The little guy stood aside and witnessed his father being forced, with a look of fear in his eyes and clenched fists.

This bad sorghum!

"You, you are not allowed to bully my daddy!" Ruan Ruan rushed up to push Qi Xiao, Qi Xiao hadn't moved yet, Ruan Ruan's whole cub bumped into Qi Xiao's leg and was ejected.

"Huh...?" The soft little bun sat down on the ground in a daze, "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

Qi Xiao looked down, and his grip on Wen Shichu loosened.

The diners in the hot pot restaurant heard the movement outside and cast curious and examining eyes here and there from time to time, but no one wanted to come out to help.

"Get out of the way... Ruan Ruan, Ruan Ruan, don't cry, Dad is coming." Wen Shichu squatted down, leaned to the side, got out of Qi Xiao's arms, and hugged the twitching cry bastard.

"Hey, just now Shushu was just joking with Dad, it's okay, my family is the most well-behaved." Wen Shichu wiped the tears from the corners of the little guy's eyes, and kissed again and again.

"Liar, he's good or bad." Ruan Ruan pointed at Qi Xiao's face, snot dripping from his little nose.

"Really, do you think Dad didn't scold him for anything?"

"Really...Really?" Ruan Ruan's milky voice looked to the left and then to the left, the thick eyelashes stained with tears gleamed.

Wen Shichu stood up and looked at Qi Xiao silently.

The young man stood in the store in the light and shadow projected outside the store, protecting the little guy who was still sobbing with his thin body, and the back of the hand holding the little guy bumped into it at some point, and it was the size of a fist. of cyanosis.

"Hmm." It was the man's thick and low magnetic voice.

After a long time, the glass door of the hot pot restaurant was pushed open by Qi Xiao's big hand with strong knuckles.

Wen Shichu froze for a moment, then looked at the cub in his arms who had finished crying.smiled and said:

"Stop crying? Then let's go eat hot pot."

"Welcome, there are... two people plus one child, right? Please go this way." The waiter warmly stepped forward to receive them.

Elegant style hot pot restaurant, the walls are the replica wallpaper of the Qingming River Picture, each table is separated by a screen, three or two tables of guests chat in low voice, and the pipa solo like a small bridge and flowing water echoes in the ears happy.

"President Qi, would you like something to eat?" Wen Shichu ordered the food and handed the menu to Qi Xiao, but the man put on a world-weary face from the beginning to the end, neither taking the menu nor rejecting it.

Wen Shichu's hand was hanging in the air, and finally he had to hand it to the waiter: "That's all, please."

The hot pot is cooked quickly, and the ingredients are buried in the soup, giving off an attractive aroma.

"Oh, daddy, I don't want to eat with the bad corn, I want to eat with that beautiful corn..."

Tong Yan Wuji, the little guy still doesn't know what not to say on what occasion, muttering, very unhappy.

"Cough... Be good, the beautiful Shushu's mother is sick, and he has to go back to take care of her." Wen Shichu comforted Ruanruan in a low voice, and then subconsciously looked at Qi Xiao who was across the table.

Sure enough, the man's face turned even worse, as black as ink.

"What? Is the old man in the way of your eyes?" Qi Xiao stared at Wen Shichu with bruised veins.

Well, I despise him as an old man, but call that senior just now a 'beautiful sorghum', which is more beautiful than his [-]th generation ancestors.

"No, no, Mr. Qi, you can eat." Wen Shichu felt the low air pressure emanating from the man's body, his skin was so cold that goosebumps appeared on his skin, he scooped up a shrimp slip and put it in Qi Xiao's bowl.

"Wen Shichu, you don't even know what I hate to eat?" Qi Xiao sneered, and moved the bowl aside, and the shrimp slipped onto the table.

"Didn't you really like shrimp?"

"But I suddenly don't like to eat this second." Qi Xiao's eyes were cold, and his eyes fell on the waist of the young man who was blocked by the table.

"Okay, dare to use my tie as a belt!" When people are angry, they will magnify all the small points infinitely. The more Qi Xiao thinks about it, the angrier he becomes, and he has already imagined how Dai will punish this "thief" who stole his limited edition bow tie up.

Use his 99999 bow tie as a belt?Alright, I'll use it tonight and stuff it into your Wen Shichu's mouth.

"Sorry, I'll wash it up and return it to you tomorrow." Wen Shichu lost track of Qi Xiao's thoughts.

Didn't you talk about shrimp slippery just a second ago, why did you pull the waistband again?

Qi Xiao snorted coldly and said nothing.

This hot pot meal is very depressing.

Wen Shichu was serving Ruan Ruan food from beginning to end, while Qi Xiao sat motionless opposite him, his face so dark that it glowed, just staring at the interaction between father and son.

Back at the villa, just as Wen Shichu put Ruan Ruan to sleep, he was dragged into the bedroom.

"Hot pot, I also ate with you, I am angry, I have endured it until now, what should I do, understand?"

Qi Xiao was sitting in a wheelchair, his hands were folded noblely, his handsome face was condensed with a thin layer of ice, revealing a chilling evil spirit.

"Clear...white." Wen Shichu leaned against the door panel with his thin and thin back, stretched his hand behind, touched the doorknob, and locked it.

"Then don't stand still, you have played all 4P, you should be very experienced and know what to do next."

Wen Shichu bit his lip, tasted the sweet rusty smell on the tip of his tongue, knelt down, unbuttoned the man's shirt, unzipped the man's zipper, and finally took off everything docilely and silently.

Shame, cheapness, description, everything seemed to come to mind at this moment, the young man smiled and tried not to care about it.

The water temperature of the disheveled hair is just right, Wen Shichu silently washed Qi Xiao clean.

When squatting down to wipe Qi Xiao's legs, the distance was too close, and Wen Shichu could see the hideous scars on the legs more clearly.

There are a few scars among them, which can penetrate deep into the bone marrow at first glance, and the wounds are very deep.

"How did you get these scars?" The young man seemed to ask casually, his fingertips hovered 1 centimeter away from these scars, rubbing them back and forth.

"Are you very interested?" Qi Xiao suddenly opened his eyes, water stains flowed down the man's chin to his plump chest muscles, and finally fell without a trace.

The man narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the handmade soap in Wen Shichu's hand, and suddenly snatched it away.

"Don't ask if you shouldn't ask, get up!" Qi Xiao suddenly reached out, grabbed Wen Shichu's waist with domineering strength, and directly pulled him between his legs.

"Open." Wen Shichu didn't understand what Qi Xiao wanted to do, his calf trembled, and he slowly opened it.

"Your senior has been with you many times today, right? I miss you so much." Qi Xiao pinched Wen Shichu's waist and abdomen tightly, and his chest was pressed against Wen Shichu's back.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Senior and I are just ordinary friends, I have no relationship with him..."

"Oh, you'd better tell the truth, but just in case, you still have to disinfect."

With an evil smile on the corner of the man's mouth, he broke the flat handmade soap in half and picked out a smaller piece.

A place of soft stillness, full of soap bubbles...

[Cooperate with the anti-pornography, please imagine the following plots yourself, be self-sufficient, and strive to feed beautiful, beautiful, cute and moving little readers]

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Can't wait or the old article of the author: "Addiction"

Copywriter:

"Addiction"

It was clearly agreed that you would contribute the money and I would contribute, and everyone would break up after graduation, but who is this slutty person who is sticking on Tong Li's body like a dog's skin plaster? !

"Lu Yanxuan, you bastard!"

"I'm a bastard? Then you are the bastard's wife, and the baby in your belly is the little bastard."

Rumor has it that Lu Yanxuan, the only son of the Lu Group, is abstinent and indifferent. Tong Li will tell you from his own experience that this is all fake!Fake! ! !

Black-bellied, domineering, arrogant, sweet, sweet, innocent, innocent, loveless, cute, and genius

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