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"Xiao Su..." The two of them hugged each other and fell asleep like this. On the second day, Mu Su woke up early for an unprecedented time. something.

After a while, Qingfeng's biological clock woke up, thinking that Musu was still asleep, so he straightened up gently, leaned over and kissed the man's cheek, but unexpectedly bumped into Musu with his eyes open, like a statue.

Somewhat surprised, I didn't know how to speak, so I asked "When did you wake up?"

Musu sat up from the bed, with a cold face, and was about to throw off the quilt and get out of bed, but was stopped by Qingfeng, "You are still angry about what happened last night."

Want to break free, but in vain.

"Why do you like to dig into corners so much, kid?" Pressing that little head on his chest, the torn pajamas were openly opened, and Mu Su's cheek was against his skin.

"Others can, why can't we?" The voice was slightly hoarse, very aggrieved.

"Xiao Su, in the future, I promise you in the future." His reason is very simple, he just thinks that Mu Su is too early, if there is a future, how can he turn a blind eye.

"We're not women, do we have to take care of what is dispensable?" Putting his hands on his chest, he raised his head and asked, "I just want to be with you, just be together, why do you want to be together?" With so many scruples, what you like is Musu, and Musu is right in front of your eyes!"

"Because I'm afraid..." He hesitated to speak, Musu saw that he had compromised, bumped into his arms, and kissed Qingfeng's lips like a chicken pecking at rice.

The two of them rolled onto the bed again, and Musu casually removed Qingfeng's pajamas that could no longer cover his body, and caressed his back like a baby.

After a burst of intense kisses, Qingfeng panted heavily and buried her head in Musu's shoulder socket, "Next week, or you will really get hurt."

"Okay, I can't go back on my word"

After school on Monday, Mu Su and Mo Wen were reluctant to leave. They played football on the green grass of the playground, sweating profusely. When the last kick was scored, the ball smashed uncooperatively. On the door frame, bounced to the outside.

The football rolled out on the ground until it reached the edge of the playground, where it was stepped on by a foot wearing a canvas shoe. Looking up, it turned out that it was Tan Ling.

Tan Ling opened his school uniform, wore a white T-shirt, and carried a backpack on one shoulder. He skillfully kicked the ball back to the middle of the playground, and waved to Musu.

Mu Su wiped the sweat off his forehead, and ran towards him, "Why do you come here when you have time?"

"I sent you a text message, but you didn't reply to me." Tan Ling knew very well that maybe Qingfeng didn't agree.

Mu Su scratched his head in embarrassment, "You are so close, and you want me to pass the message between you, don't you know if Qingfeng will go or not?"

Tan Ling understands it, but still does not give up. "Qingfeng is a knife-mouthed bean curd heart, please do your best, old man."

"You man, why are you so stubborn, sticking your hot face to Qingfeng's cold ass all day long." Mu Su couldn't help complaining, "When he gets angry, I won't be responsible."

"Our family's breeze..." This sentence has a deep meaning, Mu Su's cheeks brushed, and it was even redder than before, and he stubbornly refused to admit it, "What's wrong? Do you have an opinion?"

"No, it's my birthday. You are welcome to bring your family!" After saying that, he turned around and left. Mu Su's face turned red and smoldering, his cheeks puffed out, and he couldn't say a word for a long time.

Tan Ling returned home and looked at her mother, Lin Qiaohui, who was sitting in the hall worrying about her birthday.He regained his smile, walked to her side and sat down, looking at the plans full of written one after another, it was enough to see her intentions.

"It's just a birthday, why bother." Leaning on the soft sofa, he casually picked up the newspaper that his father had read and flipped through it boredly.

"This is your birthday. After your birthday, you will become an adult, not a child." Lin Qiaohui took off her glasses and gently caressed her only son. ?"

Tan Ling listened to what his mother said, and couldn't stop thinking about it in his mind.In his memory, Lin Qiaohui often said this to him, emphasizing the word "unique" intentionally or unintentionally.The word itself is very beautiful, but here it makes Tan Ling feel that there is no silver 300 taels here.

"The only son?" Tan Ling had a questioning tone, Lin Qiaohui's body trembled, and she suddenly became emotional, "Isn't it? Mom gave birth to a son like you!"

Tan Ling didn't ask any more questions, but kept looking at Lin Qiaohui's reaction. Her appearance was getting closer and closer to Tan Ling's guess.

Back in the room, he opened the book that he had opened countless times. The page with his grandfather's mark on it had been read countless times this year, and his heart was always echoing with Ke Cheng's words to him before boarding a foreign plane. What I said: I would like to give you a little suggestion of conscience, please stay away from Qingfeng, you are too close, the consequences are not something you or he can bear, and I can be sure that the person who regrets is definitely you.

Ke Cheng's words were a clear warning, but they were full of hints. He was hinting at something, such as the relationship between Tan Ling and Tan Qingfeng.

Tan Ling kept insinuating, but the relatives around him were either ignorant or silent, and their curiosity increased instead of diminishing, especially when they saw Qingfeng keeping a distance from him and not approaching him.

"Qingfeng..." The name and grandpa's writing, is it a coincidence or the truth?

Thinking about snapping, he closed his grandfather's book, with more and more doubts in his mind, if Qingfeng is really his father's son, why has he never appeared? Is he the grandson that grandfather is referring to?Where is Qingfeng all these years, and why did he hide his identity?

Recalling the appearance of Qingfeng when I knew him back then, he was thin and indifferent, never saw a smile on his face, and what was unforgettable was the fruit in his hand, which was so cheap that it made people sad.

"Ling'er, it's almost time for dinner. Where are you going?" Lin Qiaohui placed the bowls and chopsticks, but Tan Ling hurried downstairs and left the house with a gift box.

Tan Ling rushed to Qingfeng's rented place, dark corridors, narrow stairs, the smell here is not good, mixed with the pungent smell of oily smoke from time to time.

After waiting at the door for a long time, but did not wait for the figure of Qingfeng's return, it occurred to him that maybe at this very moment he was tutoring Musu.

When Qingfeng came home, the night was getting dark, but he saw a figure leaning against the wall at the door of his house from afar, and when he got closer, he realized that the person waiting for him was not someone else, but Tan Ling!