I'm sorry, I don't need a son

The man who has always treated people coldly and arrogantly is so seductive when he is emotional, especially the action of biting his lower lip lightly, which made Meng Churan's body a little hotter.

Of course, this scene is what he has dreamed of for a long time. He never thought that the uncle would take the initiative. According to his personality, he would not have such a seductive behavior. It may be alcohol, it may be the burst of real pain in his heart, or it may be I really like it to the extreme, I have to, in short, this is the first time he sees Zhong Chenxi like this, and he won't miss it.

Meng Churan didn't think much about the sound of "Ran Ran" and the beautiful moving picture rendered by the lights, but started the first time in his life.

......

A splitting headache was Zhong Chenxi's first feeling after opening his eyes, and he tried to move his body several times but failed.

What's the matter, why does the lower body hurt so much?

Looking around, he found a familiar environment, lifted the quilt and looked again, his naked body was covered with bruises, and the two red beans seemed to be much bigger than before.

His mind is blank, he has no memory at all, he only knows that he drank alcohol yesterday, but how he got into bed, how his clothes were taken off, and what happened to the injuries on his body, all these made him dumbfounded. Shock can't describe his feelings.

Especially in that place, even a slight movement will cause a piercing pain.

Zhong Chenxi, you were raped at home, right?

"Uncle, you woke up, do you feel better?" Meng Churan threw on the towel and walked in.

Zhong Chenxi's eyes were as big as light bulbs, and he didn't utter a word for a long time.

Meng Churan smiled, and stepped forward to wipe his face, "Uncle, you are so cute, you look shy and want to take a bite."

Zhong Chenxi's brain circulation has been turned to 720, but he still hasn't found any images that intersect with this person.

"You, why are you here?" Pushing away Meng Churan's hand, he finally asked.

"Did you forget? I put you on the bed last night. I didn't expect you to be quite heavy. You looked very thin. You almost slipped my waist. Uncle, how do you want to compensate me?" Meng Churan pouted for benefits.

Zhong Chenxi still didn't turn around, "You? Why are you?"

"Why not me? If you don't believe me, ask Lele. He can testify for me."

"Then you can't take off my... clothes," his face flushed with embarrassment immediately, and his eyelids drooped.

Meng Churan sniggered even more triumphantly, "You vomited in a mess, all over your clothes. Did you just sleep like that? You're all men, what are you afraid of?"

"Then you can't either..."

Zhong Chenxi wanted to say, then you can't take advantage of others' danger, because you don't have any memory of what happened, so you didn't say anything.

Meng Churan knew what he was referring to, and didn't say anything about taking care of his face. Instead, he continued to wipe his hands, arms, and when he wiped his body, he blushed unconsciously when he saw the lumpy scars. When I think of it, I can't stop the impulse.

"You go out, I have to get dressed."

Here, classmate Meng Churan is still immersed in the swamp of love bath, while the uncle over there has changed back to his original face like magic, as cold as usual.

"Let me put it on for you. I gave you medicine. If you move now, it may hurt."

"No, go out." Meng Churan withdrew his hand with his stone-like eyes, and the corners of his raised mouth gradually receded. He got up and walked towards the living room.

I have to recall the scene of the two lingering once again, his name was uttered from the ruddy lips, and every call fell firmly to the tip of my heart, like mints in cola, and it burst instantly. Since □□, then possession is inevitable, isn’t it also enjoyed, why is it like this now.

Regret?

Don't want to admit it?

Or...it's all drunk-sex.

It took only a few seconds before and after from shyness to coldness, but the answer Meng Churan wanted most was that he was pretending to be deaf and dumb, restraining himself, not the definition of drunken disorder, casual sex And for.

Yeah, who would want to admit that they are the one being pressed.

They are all men, so I can understand. Thinking of this, he smiled and went to the kitchen again.

It has been 20 minutes since Zhong Chenxi came out of the bedroom. He supported his waist with one hand and the door frame with the other.

Meng Churan was not in the mood to be teased, nor did he have the intention of laughing, but really felt a little distressed.

He admits that the work is a bit heavy, the frequency is fast, the action is fierce, the rhythm is deep, and he can't control it. For the first time in his life, he is addicted like poppies. After tasting it, he doesn't want to let it go. I asked for it again and again.

In the end, the man clung to him and trembled from time to time, so he embraced him and fell asleep in distress.

Indeed, to attack a thin man with his physical condition, the latter is obviously the loser, and what's more, it's that place that was devastated.

Meng Churan stepped forward to help him, but was pushed away by him. I don't know whether the anger was written on his face or in his heart. He just didn't want to show his shameful side to this person again. No matter what happened between them, his reason reminded him that he couldn't , and don't.

The stubborn Zhong Chenxi didn't make Meng Churan feel strange, and he also got to know this person a little bit after getting along these days, whether at home or outside, face and dignity are particularly important.

Maybe this is the generation gap between them.

Meng Churan did whatever he wanted, and he didn't want to leave any regrets.

And Zhong Chenxi is a forward-thinking type, and he still hasn't figured out how he feels about Meng Churan.

I don’t see him, I miss him, it’s him in the dream, it seems that only by calling his name and imagining his body can he be released freely, just like what I defined for myself later——slutty.

The breeding of this kind of emotion is simply a blockbuster during his conservative more than 30 years. How can he accept it, not to mention the society does not allow it, even his relatives and friends will cast aside him as an abnormal man, and in the end he will be ruined, and he may even be happy. Le will look down on him, saying that his father is a pervert.

Thinking of this, he was unwilling to accept that fact, let alone develop a relationship similar to love. If the madness last night represented anything, he could only say that he had sex after drinking and behaved unconsciously, and he couldn't bear any responsibility.

Rationally told myself that he is a normal man, a man who likes women, not a man who loves sex.

So this morning, he avoided Meng Churan's concern and overtures to him like the plague. He didn't watch, listen, or contact him. The word "cold" was still the same. '

After everything was packed, Zhong Chenxi didn't tell him about Lele's vacation, so he planned to go home wisely.

Just when Meng Churan was about to change his shoes and leave, Zhong Chenxi came out of the bedroom and stopped him.

"I'm off today. I can take Lele with me. Come back tomorrow morning. It's still the old time."

Meng Churan was pleasantly surprised, "What does uncle mean, I can continue to be Lele's tutor again?"

"From eight in the morning to six in the morning, you can commute. I will report you 500 commuting expenses every month. That's all. If you ask me to report the gas money, I can't report it."

"No, no, no, I don't need to be reimbursed, I can bear it myself, thank you uncle for giving me the opportunity to get a job again," happily wanting to go up to hug him, rub his waist for him, or hug him like that in his arms, but Before his smile fell, Zhong Chenxi had already returned to the house.

On the other hand, Lele stretched out the word "V" to him excitedly, covering her mouth for fun.

Meng Churan waved to the little guy, signaling him to come over.

"Lele, brother go home first, come back tomorrow morning, can you promise brother something today?"

"What's the matter, brother." Meng Churan played with his hair after being held up high.

"Dad is not feeling well. You may not be able to make lunch and dinner. I ordered delivery for you. You can open the door to pick it up. In addition, I have washed the fruit. Remember to eat with Dad and ask him to add Some nutrition, and at night, I put two boxes of milk on the bottom shelf of the refrigerator, one for you and one for dad, don’t forget to get it for him, remember all these?”

"Remember, brother will come early tomorrow, otherwise I'm boring alone."

"Okay, brother promises you, will I bring you Yu Shi's soy milk tomorrow morning?"

"Okay, his home is the best."

"Well, you can play at home by yourself today, brother is gone."

"Well, goodbye, brother."

"Goodbye, try not to disturb Dad, let him rest more."

"Ah."

Meng Churan kissed the child on the small face, put him down, opened the door and left.

Zhong Chenxi heard a series of exhortations just now, he was right by the door, without missing a single word, pain and pleasure surged at the same time, which one was more attractive and which one was more realistic.

It seemed that many firsts in life were with this man.

This is the first time I miss a person so much; the first time I shed tears because of missing; the first time I feel heartache for a man; To breathe, and to smell him; to think for the first time - to have him...

There were too many firsts, but he didn't know that his own experience was also Meng Churan's experience. In comparison, apart from the difference in mind, nothing was less than Zhong Chenxi's, but one was bright, and the other was hidden in the bright.

Meng Churan was shocked when he opened the door. Meng Chuling buried his head between his legs and sat curled up in the doorway. Seeing him come back, he wanted to stand up happily, but fell to the side because the position took too long.

"Why are you here? Didn't you tell you to go home?" Meng Churan stepped forward and tugged at him, bending his legs and forcing him to stand up but couldn't take a step.

"Brother, why did you come back, where did you go?" Meng Chuling was a little aggrieved, with a nasal voice.

It took three trips to get home, a space room, and an empty stomach. I wanted to spend this week with my brother, but I left him behind because of an inexplicable phone call. He was sitting there from the moment he entered the door. He thought, so my brother As soon as he went upstairs, he could hear footsteps first, and he could open the door for him, but after waiting all night and sitting all night, there was nothing.

Meng Churan ignored him, picked him up and walked to the living room.

This is the embrace that Meng Chuling imagined for countless nights. He wants to touch his chest muscles, wants to get close to his skin at zero distance, and wants to be hugged by his brother forever. He is not a brother, but a lover. At the age of 17, this idea is in his heart. Hidden in my heart for ten years.

And it became stronger every year. Even if that person was fierce to him, yelled at him, sneered at him, and served him with fists, he still couldn't change his yearning and love for his brother.

"Brother, where have you been?" Meng Chuling asked again, even if he was scolded, he still had to know who was so magical that a phone call could make him run away in a hurry.

Meng Churan was receiving water from the water dispenser, glanced at the empty kitchen and didn't answer directly, "You didn't have breakfast?"

"No."

"You rest on the sofa for a while, it will be fine if your legs are bleeding, and then I will take you home and have something to eat downstairs by the way."

"I do not."

Meng Churan almost [choked] with a sip of water (*⊙~⊙).

In the past, what this younger brother said to him was an imperial decree, how could he dare to say a word of no, but now it is not the case, he always asks why, or refute, whether this is coming or not, he is still staring at home, what is he thinking.

"What's good about me here? I have no food and no one to serve you. Why do you waste me? Don't talk nonsense, I won't let you here."

"Here you are."

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In fact, the uncle is crazy enough, this chapter is an abridged version.