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At this moment, Ji Shen and his father have fallen into a long-term stalemate.

The study room was eerily quiet, Ji Longcheng leaned on a crutch, his chest heaving up and down.

His weak body has not fully recovered from the car accident, and the roar on the phone just now consumed half of his energy, making the general look even older, and the tangled texture between his brows was deeply carved into his skin due to anger.

"Kneel down."

After a long time, with a sullen face, he uttered two words at his son who was standing in front of him.

Ji Shen didn't follow suit, and said indifferently, "I didn't do anything wrong, why should I kneel?"

A stack of papers was slapped on his chest, and then fell to his feet one after another. The content of each sheet was that he was intimate and ambiguous with his little nanny, and Ji Longcheng's roar sounded in his ears: "Who will allow you to be indiscriminate with a man?" The man who got involved?!"

Ji Shen glanced over and felt that some of the photos were not bad, so he picked them up, folded them carefully, and stuffed them into his pocket, "Whoever I like, do I need to get your permission first?"

Ji Longcheng stared at his unrepentant action, and was even more angry, "Of course! Your healthy and strong body, the money you can't spend, everything you have is given by me, obeying my orders is only right and proper!"

Ji Shen stared at him. His father raised his chin slightly, like a high-ranking officer. Even after ten or twenty years, his son was taller and stronger than him, but in his opinion, his The son is still a soldier who must obey as long as he gives an order, and still does not have the right to equal dialogue.

Not much more to say.

Ji Shen turned around and wanted to leave, but was nailed to the spot by the next sentence of the other party, "If you dare to get entangled with that boy again, I will do it myself, so that you will never see him again."

After a moment of silence, Ji Shen turned his head and said, "I will not let anyone take him away from me, including you."

"Ji Shen, are you going to rebel?"

Leaning on their sticks firmly, a row of orderlies pushed open the unlocked door and saluted neatly.This group of soldiers was transferred from the guard battalion, all of them were well-trained and well-trained.

"Major General Ji."

"Take him to the third provincial office."

Ji Shen was no longer the child who was at his mercy, so he felt angry, his clenched knuckles made a crackling sound, and he turned to familiar faces and whispered, "I'm sorry."

After a long time, Ji Shen finally stepped past the orderly soldiers moaning in pain, and left the courtyard regardless of the cold gaze behind him.

The night was as cold as water, the left waist of his black coat was soaked, and the back of his hand was full of blood, and he could hardly stand still.

It was the first time in his life that he disobeyed Ji Longcheng's order, Ji Shen sighed softly, and took out the photos in his pocket.

In the photo, he was kissing Song Nai's forehead, those dimples were terribly cute, and the temperature of his fingertips was slowly warming up.

"If you are with a man, you will make me the laughing stock of everyone."

Ji Longcheng's last words still echoed in his mind.

For this major general whose family has been in the army for generations, nothing seems to be as important as the illusory Wei Guangzheng. He watched his son who had been under control suddenly go astray, and half of his foot stepped on the wrong path he once strayed into. , and he was still unrepentant, which made him lose his face and lose his temper.

The night wind blew the photo in his hand, and there was a rattling sound, making the sound of the windmill that An Rong was holding in his memory.

"So... are you going to kill An Rong?" Ji Shen murmured softly, and the slightly hoarse ending was blown away by the night wind.

Could it be that the way to eliminate a mistake is to obliterate it, once and for all?But for so many years, haven't you been living with memories and pains to torture yourself?

A sneer flashed in his eyes, he didn't want to accuse Ji Longcheng of making mistakes again and again, for so many years, he was sufficiently disappointed and numb to this father, he believed that this increasingly crazy man would eventually realize one day that what he had committed what crime.

The hour hand on the dial had already pointed to two o'clock in the morning, maybe the little rabbit at home was still waiting for him foolishly.

After rushing home, Ji Shen opened the door, and smelled an unignorable smell in the dark entrance.

The casserole on the stove has been blackened by the fire, and the soup is completely dry, which is where the burnt smell comes from.

The living room was empty, and Song Nai's slippers were not in the entrance.

Ji Shen's heart tightened, and cold sweat immediately soaked his back. He was even more nervous than when he was alone against dozens of soldiers just now.

"Song Nai?"

No one answered him, Ji Shen turned off the fire, his fingertips were trembling, and he didn't even have time to deal with his bloody wound, so he immediately turned and opened the door.

Under the cold moonlight, a short boy stood at the door. The boy withdrew his hand to open the door, his sleepy eyes lit up, and he raised his head and said, "Mr. Ji, are you back?"

Ji Shen took a deep breath, the rapid ups and downs of his mood consumed his body that had lost too much blood, and he fell dizzily towards Song Nai.

His waist was almost broken, Song Nai gasped and tried his best to support his body. When he approached suddenly, the strong smell of blood on the man's body got into his nostrils.

"Mr. Ji?"

Song Nai touched his hand hanging by his side, stained with greasy blood, and dragged him to the sofa with difficulty. The man tilted his head, his face paler than the moonlight shining through the French windows.

"I'm fine, it's just that the wound is open." Ji Shen softly directed Liushen Wuzhu's little nanny, "Go get some warm water."

Song Nai hurriedly brought warm water, towels, and a medicine box. Ji Shen leaned on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest for a while. The blood flowed back to his brain. He watched Song Nai carefully cut off the bandages and shirts stuck together. , wiped off the blood on it, and asked him fearfully, "Where did you go just now? Didn't I tell you not to run around?"

"I didn't go anywhere, I accidentally fell asleep leaning on the flower stand just now..."

Song Nai waited until twelve o'clock and was so sleepy that he suddenly heard the whistle of a car. He thought it was Ji Shen who had come back, so he hurried into the garden to look at the fence, but the black Audi drove straight past the gate, didn't it? His Mr. Ji, Song Nai was disappointed and unwilling to leave, he waited and sat in the cold grass and fell asleep.

The clothes were covered with the dew of the autumn night. Song Nai sneezed with his head tilted. He was a little cold. He continued to squat on the ground and wiped the man's hands with a towel wrung out with warm water. With long fingers, the skin is still smooth, and there is no new wound. Song Nai breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help asking in a low voice, "Mr. Ji, what did you do at night?"

"It's nothing."

He pulled Song Nai to sit on his lap, held his hand holding the towel, and said suddenly, "Xiao Nai, we may have to move to another place after a while."

"Where?"

"What kind of place do you like?"

Song Nai heard from his tone that Mr. Ji didn't want to simply move, but to leave City A. He blinked and said obediently, "I like a place where Mr. Ji is."

"The mouth is so sweet." Ji Shen rubbed his head, and there was a hint of warmth in his eyes.