Difficult to quit

When Li Ze's ashtray was thrown at him, Li Qingyang was stunned for a moment.

His mother hurt her body when she gave birth to him, and everyone inside and outside the Li family knew that as long as Li Ze didn't get dizzy and wanted to divorce and marry Yang Ping, he would be the only family-born son of this generation. Although Li Ze was strict with him since he was a child, he never No hand hit him.

It was too late when he wanted to hide again. Although he learned Taekwondo from a young age, what he learned from his teacher was far less agile than Li Qinghai's agility from fighting. It flowed down, dyeing the world in front of my left eye red.

"Nie Zi!" Li Ze was really furious this time, and he was several times more angry than knowing that Li Qinghai had found a small artist, "You have learned how to deal with men after studying in England for a few years? Are you mad at me!"

"Father was joking." Li Qingyang said flatly, "There are many ways to get angry with father, there is no need to make fun of your own feelings."

"Is this called affection? Bullshit affection! Having sex with a man is called affection?!" Li Ze was furious, "You are the successor of the Li family. Repay me?!"

"Li Qinghai and Li Qingxiang were both raised outside since they were young. You are different. Since you were young, everything you have is the best. There are not many children in City B who can compare to you. How did you learn to be like this? ?” Li Ze was heartbroken.

Li Qingyang was silent, and finally he couldn't help but twitched the corner of his mouth and smiled.

Yes, everything he has since he was a child is the best. He still remembers the first time when Li Qinghai came to Li’s house, he sat in his Ferrari with amazed and envious eyes. There are already four of these cars in the house—Li Ze will give him one every year on his birthday after he grows up.

But there is one thing that he will never compare to Li Qinghai.

A person like him grew up in a wealthy family and was well-clothed and well-fed since he was a child, but since he was sensible, he knew that he was just the result of an exchange of interests. The Li family needed a son, and the Chen family needed a strong ally, so he was there.

After that, the parents played their own way, and he lived in a boarding school for nobles in high school. He went home once a month and was picked up by a driver. Except for his homework, the two of them didn't care about his life.

"Father's so-called teaching refers to finding a woman of the right family to marry, and then having two illegitimate children outside, so that your biological son will not see you once a month." Li Qingyang said, "I don't want my son to live like this in the future. This kind of life can be saved now."

"You bastard!" Li Ze didn't expect him to use this as an excuse. In extreme anger, he slapped the table hard, pointed at him and shouted angrily, "Kneel down!"

Li Qingyang paused for a second, then knelt down, the shattered ashtray was next to his feet, and a piece of glass pierced into his knee, which was painful.

Li Ze walked around the study like a beast, and finally picked up the solid wooden cane standing by the door, and hit Li Qingyang hard on the back!

Li Qingyang took a deep breath, his body fell forward involuntarily, and he forced himself to kneel up again, gritting his teeth and holding back his silence.

Li Ze became even angrier when he saw this, and he struck harder and harder, landing on Li Qingyang's back and buttocks.

Li Qingyang knelt straight, gritted his teeth and said nothing.

The more silent he was, the more Li Ze felt that this was a silent provocation, that he had no more subordinates, and the father and son were like a game, waiting for the other party to admit defeat first.

The door of the study room was not closed tightly, and the muffled sound of the cane hitting the flesh was heard. A circle of servants surrounded the door, but no one dared to come in to dissuade him.

The lady in the old house went to the beach for vacation, no one could persuade Li Ze, so she could only stand at the door and worry. In the end, the old housekeeper felt sorry for the young master who had been raised since childhood, and went to the doctor in a hurry to call Yang Ping.

Yang Ping arrived in less than half an hour. Before the car stopped, she jumped out of the car and trotted over in high heels.

All the servants seemed to see a savior, and the old butler almost burst into tears. He was so excited that he couldn't speak well when he went up to him, "Yang, Miss Yang, the young master..."

Yang Pingxin said that the housekeeper of a wealthy family can only speak, and that at her age, she is an "auntie" wherever she goes, and she can still be called "Miss" today.

But I didn't care about it at the time, so I asked first: "Where is the person?"

The butler quickly pointed the way, "In the study."

Yang Ping carried her high-heeled shoes in her hand and walked up to the third floor barefoot. The housekeeper was about to knock on the door, but Miss Yang kicked the door open.

Going in and seeing that it was okay, Li Qingyang knelt on the ground with a pale face, the white shirt on his back was soaked with blood and sweat, Li Ze broke the solid wooden walking stick, and was running around the room looking for other people. s things.

"What are you doing!" Yang Ping had been pampered and pampered for 20 years, but she had never seen such a scene before, she let go of her hands in fright, and the high-heeled shoes in her hand hit the old housekeeper's foot with a "bang".

Li Ze was originally furious because someone dared to kick the door. When he saw Yang Ping coming in, his anger was half-extinguished, and he turned his head and said angrily, "What are you doing here?"

"You think I'm willing to come. If I don't come, the child will be beaten to death by you!" Yang Ping yelled at him, boldly went to stand between the two, and saw that Li Qingyang was covered in blood from his shoulders to his hips. Immediately, I became anxious, "What are you doing, what can't you say properly, the son was not born by you, you don't feel bad, do you?"

Li Ze was taken aback by her yelling, thinking that this son was not born to you, he stepped forward and reprimanded him in a low voice: "I'll teach him, don't worry about it!"

"I don't care, why can't you care, you beat my son and you still want to beat others, don't you?" Yang Ping's thin body stood in front of him, but she refused to give up a step, "If you have something to say, it breaks people what to do?"

Li Ze couldn't help but pressed the center of his eyebrows. He didn't know if this woman was really stupid or fake. If it was Li Qingxiang's mother, he would be happy if Li Qingyang and Li Qinghai were all crippled. He had to protect Li Qingyang.

"What are you doing here?" Li Ze asked dryly, and when he looked down and saw that she was still barefoot, he couldn't help scolding, "No shoes, what does it look like!"

"Of course there is something, come here and I'll tell you slowly." Yang Ping immediately turned a smile on her face, stepped forward to grab him and dragged him out of the head, "Let's go, go out and talk."

Li Ze was angry just now, and he didn't really want to break Li Qingyang. At this moment, he also felt that he had hit hard just now, so he stopped using Yang Ping's strength, and asked her to drag him away with a cold face. The door stopped for a while and told her to put on her shoes first.

When Yang Ping lowered her head to put on her shoes, she gave the housekeeper a sneaky wink, and coaxed Li Ze away.

Li Qingyang let go of all the strength he had been holding on all this time, and suddenly he fell limp, his whole back ached, and his whole body was drenched in cold sweat.

The old housekeeper hurried to help him, and asked someone to call the family doctor.

Li Qingyang waved his hand and asked the driver to drive over. He didn't want to stay in this house.

The crowd turned their backs and sent him back to his apartment. The family doctor came and gave him medicine. When he was lying on the bed and sending messages, Song Xueqian rushed back.

Graduated from the University College London School of Law with a master's degree, and helped Li Qingyang's company handle legal disputes. The hot young talent has now joined the best law firm in City B.

He didn't tell him about Li Qingyang's beating. He still answered Yang Ping's call and asked for leave from the company to run back.

As soon as he entered the door, he didn't even have time to change his shoes, so he came over and lifted the quilt to take a look at Li Qingyang's back. Medicine had been applied to the bleeding parts, but the swollen ribs could still be seen on the edges.

Song Xueqian saw that it was all skin trauma, and it was handled well, so he was relieved, and sat down beside Li Qingyang, panting fiercely.

Li Qingyang glanced at him, a little surprised, "You are well informed."

"Aunt Yang called me." Song Xueqian replied, still panting: one of the two elevators in the apartment was under maintenance, and the other was filled with furniture by a family moving, and he waited impatiently for them to be emptied one by one , I ran up to the 12th floor just now.

Seeing that the person is fine now, he felt relieved, reached out his hand to wipe off the sweat, and pressed a hand on Li Qingyang's back shoulder, "The old man is ruthless enough, what's the matter, I plan to abolish you and change to Li Qingyang." Is my brother the crown prince?"

Li Qingyang hissed, and his handsome brows frowned, "Your brother is more thorough than me. Don't worry, I won't be able to turn him around if he is really crippled. At that time, my father can only help Li Qingxiang to the stage."

Song Xueqian shook his head solemnly, "If you really want to help that person to the wall, the old man may lose ten years of his life. It's not worth it, it's not worth it."

Li Qingxiang couldn't support the wall, so what was Li Qingyang?Where's Li Qinghai and Li Ze?

Lawyer Song's mouth can hurt anyone very far. Li Qingyang laughed angrily at him, stretched out his leg and kicked him lightly, "Go get me a glass of water and change my shoes."

"This is a cleanliness prince." Song Xueqian grunted, got up and went out to change his shoes, and handed Li Qingyang a glass of warm water.

Li Qingyang frowned and raised his upper body to drink water, while Song Xueqian stepped in and watched him.

"Does it look good?" Li Qingyang glanced at him, "It's fresh to see me being beaten, and you can't hold back the corners of your mouth?"

"Fresh is really fresh," Song Xueqian took the water glass from him and put it on the cabinet, "You never even have a wrinkle on your clothes, that's the only way your old man can clean you up like this."

"The next time you call old man in front of him, you can get this treatment." Li Qingyang said lightly.

"I dare not, I still cherish my life." Song Xueqian shook his head.

The last time Zhuang Yi called "Uncle", he was scolded and returned. If he dared to call the old man directly, Li Ze might throw another ashtray over.

Thinking of this, he stepped forward and pinched Li Qingyang's chin, and leaned over to have a look. The corner of his left eyebrow was covered with gauze. He gently lifted it up and looked at it. Seeing several stitches with black thread, he couldn't help hissing. , "This blow is ruthless enough, you don't know how to hide."

"I hid, I didn't hide." Li Qingyang lifted his neck so badly that he grabbed his hand and took a bite.

"It's going to be a terrible thing to hit the eyes." Song Xueqian realized how much Li Ze lost his temper today, "Fortunately, Aunt Yang passed."

He gently pushed Li Qingyang, "The old man is still angry because of Qinghai and Zhuang Yi's affairs, why are you picking on him at this time?"

"I didn't disclose this matter, but since my father already knew about it, then I have no reason to deny it." Li Qingyang paused, "Father knows what to do, he won't really hurt me, don't worry."

Even if Li Ze was furious, he wouldn't really beat him up, because he was the only legitimate son of the Li family, and he was also the only child of the Chen family. He knew this, and Li Ze knew it better.

Yang Ping ran into the study with high heels and bare feet. Song Xueqian put down his work and rushed back as soon as he received the call. His mother, who was on vacation abroad, didn't even make a call until now, because in her heart, this matter was nothing more than Li Qingyang's youthful and rebellious performance, Li Ze can make him understand, and finally walk on the "right path".

Li Qingyang's brows and eyes were cold, and his smile was dull.

In the next second, his face was held up by someone, and his soft lips carefully nodded beside the gauze on his left eyebrow, and then turned to his eyes.

Li Qingyang froze for a moment, the coldness in his eyes slowly dissipated, and he closed his eyes under the warm touch.

"It's his business, you can't take it hard," Song Xueqian kissed him on the eyelid, "What if you really hurt your eyes? Don't do that next time."

"Your young master has been pampered since he was a child. You don't know that eyes are very fragile. When we were young, we had a fight once, and a small stone splashed Junjie's eyes. He went to the emergency room for a long time at night. risk of blindness."

Li Qingyang couldn't help wanting to laugh. He started going to a boarding school for nobles in junior high school. His parents played their own way. Li Ze's secretary always took care of his affairs. He was injured in a fight and he couldn't see them until he recovered.

Some people even think that he is the young master who grew up pampered and pampered since childhood.

But in the end he just said "um", smiled and said "got it".

This position was really uncomfortable, and after kissing for a while, his neck and back were sore, Li Qingyang let go of Song Xueqian, lay back on the pillow to catch his breath, and couldn't help moving again.

Song Xueqian went to lift the quilt on his back, "Did you pull the wound?"

"No, it's okay..." Li Qingyang moved again, and said in a low voice, "It's over."

Song Xueqian was stunned for a second before he realized what was pressed, "You are already like this, and you still..."

Li Qingyang frowned: "It hit the back, not the front."

"Isn't it hurt? You've been hurt for a hundred days. You should also rest." Song Xueqian raised his hand to cover him with the quilt, then stopped suddenly, with a smirk, "If you really can't bear it Hold on, it's okay for the young master to serve you for a while, your current posture is just right."

Li Qingyang raised his eyebrows, "You want to come?"

"Why can't I come? If I come, you will be crying and begging me." Song Xueqian kept on doing nothing, reaching into the quilt and pinching Li Qingyang's buttocks.

Li Qingyang replied "yes" with a fake smile, his eyes had completely turned cold.

Some people really don't know their weight when they are proud.

Wanting him to cry and beg him is really quite courageous.

Song Xueqian didn't go back to the company, he took care of the urgent work online, and sat next to Li Qingyang with a pad to watch the game at night.

"Who is the King of Songs" Autumn Finals, the championship battle between Zhuang Yi and two other popular song kings.

Previously due to injury, Zhuang Yi withdrew from the spring competition, and signed up again for the autumn competition. When he appeared, he was crushed by strength. He scored high scores in almost every game, and reached the stage of the finals all the way.

Zhuang Yi was the first to appear on the stage, wearing a well-tailored dark blue suit. The young man with picturesque features stood in the center of the stage, as if all the lights were concentrated on him alone.

A grand piano was placed obliquely behind the stage. A well-proportioned and slender man sat in front of the piano and played the first jumping note.

The lighting on the stage was cleverly played, and the piano was covered under the light curtain, but the man's face was hidden in the darkness, only his slender fingers could be seen flexibly dancing on the black and white keys, and there was a dark green watch on his wrist. .

The audience was ebullient, the audience's cheers almost turned the stage over, CP fans swiped the screen like crazy, Song Xueqian had to block the barrage.

Zhuang Yi's eyes fell on the man playing the piano, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and then he turned his head and concentrated on singing with the microphone in his hand.

Song Xueqian couldn't help but "tsk", "These two people are too arrogant, showing their affection so blatantly, the old man may have a heart attack if he sees it."

"I don't know how my father's heart is. The housekeeper's new ashtray probably won't be able to keep it." Li Qingyang watched the game with him with a soft pillow under his body.

After listening to the singing of the three contestants, Song Xueqian said again: "Even a layman like me can see that Zhuang Yi's strength is far ahead of the two of them. Little Zhuang Yi is sure to be the champion."

"Not necessarily," Li Qingyang analyzed objectively, "It also depends on comprehensive factors such as popularity and singer's personal influence."

Song Xueqian poked Li Qingyang, "Do you want to make a bet?"

Li Qingyang: "What are you betting on?"

"I bet Xiao Zhuang Yi is the champion, the loser." Song Xueqian narrowed his eyes maliciously, "Next time lie down."

"Okay." Li Qinghai smiled, with a relaxed attitude, "Anyway, I'm idle, playing with you."

He took the phone, "Do you want to watch the live broadcast, or do you want to know the result now?"

Wanhe is the biggest sponsor of this season's competition, and he can check the votes and approval ratings of the three backstage with just one phone call.

"Don't check, wait for the result of the game." Song Xueqian pressed his hand, thought for a while and warned him uneasy, "You can't operate in secret."

"Don't worry." Li Qingyang still smiled, "It's just the children's competition, I won't interfere."

The two watched until nine o'clock, when the final voting results were announced, and Zhuang Yi lived up to expectations and won the championship.

Song Xueqian was so happy that his mouth was twisted. Zhuang Yi won the championship on the one hand, and the key bet was that he won Li Qingyang, which was so exciting.

"Brother Song is not that kind of heartless person, it will be better when you get hurt." He patted Li Qingyang and said thoughtfully, "Don't worry, I will be very gentle."

"Okay, be gentle." Li Qingyang followed suit.

When Li Qingyang recovered from his injury, Song Xueqian deliberately picked a day to wash both of them clean, and then he cried "gently" himself, lying on his stomach.

Oh shit.