Anan

Feng An became angrier and more aggrieved, and finally cried in Jiang Yu'an's arms.

Jiang Yu'an surrendered unconditionally, hugged him and rubbed his back, took out a tissue to wipe his tears, and apologized to him.

Feng An cried so sadly that he twitched and said, "What's the use of apologizing now, your father doesn't like me anymore..."

Jiang Yu'an said: "It doesn't matter, we have a chance to make up for it. He is not old-fashioned after a long time to see people's hearts, and he will like you after a long time."

With a wow, Feng An grabbed Jiang Yu'an's pajamas and cried loudly: "How long will it take? Will we only meet once a month in the future?"

Jiang Yu'an felt distressed when he heard it, threw away the ball of paper in his hand, bowed his head and kissed him, and didn't back away until he felt that Feng An's mood had calmed down a bit, "No, I will find a way."

Feng An pursed his lips, he didn't really believe it, but he didn't say anything.He knew that it was not easy for Jiang Yu'an to be caught in the middle. Jiang Zhihong didn't know how to be considerate of him, so he should be more considerate of him.

Jiang Yu'an seemed to see through his mind, wiped away the tears on his face with his fingers, kissed him one after another, and promised him in a soft voice: "An'an, we will not be separated, you have to trust me."

Feng An was so gently coaxed by him, he gradually stopped sobbing, and then his pants were taken off at some point.

I just did it once, and now the back acupoint is still soft, Jiang Yu'an easily pushed in.Feeling the invasion, the tender meat in the corridor immediately entangled him in a lingering and flattering adsorption, as if she was eager for him all the time—just like Feng An himself.

Jiang Yu'an has never been so thoroughly involved in a relationship before. Emotions such as sensibility and impulsiveness are always suppressed by reason in his mind.However, he felt that it was not without reason that he fell to Feng An's place.

Feng An was played around by Jiang Yu'an for a while, and he couldn't help clamping his legs to wrap around his waist. However, just as he touched the other party, he suddenly woke up again, pushed Jiang Yu'an's shoulder and panted, "Don't do this, I can't help it... I turn around past."

Jiang Yu'an pulled it out, and her breathing became a little disordered.He didn't use lubricant this time, Feng An felt wet inside, and he didn't know whether to say he was too sensitive or too lewd.

This time he changed his posture, Feng An took the initiative to kneel down, and sure enough he wouldn't press Jiang Yu'an's bruise.However, after a while, his waist collapsed little by little, and then his legs were too weak to kneel.In the end, the whole person was lying on the bed, with his fingers tightly clutching the corner of the pillow, moaning and weeping sideways, only a snow-white and round buttocks were raised high in the air, and Jiang Yu'an held his waist, thrust and attacked him.

Jiang Yu'an leaned over to press him, bit the back of his neck fiercely, and asked in a deep voice next to his ear: "Why are you crying again? Didn't I have sex with you? Are you uncomfortable?"

Feng An's eyes were red, his eyelashes were wet and tangled together, and he couldn't speak coherently when he bumped into him: "It's comfortable, it's comfortable."

Jiang Yu'an smiled and straightened up, rubbing and pinching his buttocks with his big hands, deliberately bullying him: "Crying when you feel comfortable? Don't cry anymore. Boys are crying all day long, what are you talking about?"

Feng An hummed out of tune, buried his eyes in the pillow and rubbed them, then exposed his face and gasped for breath.

Jiang Yu'an slowed down a little, waited for him to recover a little bit, then found the right angle, thrust into a certain point deep inside Feng An's body, and then didn't pull it out, just pressed him and pushed him like that.

Feng An flicked on the bed like a fish, and screamed loudly, with an expression of extreme joy on his face, which was similar to pain.There was a pulsation in the lower body, the thin semen did not spray out, but trickled out from the horse's eyes, and flowed along the shaft to the heel of the legs, as if incontinence.

He didn't even have the strength to grip the pillow, and lying under Jiang Yu'an's eyes stared straight, tears flowed out again.

Jiang Yu'an pressed against him firmly, took out a hand to scratch the corner of his eye, and brought it to his mouth to lick it: "Are you comfortable or not?"

Feng An's chest was heaving violently, and after a while, he released a low-pitched voice from his mouth: "Comfortable..." He pushed Jiang Yu'an's lower abdomen with his backhand: "Don't push it there, get out, get out..."

Jiang Yu'an was unmoved: "I feel uncomfortable after going out."

Feng An couldn't bear such a strong and continuous pleasure, closed his eyes, and moaned desperately: "Get out...it's really impossible...you're going to die..."

Only then did Jiang Yu'an back out, patted his buttocks and said, "Should I be more restrained from now on?"

Feng An's buttocks trembled when he slapped her, and the tip of her buttocks was pink, like a fresh peach.He softly begged for mercy: "If... I was wrong, please forgive me, Mr. Jiang."

Satisfied, Jiang Yu'an stopped torturing him, turned him over and inserted him for a while, then pulled out at the last moment, jerking and cumming on his stomach.

At this time Feng An was already in a daze.With his head tilted and sunk in the pillow, his eyes were closed, his eyelashes trembled slightly, his navel was thick with thick liquid, and he twitched unconsciously, as if something was still stabbing him in his stomach.

Jiang Yu'an took paper from the bedside, wiped his stomach clean, then wiped his lower body casually with the dirty paper, and decided to take a bath again tomorrow morning.

Feng An was exhausted and fell into a deep sleep.Waking up dizzy the next morning, he was dazed for a while, and found that it was already bright outside, and he was still lying in Jiang Yu'an's arms.

Jiang Yu'an was awake, propping his head on one hand, watching him quietly.

He and Jiang Yu'an looked at each other for a few seconds, his mind was completely clear, and then he suddenly turned over and sat up, and shouted in surprise: "What time is it? I'm going to be late!"

Jiang Yu'an dragged him to lie down again: "I'm not late, I asked you for half a day off."

Feng An breathed a sigh of relief, but after lying down for a few seconds, he suddenly turned to look at Jiang Yu'an: "Don't you have to go to work today?"

Jiang Yu'an maintained that posture, and said, "I'm the boss, I don't have to go to work if I want to."

This time Feng An was completely at ease, raised an arm around Jiang Yu'an's waist, and did not move.

Jiang Yu'an said, "An'an, I have an idea."

Feng An opened his eyes and looked at him: "Huh?"

"I'll pick you up this weekend, we still go to the villa."

Feng An was dumbfounded: "Huh?"

Jiang Yu'an stretched out her fingers and gently scratched his curled eyelashes: "He can't understand, we have to explain to him. We are together, no different from ordinary couples, we go to parents' house on weekends, help with things, accompany Mom and Dad chat and eat together. Our whole family likes you very much, only he doesn't like you, guess who will be the most incompatible person at that time?"

Feng An was blinded by him, grabbed his troubled hand and pressed it on the pillow: "Is this okay? Will he drive me out directly?"

Jiang Yu'an smiled: "Our family only has a nanny, not a bodyguard. If he drives you away, what can he do if you don't leave? He wants to save face so much, it's impossible for him to do it in front of outsiders, and it's even more impossible for his neighbors to know what's going on. .This dumb man is sure to suffer."

Feng An frowned and said, "Then he must hate me even more?"

Jiang Yu'an said: "He already hates you. Is there any essential difference between hating you and hating you a lot?"

Feng An thought for a moment and replied, "It seems that there is no difference."

Jiang Yu'an smiled and kissed him: "Relax, just pretend that he doesn't exist."

Even though Jiang Yu'an said that, it is still impossible for Feng An to be so cowardly as to ignore Jiang Zhihong.The two made some preparations on the weekend and drove to Jiang's villa.After getting off the car, Feng An took a can of Qingcheng Xueya from Jiang Yu'an, held it in his hand decently, and rang the doorbell together with Jiang Yu'an as a welcome ceremony.

It was Jiang Weining who came to open the door. The two brothers had colluded to prevent Jiang Zhihong from even letting Feng An in, so Jiang Weining took the lead and welcomed the two into the house first.

After closing the door, Jiang Weining called into the room with a relaxed tone: "Dad, Mom, brother is back."

Jiang Zhihong didn't know anything, and was still fighting with Jiang Yu'an, so he sat in the study upstairs and didn't move.Yuan Wanping was watching TV downstairs, but came out in response: "An'an is back—"

Yuan Wanping was also unaware of this, and when she walked to the gate, she saw Jiang Yu'an still following Feng An, she was taken aback, her expression was a little embarrassed, and her voice lowered a tone: "...Xiao Feng is here too?"

Feng An took a step forward and bowed deeply to Yuan Wanping: "Hello, Auntie, I'm here to apologize. I'm really sorry for disturbing everyone last time."

Yuan Wanping quickly helped him up: "It's nothing, nothing, there's no need to do this. You, come in and sit down."

Everyone went to the living room and sat down. Feng An and Jiang Yu'an looked at each other, handed the tea in their hands to Yuan Wanping and said, "Auntie, I know that Uncle was angry that day. In fact, I always wanted to apologize in person, but I didn't dare to come alone. Later I I heard from Mr. Jiang that Uncle likes to drink tea, so I found some snow buds and brought them here, I hope you can accept them." He swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "Also, and, I'm sorry, I hope you can forgive me."

Yuan Wanping took the tea leaves and held them in her hands, almost as nervous as Feng An: "It's okay, you—you sit down, I'll call Zhihong down." She put the tea leaves on the table, got up and walked towards the stairs. Thinking about it halfway through, I yelled to the kitchen: "Xiao Wu, cut some fruit out."

After Yuan Wanping went upstairs, Feng An let out a long breath.Jiang Yu'an took his hand and clenched it: "Relax, don't be afraid of him."

Jiang Weining stood on the edge of the sofa with his arms turned, more excited than them: "Brother, I went to the gym on purpose yesterday, if we fight again later, I'll help you support him!"

Jiang Yu'an couldn't get used to his crow's mouth, so he slapped the sofa hard: "Sit down for me!"

Jiang Zhihong came down quickly, and he went down the stairs angrily.

All the way into the living room, he did not hide his anger at all: "What are you doing here? Did I invite you to our house? Get out of here!"

Yuan Wanping pulled him behind him and persuaded him, "Zhihong, don't do this, Xiao Feng is here to apologize. What are you angry with this junior?"

Like an angry lion, Jiang Zhihong pointed at Feng An's nose and said, "I don't need your apology! If you really feel sorry for me, then leave my son and go as far as you can, and don't bother him again!"

Feng An sat stiffly on the sofa, looking at Jiang Zhihong's ferocious face, his palms were covered with sweat, and he was so nervous that he couldn't speak.Jiang Yu'an frowned and stood up, pressed Jiang Zhihong's hand pointing at Feng An, and said, "Dad, please calm down first. I brought An An here today, because we two have something to explain to you... "

When Jiang Zhihong heard him call Feng Anan, his whole face turned black, as if he heard something filthy, he turned to Jiang Yu'an and cursed: "Needless to say! I don't want to hear you talk about those evil ways. I just ask You, are you going to separate from him or not?"

Without hesitation, Jiang Yu'an answered him in a calm voice: "I will not separate from him."

Jiang Zhihong stared at him, looking at that expression, as if he was giving Jiang Yu'an a last moment to think about it, and asked him to take back what he said just now.

But Jiang Yu'an didn't mean to regret it.

Jiang Zhihong nodded and said, "Okay, then you won't be my son from now on, you and him get out of here together!"

Jiang Weining looked at the two of them in horror, and said hesitantly, "Dad..."

Jiang Yu'an also opened his mouth: "Dad, don't mess around. I have your blood on my body, and I am your child. This is a fact, and it will not change anyway. Moreover, there is no legal support in China to remove the natural attributes of father and son. relationship. In my heart, you are always my father, please stop saying such words that hurt the relationship between father and son."

Yuan Wanping couldn't see it, so she tugged at Jiang Zhihong: "What are you talking about, are you so confused? Do you want An An to decide on your own? I am his mother, have you asked me?"

Jiang Zhihong's head grew big, he shook off Yuan Wanping's hand and said, "Don't make trouble!"

Jiang Yu'an turned to Feng An, and stretched out a hand to him: "An'an, come."

Feng An stood up and walked over to join him.

Jiang Yu'an shook Feng An's hand and said, "Dad, An'an and I are both adults and have the right to choose our own partner. Being with him doesn't affect my feelings for you. I don't know why you want to do this Oppose us. What I want to tell you is that he and I will not be separated and will live together in the future. If you can understand us, we are grateful, but if you continue to oppose us, we will not care."

Jiang Zhihong was panting with anger: "You, do you really want to be together?"

Feng An's hand was held by Jiang Yu'an, his heart was very stable, and he finally dared to speak to Jiang Zhihong: "Uncle, Mr. Jiang and I live together, take care of each other, and have a good life. You don't have to worry. I will be with him in the future." I will also honor you and your aunt together."

Jiang Zhihong gritted his teeth and stared at him, wanting to bite his neck off: "Shut up! It's not your turn to talk in this family!"

Jiang Yu'an looked at him: "Dad, this is my lover, I hope you can respect him."

Jiang Zhihong roared: "Then do you respect me? I am your father!!"

Jiang Yu'an said: "I have always respected you, that's why I brought him to see you and communicate with you, it's just that you don't want to listen to us."

Few people can be Jiang Yu'an's opponent in terms of speech, and Jiang Zhihong's father is no exception.The situation fell into a brief stalemate. Jiang Weining smoothed things over and said, "Then what, father, brother, can father and son still be enemies? Everyone has something to say, sit down first."

Feng An thought for a while and said, "Uncle, I can understand your feelings. Parents would be very nervous if anyone had a relationship with their son. But we have never communicated in this regard. You don't understand me. , naturally have a lot of doubts about me, I think we can..."

Jiang Zhihong interrupted him and said, "I don't need to communicate with you. Do you think I don't know you well enough? I know you very well, even better than yourself. How much assets do you have now, where have you worked and where have you studied? , who is in the family, what does the father do, and when the mother died, I know everything!"

Feng An looked at him, the color faded from his face: "What did you say? My mother is dead?"

Jiang Yu'an also changed his face: "Dad!"

Jiang Zhihong sneered: "Look, you don't know yourself well enough. Why should I rest assured that my son is with you?"

Jiang Yu'an said in a deep voice: "Dad, that's enough. It seems that today is not suitable for further discussion. Let's come back another day."

He took Feng An's hand to take him away: "An An, let's go home."

Feng An stood still.

Jiang Yu'an looked at him worriedly: "An'an?"

"I'm fine." Feng An said softly, and then he turned to Jiang Zhihong: "Uncle, can you tell me, when did my mother die? Where is she buried now?"

Jiang Zhihong said, "Your mother died three years ago. I don't know where she was buried."

Feng An asked, "What about my sister?"

Jiang Zhihong raised his eyebrows slightly: "Your mother took your younger sister to Fujian Development Gallery. She died. Where will your younger sister go? How do I know?"

Feng An nodded: "I see, thank you."

He fell silent after speaking, and everyone looked at him during this time.Jiang Yu'an was particularly anxious in his heart. He also knew about Feng An's mother when he was investigating, but he didn't tell Feng An. One is that people cannot be resurrected after death, so telling Feng An this news is of no practical use, it will only bring emotional distress to the other party. The second is that Feng An's younger sister is indeed not Feng Jiaguang's, but the product of Feng's mother's derailment in marriage, and Feng An does not need to bear any responsibility for her.So no matter what angle you look at, there is no need to tell Feng An about this matter.

But I didn't expect Jiang Zhihong to tell Feng An all about it at this time today.

Feng An finally opened his mouth. He said, "Uncle, my mother is my mother, and I am me. I think these are two different things. Mr. Jiang must not mind. Do you mind this matter?"

Jiang Yu'an was taken aback for a moment, and then said immediately: "Yes, I don't mind. Dad, is that why you object to us? Because Feng An's deceased mother didn't have a decent job before her death?"

This kind of reason is of course very boring, and anyone with normal values ​​​​will sneer at it.

So Jiang Zhihong was sent to the army again by his son, and he couldn't say anything.