There is a wife at home

He Fanxing's lips smelled of alcohol, when he pressed them, Guo Jingjing didn't feel hot, and even felt a little cold.

He Fanxing tentatively stretched out his hand, circled around Guo Jingjing's waist and hugged it tightly, and pressed his belly together. Both of them could feel the temperature of each other. Guo Jingjing's eyes were slightly drunk, and He Fanxing's facial features were infinitely enlarged in front of him. Is it thirty?Skin care is better than... better than Zhao Amei, there is no way, he really doesn't have many contacts with women, except for his grandma, Zhao Amei is the only one.

He Fanxing's eyes were beautiful, neither big nor small, with long eyeliner and even longer eyelashes. Guo Jingjing didn't understand why a man's eyelashes could be so long.

And once these eyes focus on someone, no one can resist, as if they can speak, full of tenderness shines in the pupils.

He Fanxing pecked and kissed several times, like a dragonfly touching water, and said in a very low voice: "Ah Jing, am I drunk? Huh?"

Guo Jingjing couldn't answer, he just wanted to kiss the person in front of him suddenly, not to be kissed, but to take the initiative to kiss the person.

Thinking this way in his heart, he did exactly that, imitating He Fanxing's touching the other's lips, and even imitating the heroine on TV, he slightly opened his mouth and bit He Fanxing's lower lip, but he didn't use enough force, so he directly He bit He Fanxing's mouth open.

"Hmm." He Fanxing snorted softly.

"I'm sorry." Guo Jingjing was so startled that he quickly loosened his jaw and stepped back, staring at the place where he had bruised carefully, with annoyance in his eyes, but fortunately there was no bleeding.

"It's okay, it's okay, Ah Jing," He Fanxing smiled reassuringly, rubbing the skin back and forth with his hands on the back of his neck. "Let's try again."

Guo Jingjing looked into He Fanxing's eyes, and there was an encouraging smile in the other's eyes. Guo Jingjing looked at the lips that were reddened by himself, thought for a while, and slowly leaned forward, this time he was useless to bite. , just leaned up cautiously, and sucked He Fanxing's lips into his own mouth with a little suction force, just holding his mouth so that he didn't dare to move.

The hot and humid feeling swayed on his lower lip, and He Fanxing's eyes flashed a trace of surprise, the eyes were deep, and Guo Jingjing's behavior was jerky, and he even said he had no experience, but for He Fanxing, this But it was a kind of deep temptation, stirring up the fire that he kept suppressing.

He Fanxing was no longer just probing, the hand he put on the back of Guo Jingjing's neck, the wrist was hard, the lips of the two were slightly deformed due to the squeeze, Guo Jingjing was startled, fearing that he would bite him again, he opened it quickly He opened his mouth, and He Fanxing's tongue stuck into his mouth. Unlike the coolness of his lips, He Fanxing's tongue was hot, stirring and entangled with Guo Jingjing's.

The faint smell of wine filled his mouth, Guo Jingjing felt as if he was drunk too, his heart was beating fast, his face seemed to be on fire, but he didn't push He Fanxing away, on the contrary, he was just like He Fanxing, What He Fanxing wanted to ask for from him, he was also asking for from He Fanxing.

It was as if the sky thunder was stirring the fire, and the two kissed in the living room with such ecstasy that they were inseparable.

"Ah Qing? What are you doing standing at the door blocking my way?"

Zhang's voice suddenly sounded, and Guo Jingjing's closed eyes suddenly opened, his tongue slipped, and he immediately took it back from He Fanxing's mouth, raised his arms and pushed He Fanxing away, lowered his head, his face was so red that he was about to catch fire Seems to be.

He Fanxing's reaction was better than his. He even calmly took out a tissue from the coffee table and wiped the corners of Guo Jingjing's mouth. Only then did Guo Jingjing realize that his mouth was full of each other's saliva, so he raised his arm and took his clothes to wipe it off. Wipe, He Fanxing wiped his own mouth in a natural manner just like what Guo Jingjing used.

Zhang Qing's face became brighter. He never thought that these two people had reached such a point. The key was his son, with a look of enjoyment, half of him snuggled into He Fanxing's arms. I know that Guo Jingjing's expression cannot be coerced, but Zhang Qing still has a sense of anger that "the son has been taught badly by He Fanxing". Fortunately, he also knows that this situation must not be seen by Mrs. Zhang. People blocked the kitchen door.

"Ah Qing? What are you doing!" Mrs. Zhang stretched out her hand and patted Zhang Qing's shoulder, and chirped at him dissatisfied, "Don't get in the way."

Seeing that the two of them were separated, Zhang Qing moved away. Mrs. Zhang stepped out of the door beside him, looked up at his face, and was quite curious: "What expression do you have? Do you feel sick to your stomach?"

Zhang Qing choked out a sentence: "No, Mom."

Mrs. Zhang ignored him, walked into the living room and said to He Fanxing: "Xiao He, why don't you go to bed and lie down for a while? Last time you came to sleep on the bed, the quilt was folded on the bed and left untouched. I will give it to you." You put it on, and it will be ready immediately."

"No need, grandma." He Fanxing was in a good mood, speaking in a higher tone than usual.

Mrs. Zhang saw him like this, her eyes were clear and her face was as usual, but her mouth was a little red and her lower lip seemed a little swollen.

"Xiaohe, what's wrong with your mouth? It looks swollen, grandma can find some ointment for you to apply?"

"Grandma, it's okay, don't wipe it off," the smile on He Fanxing's face deepened, and he glanced at Guo Jingjing from the corner of his eye. Guo Jingjing's face was almost buried in his chest. Said: "I just knocked it accidentally, it's okay."

"Damn it? What's wrong with it? So hard?" Sometimes the old man is very persistent, and he will not give up on many things without asking for an answer.

He Fanxing didn't answer this time, turned his head to look at Guo Jingjing, his eyes were full of helplessness, he really didn't know what to say about what happened to him.

He Fanxing turned to look at Guo Jingjing, and Zhang also felt puzzled, how could this matter have something to do with her grandson? At first she didn't notice it, but now when she followed He Fanxing's gaze, she realized that It was found that Guo Jingjing's face was so red that it looked like a boiled shrimp, and if it was more exaggerated, the top of his head would almost smoke.

"Jingjing, you... what's the matter with you?" Mrs. Zhang was terrified, thinking that Guo Jingjing was not feeling well, so she hurried over to pull someone to look at her, and called Zhang Qing back, "Ah Qing, take a quick look." , Why is Jingjing's face so red? Could it be a fever?"

Zhang Qing struggled with a face, wrinkled like a chrysanthemum, and replied weakly: "I don't know..."

"Look at how you are a father. You don't even know if Jingjing is uncomfortable." With an anxious expression on her face, Mrs. Zhang put her hand on Guo Jingjing's forehead and took the temperature. ... This Jiang Min probably won't be able to get up right now, otherwise I'll let him show you, really! It's all the old man's fault, he drank so much wine to die!"

Mrs. Zhang clapped her hands anxiously. Guo Jingjing knew that he could no longer let this matter go. Even though he really didn't want to talk now, he still opened his mouth to comfort Mrs. Zhang and said, "Grandma, I'm fine, I'm just a little hot, okay?" It's fine, don't worry about it."

"But your face... No, even if you don't feel uncomfortable, it may be a sign of fever. You wait, grandma will get you cold medicine, drink it quickly, no matter what, take precautions first."

Saying that, Mrs. Zhang went to look for medicine in a hurry, and took a cup to pour water.

Naturally, Guo Jingjing couldn't drink, but now he really couldn't say anything, He Fanxing was still smiling, no matter how gentle the smile on that face, Guo Jingjing didn't have the heart to look at it, and angrily Said: "You drink the medicine in a while!"

He Fanxing had no opinion at all, but nodded and said, "Okay."

It turned out that Zhang's medicine ended up entering He Fanxing's stomach.

What?Why not dump it?Because in Guo Jingjing's dictionary, waste is a shameful act, not to mention that it is his grandma's wish, there is no reason to pour out the elder's wish, so it must be drunk, Guo Jingjing can't drink, He Fanxing I can't even run away naturally.

Regarding Zhang Qi's matter, Zhang didn't ask Guo Jingjing to pick it up, and she didn't go herself. She told Zhang Qing that she would let him live in the hospital.

That night, Mrs. Zhang took the initiative to call Zhang Yuhe. The mother and son who hadn't contacted each other for so many years, the first time they talked on the phone, Mrs. Zhang only said: "If you still have my mother in your heart, come back to me immediately."

Mrs. Zhang was sitting at the door. She saw no one on the first day, and still no one on the second day. She simply ignored it on the third day. A black Mercedes-Benz with the initials of Shanghai slowly stopped at the concrete car park in front of Mrs. Zhang’s house. superior.

The old driver got out of the car, opened the rear door, and the person who got out of the car was Zhang Yuhe, who had been away from home for more than ten years. Zhang Yuhe was tall and big-boned. With the leanness and wisdom of a businessman.

His eyes turned around and looked at everything around him. His wife was wearing an off-white dress with mink velvet covering her small figure. Her face was not much bigger than a palm. She was in her early teens, her skin was as pink as cherry blossoms, and even if she didn't smile, the dimples on her cheeks were very obvious. Yamada Zhizi walked up to Zhang Yuhe, put her hands on Zhang Yuhe's arm, and said a sentence in Japanese.

Zhang Yuhe looked down at her, and said in a deep voice, "Yes, this is my hometown, Zhizi, here, I hope you can speak Chinese."

Yamada Zhizi bowed slightly to Zhang Yuhe. Although the Chinese he spit out was a bit stiff, his pronunciation was very standard.

"I understand, Yu He."

Zhang Yuhe pursed his lips and smiled, reached out and patted the back of Yamada Zhizi's hand, Yamada Zhizi raised his head and smiled back at him.

"Let's go."

As Zhang Yuhe said, he led Yamada Zhizi towards the gray brick house, and the driver behind them followed them with gifts in his hand.

Zhang Fugui just went to the hospital today to have the stitches removed, Guo Jingjing was going to class, and Zhang Qing accompanied the elders there, the wound healed well, only a scar remained, like a centipede, twisted and not very pretty.

Zhang Qing took the iodine prescribed by the doctor and wiped Zhang Fugui's wound. The new flesh grew a little red. At this time, we should pay more attention to prevent infection, and the daily disinfection must continue.

"Dad, when the injury is completely healed, let's ask the doctor if there is any ointment for scars. Buy it and apply it to see if it can make the scars smaller."

Hearing what Zhang Qing said, Zhang Fugui said indifferently: "Hi! How old is your father, why do you care about this, I think it looks pretty, so fresh."

After speaking, she looked at Mrs. Zhang who was sitting far away from him. Ever since the hospital saw the injury on her head, Mrs. Zhang's complexion was not good. Now that Zhang Qing is administering medicine to Zhang Fugui, she dare not get close. On the one hand, the scar is really scary, on the other hand, when Zhang sees it, he thinks of Zhang Qi.

Zhang Qing knew that Zhang Fugui's words were meant for Mrs. Zhang, but she just didn't want Mrs. Zhang to feel too uncomfortable. Zhang Qing knew that the relationship between the two of them hadn't eased, so she also intended to act as a peacemaker at the moment. After hearing what Zhang Fugui said, she said "Dad, you think it's new, but my mother is very sad. You were injured and admitted to the hospital that day, and my mother has been with you, guarding you, and never leaving her!"

Zhang Fugui sighed, and said: "I know, your mother is worried that something will happen to me, and you say I'm fine, but in turn make your mother angry like that, oh, I really shouldn't."

"Dad, between husband and wife, the bedside quarrels, who doesn't spend their whole life in arguing? Mom knows, you just mean what you say, so I won't really blame you, Mom, right?"

Mrs. Zhang didn't look up, didn't even look at them, and continued to accept the face of her shoe.

Zhang Qing glanced at Zhang Fugui helplessly, then shook his head: No, Mom still refuses to eat.

Zhang Fugui also bowed his head in distress and sighed silently.

Mrs. Zhang knew that they were winking at each other without looking. Zhang Qing came here every day these days, intentionally or unintentionally helping his father use tricks to seek peace with him. Mrs. Zhang knew Zhang Qing's purpose, but the more Zhang Qing was like this, the more she Thinking of Zhang Fugui's words that day, she wanted Zhang Fugui to take a good look at what she had done and said, but how Zhang Qing treated him!

The needle in her hand had just passed through the bottom of the head, before she could find the position above, the light at the door was suddenly covered by a figure, Zhang raised her head to look at the person, and the familiar yet unfamiliar face instantly occupied all her sight.

Zhang Yuhe stood at the door, didn't step into the threshold, just stood straight outside the door, his eyes were wet, and trembled in an overly suppressed voice: "Mom..."

"Hiss!" One didn't pay attention, and the needle stuck into Zhang's finger. She quickly took the needle away, but it was too late, and the blood oozed out immediately.

"mom!"

"mom!"

Zhang Qing and Zhang Yuhe yelled one after the other, Zhang Qing was very close, and stepped in front of Zhang Shi first, before he had time to squat down to check the wound on Zhang Shi's hand, his body was pushed.

"Mom, how are you?" Zhang Yuhe pushed Zhang Qing away, squatted down in front of Zhang Shi, and didn't care that the expensive coat on his body was dragged to the ground, covered with dust, and took Zhang Shi's hand for a while. The face is eager.

"Mom, how is your hand? Where is it stuck? Let me see."

"Where have you been all these years! Huh?" Mrs. Zhang didn't care about the injury at all. The youngest son, who had been away for more than ten years, finally appeared in front of her. You're so cruel, you haven't come back to see your mother for more than ten years, where did you go, uh..."

Zhang's voice was hoarse, and while beating Zhang Yuhe's shoulder, he covered his mouth with a handkerchief and sobbed and cried endlessly.

"Mom!" Zhang Yuhe stretched out his hand and hugged Mrs. Zhang, also bursting into tears, "Mom, it's my son's unfilial piety, and it's all his son's fault "Yu He..."

Zhang Fugui also came over from the side. Zhang Yuhe raised his head and called Dad. Zhang Fugui nodded. speak up.

Zhang Qing never felt that he was so redundant like this moment. He looked at everything in front of him like an outsider.

He shook his hands, the palms were soaked and covered in cold sweat, Zhang Qing turned around and stepped aside, leaning against the door beside him, staring at the scene in front of him in a daze.

"Zhang...Qing?" A female voice came to his ears, Zhang Qing turned his head, it was Yamada Zhizi who had been standing at the door, Yamada Zhizi knew that she had guessed right, nodded and smiled at Zhang Qing.

"Hello..." Zhang Qing was a little embarrassed, not knowing what kind of courtesy he should return to the Japanese woman in front of him.

Yamada Zhizi looked at him, although her tone was still blunt, but she would not erase the hurt in her words, she said to Zhang Qing: "I'm sorry, Mr. Qing, can you give this long-lost mother and son some private space? After all, You have monopolized this maternal love that does not belong to you for many years."

Zhang Qing's face turned pale, his lips trembled and he didn't speak.

Yamada Zhizi looked at him and bent down towards him: "Please, Yu He doesn't really want to see you here, and I don't want my husband to be unhappy."