After being dumped by his son and his father

Wen Ziheng followed Wei Qing's line of sight and cast his gaze to the master bedroom with the door wide open, and as expected, he saw an empty bed frame in the middle of that bedroom, and from Wen Ziheng's perspective, he did not find any other furniture. Not even a bedside table or wardrobe.

However, the lights in the bedroom were brightly lit, as if deliberately trying to let Wen Ziheng see the current situation clearly.

"Where do I sleep?"

Wei Qing's chilly voice forcibly pulled Wen Ziheng's gaze back, and when he turned around, he saw Wei Qing standing up straight and gradually approaching.

The nightgown on his chest was opened at some point, exposing his strong chest. His height of 1.8 meters [-] carried a strong male hormone atmosphere, which invisibly brought a sense of oppression that could not be ignored.

Wen Ziheng's body was stiff, and he took two steps back silently, pulling a safe distance between each other.

Wei Qing saw Wen Ziheng's movements and expressions in his eyes. There was a teasing smile on the corner of his mouth, but a glacier formed in his eyes. He pointed to his still wet hair, "Your house is not only leaking, but also Leak the water on me, but it's getting late now, so I won't bother with you, you can arrange my accommodation first."

"There is a four-star hotel near here. If you want to live in a five-star hotel, I can also drive you..."

Before Wen Ziheng finished speaking, Wei Qing refused coldly: "I don't live in a hotel."

"..." Wen Ziheng was silent for a while, then choked out a few words, "What about the homestay?"

Wei Qing's expression suddenly became weird, with a bit of gnashing of teeth. He stared at Wen Ziheng for a while, and then said in a deep voice: "So that's why you sent me when you got into trouble? Just throw me in the Just pat your ass and leave in a hotel or homestay? Wen Ziheng, Wen Ziheng, you are really cruel, you know that I hate staying in those unhygienic public places in hotels."

"..." Wen Ziheng was completely speechless.

If Wei Qing doesn't like staying in hotels, then Wen Ziheng definitely doesn't believe it.

When they were still dating, both of them lived in the dormitory of the school. Wei Qing tried every means to persuade Wen Ziheng to live in a hotel every day. Later, the number of singing and singing at night increased, and Wei Qing simply prepaid the hotel for half a year. rent.

It wasn't until half a year later that Wei Qing bought a high-end apartment near the school that the two of them moved the place of intimacy from the hotel to the apartment.

At that time, Wei Qing also said that he was most interested in the sound insulation effect of the apartment, so that no matter what Wen Ziheng called, he would not be heard by others. When Wei Qing said this, he was lying on Wen Ziheng's body, and he could see a large expanse of fair fruit. With his bare back, his gentle kiss slowly moved from Wen Ziheng's back to his ear, biting the round earlobe and saying.

Wen Ziheng knelt on the big bed, felt the movement of the person behind him, bit his lip and held back for a long time before cursing out of tune: "Rogue."

These memories happened five years ago, but they seem to float from the last century.

Ethereal, distant...

It's like an old photo with yellow corners, and you can still smell the dust that has been buried for hundreds of years.

When Wen Ziheng struggled out of the mudslide of memories, he had already followed in Wei Qing's footsteps and took the elevator back to his house. He held the key in his hand, and opened the anti-theft door with a click.

Before entering the door, Wen Ziheng sighed, his tone somewhat conceited: "I only have one bed at home, if you want to sleep, you can only make do with it on the sofa."

"Then let's go to the sofa." Wei Qing said indifferently, and in a blink of an eye saw Wen Ziheng's expression of reluctance, and suddenly an indescribable bad emotion came from the bottom of his heart. In front of Heng, he pressed the person between his chest and the wall of the entrance.

Caught off guard, Wen Ziheng's face was full of shock, and his vigilant and defensive eyes were like a jet of gasoline, splashing on the cluster of anger in Wei Qing's heart.

"You're right, you should spit out the expired food in time. I'm not stupid enough to put the expired food back into my mouth." Wei Qing raised her mouth and said with a half-smile, immersed in the brown color The disgust in his eyes clearly emerged, and he quickly reached out and pinched Wen Ziheng's waist.

Wen Ziheng's face changed suddenly, he raised his knee subconsciously and pushed towards Wei Qing's abdomen, but was accurately grabbed by the other party.

"Too thin, my hands are full of bones, I'm not so hungry/thirsty that I can get an erection when I face a body like a matchstick."

Amidst Wei Qing's sneering, Wen Ziheng's suffocated red face seemed to be dripping blood, and the sense of shame, resentment and shame hovering in his chest was like a scourge with teeth and claws, instantly swallowing up all his reason Not much.

"Get out!" Wen Ziheng tensed the last string in his mind.

"Aren't I right?" Wei Qing showed a playful expression, raised his eyebrows, and opened his lips to say something. The bedroom door not far away was suddenly pushed open, and then a small figure seemed to be launched. Like a small missile, he swung his short legs and ran to Wei Qing's side, hugging his thigh.

"Father..." Wen Xi blinked his big eyes a few times, and cried out in a trembling and frightened voice.

Wei Qing seemed to be taken aback by Wen Xi's sudden appearance. The hand holding Wen Ziheng's thigh unconsciously trembled twice, and then let go. He looked down at the little girl who was tightly hugging her thigh Carrot head, took several deep breaths before he managed to suppress the agitation in his heart.

This is the child born to Wen Ziheng and other women.

Already four and a half years old.

Baozi's big-eyed and aggrieved appearance is somewhat familiar, but his facial features and face shape are not at all like Wen Ziheng's. Maybe he looks like that woman.

Thinking of this, Wei Qing suddenly felt as if Wen Ziheng had personally stabbed him in the heart, scarlet blood gushed out, and the nameless anger was like a frantically twisting tongue of fire. The vicious thought of kicking down.

"Father..." Dou Da's eyeballs rolled out of Wen Xi's sockets. He held onto Wei Qing's thigh tightly and looked up at Wei Qing tremblingly, making Wei Qing think for a while that this was a child. shouting to myself.

It wasn't until Wen Ziheng, who had just woken up from a dream, quickly squatted down and hugged Wen Xi into his arms, when the little guy hugged Wen Ziheng's neck tightly, and at the same time turned his head to stare at Wei Qing in fear and vigilance, he didn't It dawned on me——

It turned out that the child was only afraid that he would hurt Wen Ziheng, so he stopped him by hugging his thigh.

It is a pity that the child has autism and cannot accurately express his inner thoughts in words.

Wen Ziheng patted Wen Xi's back lightly to comfort him, carried his son back to the bedroom, and never looked at Wei Qing who was stunned aside from the beginning to the end.

The sound insulation of this house is not very good, Wei Qing is sitting on the sofa in the living room, the bedroom door is closed, but he can clearly hear Wen Ziheng coaxing the child in a low voice in the bedroom.

An hour had passed since the bedroom door opened again. Wen Ziheng walked out with a cold expression. He held a stack of quilts and blankets in his hands. His icy eyes swept across Wei Qing's face, and then put the things in his hand on the On the sofa, he shook the blanket casually.

"I don't have any extra pillows at home, so you can make do with pillows."

"kindness."

Wei Qing quietly looked at Wen Ziheng who was arranging the quilts and blankets. His movements were very nimble, and it didn't take long for him to spread a temporary quilt on the sofa. His hands with distinct finger bones slid across the furry dark gray blanket, setting off the The slender fingers became whiter.

Suddenly, Wei Qing had a strong impulse in his heart, he wanted to hold that hand, he wanted to know if that hand was still as cold as he remembered, after struggling for a long time, Wei Qing finally broke that unrealistic thought.

"Where's your wife?" Wei Qing asked.

Wen Ziheng was just putting the pillow on the quilt, he paused when he heard this, and quickly said nonchalantly: "We broke up."

In fact, Wei Qing knew that there had been no woman around Wen Ziheng in the past few years. At the same time, this was where he was particularly puzzled—since Wen Ziheng had never dated other women, how did that child come about?

I am afraid that the only answer lies in the year when Wen Ziheng disappeared after breaking up with him. During that period, Wei Qing searched for Wen Ziheng everywhere like crazy. After searching hard for a year, Wen Ziheng returned to school by himself. He also brought a newborn baby with him. The moment Wei Qing got the news, he almost collapsed.

Despite the turbulent waves in his heart, Wei Qing remained silent on the surface. After a short silence, he pretended to be relaxed and said, "Your son doesn't look like you, but like his mother?"

Hearing this, Wen Ziheng was finally willing to give Wei Qing a little out of the corner of his eye. There was emotion in his eyes that Wei Qing couldn't understand, and he said calmly: "The facial features are quite similar, but the personality is not. I don't want my From now on, my son will become a scumbag."

Wei Qing sensitively caught the disgust and resistance in Wen Ziheng's tone, and felt a little excited. The more Wen Ziheng hated Wen Xi's mother, the happier he was. He wished that that person would disappear from Wen Ziheng's life forever. .

"Then do you still have contact with her now?"

"Who?"

"The mother of your son."

"Have."

The little excitement was extinguished in an instant, Wei Qing leaned back irritably, and tugged at his collar: "Do you think there is still a possibility for you and her..."

"Okay, now is not the question-and-answer time." Wen Ziheng frowned slightly, and interrupted Wei Qing's questioning impatiently, "Have you already taken a shower? The only bathroom in my house is unusable, neither the toilet nor the sink. No problem, the water dispenser is over there, and there are clean water glasses in the cabinet below, if you have anything to do, you can call me directly."

After giving a lot of instructions, Wen Ziheng went back to the bedroom and changed his clothes. Now that the bathroom is unusable, he can barely wipe his body with a towel.

After washing and passing the living room, Wei Qing, who was lying on the sofa, was wrapped in the quilt and turned his back to him. He was motionless and didn't know whether he was asleep or not. The tall figure curled up on the small three-seater sofa showed a bit of pitiful meaning.

It may be because Wei Qing slept outside. That night Wen Ziheng tossed and turned without falling asleep. He stayed awake until the morning light outside the window and finally fell asleep. However, he just dreamed that he and Wei Qing went back to five During the passionate love period years ago, I was awakened by a rush of mobile phone ringtones.

Wen Ziheng hugged Wen Xi who was sleeping in his arms with one hand, and reached out to the bedside table with the other hand to find the mobile phone. He picked up the mobile phone and looked at it, and immediately regained his energy.

It was his vicious sister calling.

——Wen Yuanxian.