Weimu: "..."

Li Weimu turned and left indifferently.

Drunk people are troublesome, and he doesn't want to bother at all.

Yi Yang didn't expect that two glasses of wine could have such a strong stamina.

Rubbing between his brows, he paused when he sat up.

This is a lounge.

Then the problem is coming.

How is he here?

Oh, he remembered.

There was an old man with sly eyebrows and mouse eyes who tried to touch him last night, but he was stopped later...

Yi Yang used to only hear that someone liked it, but he didn't expect that this kind of thing that was favored by the same sex would happen to him.

Then the person who sent him here was...

In a daze, Yi Yang remembered the exquisite eyebrows and eyes he saw last night, and paused with his fingers.

At the same time, Li Weimu, who just sat up on the bed, received a call.

"Hello, Ah Mu?" It was Li Weijun's thick and magnetic voice.

"En." Li Weimu replied, not wanting to talk much.

"Come to the villa, do you want me to ask the driver to pick you up?"

"No, I'll go by myself."

That's all for the brief conversation.

After hanging up the phone, he sat on the sofa in a daze for a while.

The originally good mood became worse than ever because of this phone call.

He looked at his phone again, it was eight in the morning.

It's time for breakfast.

But now he didn't even have the slightest thought of getting up to cook a meal, the strength in his whole body seemed to be taken off by someone suddenly, and he didn't even have the strength to lift his fingers.

Even if he didn't want to go anymore, Li Weimu still sat in the big living room at night, facing Han Yumei and Li Weijun, and on the left was the person with a very obvious presence.

The atmosphere at the table can be said to be very silent.

Although Han Yumei cooked several dishes with a smile on her face, the few people did not warm up because of it.

"I'm usually busy with work, and I'm often not at home. It's not easy for our family to get together." Li Weijun already had fine wrinkles in the corners of his eyes, but he had a strong aura. He also patted Han Yumei's shoulder with his big hand: "It's a rare day today. Ah Mu and Xiao Yang are both here, so it's time to think about changing the title."

"Ah Mu, call someone."

Li Weimu suddenly raised his head.

The fingertips of his pinching the fork were slightly white because of too much force, but there was a calm smile on his face: "Who is your name?"

Li Weijun held Han Yumei's hand on the dining table, and tilted his head: "Call me mom."

Li Weimu let go of the fork in his hand, and the fork made an ear-piercing sound as it rubbed against the dinner plate: "This is not the one who raised me when I was pregnant in October, why should I call her mom?"

Li Weijun pulled his face down on the spot: "Now you have to understand the fact that your Auntie Han and I are married, just because you call me dad, you have to call her mom too!"

Li Weimu sneered: "You are dreaming!"

The temperature in the living room dropped to freezing point for a moment, Han Yumei wanted to ease the atmosphere: "It's just a title, what's the fuss about it? Xiao Mu can just call me auntie, everyone hurry up and eat, the food is cold."

Both father and son were silent, but the expressions on their faces were so heavy that water could drip.

A meal was spent in such a lukewarm and awkward atmosphere.Li Weimu didn't even know what the food he ate tasted like.

Yi Yang is undoubtedly the quietest person in the living room, he didn't say a word during the whole process, stayed out of the dispute, and even took a hairy crab and peeled it carefully.

His fingers were white and slender, and the tails of his eyes drooped slightly, showing a bit of innocence and childishness.

Sitting quietly at the dining table at this time, he looked like a rich and charming young man.

Until the end of dinner, the gloom in his heart still couldn't be dispelled, Li Weimu took a cigarette in his mouth, and the curling smoke slowly rose, making his brows and eyes blurry and inexplicably confusing.

He was leaning against the carved railing on the second floor like that, his eyes were a little cold and slightly depressed.

There are footsteps going up the stairs, not loud, but they can be heard clearly.

Yi Yang wore long clothes and trousers, was thin and beautiful, and looked at him with unclear eyes.

Li Weimu took down the cigarette and flicked it, the ash fell to the floor rustlingly: "What's the matter?"

Yi Yang didn't speak, but just looked at him carefully, and Li Weimu, who was looking at him, got a little impatient, so he opened his mouth: "Did you send me to the lounge last night?"

Li Weimu was stunned for a moment, then said briefly and neatly, "No."

Yi Yang smiled slightly, and suddenly moved closer to him. The distance between the two of them suddenly narrowed, almost to the point where they could smell each other's breaths.

The distance was too close, Li Weimu frowned, subconsciously trying to push him away.

However, Yi Yang gently pressed his wrist, tilted his head, and a low voice rang in Li Weimu's ear: "I know it's brother, thank you brother for saving me."

His hand slid down, brushed over Li Weimu's fingertips, and took away the cigarette with a slight force: "Smoking is not good for your health, brother, please smoke less in the future."

He took a step back, glanced at Li Weimu again, then turned and walked towards the room holding the cigarette.

in another room.

Li Weijun was lying on the bed, and Han Yumei was sitting on the head of the bed and reaching out to massage him.

"Is the headache better?" She asked softly in a low voice.

"Still the same." Li Weijun frowned slightly. "But it's much better to have you massage me by my side."

Li Weijun is 47 years old this year.The body suffers from old headaches due to long-term work for the company.

"I haven't had this headache for a long time, and today it's all because Wei Mu, a bastard, is against me. We're both married, and he won't even call his mother. It's getting more and more ignorant."

Han Yumei smiled, and her eyebrows were gentle: "Why are you so angry? Your biological mother just passed away, and you married me. He will inevitably have a pimple in his heart. It's normal for him to refuse to call me mother now. If you If you push him too hard, it will be counterproductive, it is better to follow his wishes now, so that you father and son will not turn against each other."

Li Weijun sighed: "You are just too kind. He really blew my lungs out today, and his stubborn temper is [-]% like his mother's, and he won't even bow his head to be soft."