Rebirth of Super Red Star

Cheng Jiahui's long silence made Cheng Le feel a little uneasy.

He tried to say something to distract his dad, but his dad ignored him and went to the coat hanger by the door, took off his coat and hat to change his shoes.

Cheng Le ran over to help him take out the slippers and put them at his feet to ask for forgiveness. He gave him a sideways look and snorted to accept the service but did not accept an 'apology'.After putting on the slippers he put at his feet, he went to the sofa in the living room and sat down to light a cigarette, even turning a blind eye to the teacup that was brought to the coffee table.

This is good, Cheng Le realizes that he is in serious trouble, and his reaction is even more serious than when he remembered that he chose Chinese opera as a volunteer in the main university.

At that time, his father was still reasoning with him, shouting loudly, pointing at his nose and cursing, but now he doesn't even bother to talk to him and just pretends not to see him.

How good is this?He didn't want to let Liu Feng go, and he didn't want to irritate his father because of Liu Feng.How can we think of a way to get the best of both worlds, and find a balance between the two so that they can live in peace?He has almost racked his brains now but he can't come up with any clues. Could it be that he can just let things go and let nature take its course?

"Dad, uh... why are you back now? Have you eaten yet? Brother Ah Qing, why didn't you come with me?"

Cheng Le walked up to Cheng Jiahui and sat down, leaned his shoulder on Cheng Jiahui's arm and said in a low voice.

Cheng Jiahui still didn't speak, and paused with his finger holding the cigarette, some ash from the cigarette butt spilled onto his pants, he hurriedly patted it, and continued to toss around him casually without even looking at it as a joy.

Cheng Le continued to work hard, turned his body and sat cross-legged on the sofa, pressing his palm on his father's thigh and shaking gently, Cheng Jiahui still ignored Cheng Le and had no choice.

He felt that he was already like this, and his father's attitude still showed no signs of softening even after he acted like a baby.You can't still throw yourself into his father's arms like you did when you were a child, begging for forgiveness and letting go, right?His real age now is not the 23 or [-] years old he looks on the outside, but his [-]s and [-]s. His inner core has already been replaced by a middle-aged uncle.

"Dad, what the hell are you..."

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Cheng Le was about to say something softly when the door lock at the entrance of the room was unlocked a few meters away, and Cheng Jiahui's middle-aged assistant, Lieutenant Colonel Qin Qing, walked into the room carrying several fast food boxes packed in plastic bags.

As soon as he stood in the living room, he felt that there was something wrong between Cheng Le and the boss of their family. His keen intuition told him that it was not the time for him to come back, but he felt a little too deliberate when he wanted to leave.

He knows how sticky the father and son are. When they are close, they get along like brothers instead of father and son.

That is to say, Cheng Le was awkward for a while when he was in college, and he was fine before and after. What happened today? What happened that he didn't know?Even when their boss knew about their young master's involvement in the foundation some time ago, he didn't see it so serious.

"Chief, I bought two plates of red oil beef, would you like to try it?"

After a little hesitation, Lieutenant Colonel Qin controlled his tone and said as if nothing happened.

"I know you are used to not eating at night, but at noon you had a bad appetite and almost didn't eat. I have eaten the food in this restaurant several times and it tastes good. Why don't you just eat some padding?"

While he was asking for advice, his body went straight to the kitchen on the other side of the living room.

Soon, there was a sound of dishes, chopsticks, cups and plates, and the sound of lighting on the gas stove.Five or six minutes later, when Qin Qing reappeared, the dishes placed on the coffee table in front of Cheng Jiahui included a plate of fried peanuts and stir-fried vegetables in addition to the red oil beef he said.

There were also two bowls of rice, one bowl was given to Cheng Jiahui, and the other bowl was stuffed into Cheng Le's hands.

After finishing all this, he took the portion of the dishes and prepared to hide in an empty room to eat, but he was stopped. Cheng Le took him to the corner and whispered for a while. During the process, Qin Qing looked at Cheng Jiahui's face from time to time. Back view, finally nodded as if accepting his suggestion.

Then, I had dinner with Cheng Jiahui.

Seeing that his father didn't talk and concentrate on eating food, Cheng Le followed suit and behaved like a filial son, picking food and handing water, with the attitude of "I'm very good, I know I'm wrong, and I beg for forgiveness."

This really made Cheng Jiahui feel a lot more comfortable, and he almost forgot the scene when Liu Feng pressed Cheng Leqin when he entered the door.It's just that there seems to be a smell called Liu Feng in this room, which makes him feel uncomfortable and wants to open the window for ventilation, and even further eliminate all his influence on his son.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Cheng Le stayed low until now, Cheng Jiahui let him go to the bathroom to take a shower and get ready for bed at his suggestion.

Cheng Le made up the bed and asked his father to rest in his room, and went to Song Xinhu's room by himself. During the period, he notified the two upstairs and asked Qin Qing to go up.

The three people upstairs will have a hard time tonight. The house is just cleaned up and the furniture is not complete.There was only one bedding on the bed and nothing like it. Fortunately, it was autumn at this time but the temperature was still high and there was no need to suffer from the cold. If it was left in winter, the three of them could only find a hotel to stay.

Wash and go to bed, after eleven o'clock, Cheng Le is going to bed.

With his eyes closed, he was thinking about something and planning how to get his father to accept his relationship with Liu Feng. He seemed to have heard something that woke him up in a daze. When he opened his eyes, he realized that the sound just now came from outside the window beside the bed. issued.

Opening the curtains and looking out through the glass, Cheng Le was stunned for a moment and quickly opened the window to let that daring and messy guy crawl in.It's ridiculous to see him baring his teeth and grinning, not knowing where to put his hands. A dignified special soldier or elite, climbing a building can make him suffer such a crime.

"hiss--"

"Hey, when did this bastard, Ah Hu, raise a row of cacti on the windowsill?! Stabbed me to death! Almost made me fall from upstairs!"

Clutching his hands, he was busy jumping beside Cheng Le's bed, and Liu Feng, who climbed down the pipe upstairs, felt that he was in bad luck today.

When I got up in the morning and was taken advantage of by people using the medicine, I was sore and limp and wet a sheet again. When I returned to Cheng Le's house in the afternoon and was about to do something, Cheng Jiahui broke into the door and threw him a knife to make him retreat. At night, if you climb a window and see your sweetheart, you will be able to pierce a cactus.

How tragic it is, those who hear it are sad and those who see it cry.

Is it easy for him to get along with his sweetheart? As for torturing him like this?He won't do anything when he sneaks into the house at night, the most he can do is ask how to please his future 'Taishan'.

"Don't laugh! Do you hear me? Don't laugh! Why don't you come help quickly? You have thorns on both hands!"

Seeing Cheng Le not only didn't help but fell on the bed with a smile after seeing his miserable situation, Liu Feng kicked him from the heart, and stretched out two hands full of cactus thorns in front of him.

Cheng Le controlled his expression and got up quickly. He could see that Liu Feng was already a little angry. If he continued to laugh, this person would definitely hold grudges. It's better not to seek death and let the two have conflicts because of this kind of thing.

He would do this because he wanted to see him, and there was no need to dampen his enthusiasm and affect the relationship between them.And to be honest, I didn't see him for a few hours, and I really wanted him to do so just and heartily. Which one of the lovers who just made real progress is not like this?

"...You, you, why are you so careless, let me tell you what's good about you?"

Holding Liu Feng's hand to help him pull out the thorn, Cheng Le kissed his cheek comfortingly, his eyes were full of tenderness when he lowered his head.

"This... Hey! It's not because of your dad! I thought you were still sleeping in your room. I climbed down from the upstairs and prepared to go in. I stretched my arms halfway and the window was open before I found out that you were sleeping on the bed. Who is it, so scared that I almost let go of my hand and fell downstairs."

Liu Feng made a pitiful expression on his face, looked at his palm full of thorns, rubbed his chin on Cheng Le's shoulder, and continued as if seeking comfort.

"Then I thought, you can't sleep in the living room, you're probably sleeping in Ah Hu's room. But it's so dark, I climbed here and pressed my hand on the window sill, and it was a tragedy immediately! I got stabbed in my hand and didn't dare to move. I can endure it, but there are several floors below me, what do you think I can do?"

Grinning his teeth and talking bitterly, the muscles in his hands trembled, Liu Feng watched Cheng Le pull out more than 20 thorns from his hand.

After finally pulling out all the thorns, he finally came back alive. After Cheng Le wrapped the thorn in paper and threw it into the trash basket, he pressed him onto the bed and rubbed against his body tightly. The place that should be awakened in 30 seconds has been completely awakened.

But he just let them cling to each other and dawdled, without any further movement, the whole person lay on Cheng Le's body and met his eyes.

There were bursts of throbbing in his heart that made him unable to describe his current emotions. There were excitement, fear, and secret joy, as if he was having an affair. Who made Cheng Le's father, Cheng Jiahui, only a few meters away from the straight-line distance between them.

"...Cheng Le, does your father hate me?"

The body was lying there and moving forward and backward at a distance of five to ten centimeters, Liu Feng asked softly.

Cheng Le didn't answer him, thinking that even if it wasn't Liu Feng, he wouldn't believe it, so he simply didn't say anything and let him think for himself, so as not to mislead him and make him lose his own judgment.

His dad might hate him, but that's because of the incident, not him.

If Liu Feng had nothing to do with him but just a normal friendship, his father would definitely appreciate him very much.

Because Liu Feng meets the requirements of all leading generals for top soldiers, not only is the leader mentally capable and capable, but his military literacy is also very outstanding and far exceeds that of ordinary soldiers.

But the bad thing is that he fell in love with someone, a man named Cheng Le.

And unfortunately, this man named Cheng Le also has a father named Cheng Jiahui who dotes on him very much. Although he was angry when he found out that his son was having sex with a man, it was definitely not this thing that made him angry. It is also very possible that someone will vent their anger.

"... Forget it, let's change the question, what does your dad like to eat, what are his hobbies, how can I please him these days?"

Stopping his body movements, Liu Feng turned over and lay beside Cheng Le, hugged him, and asked as if asking for help while leaning on his side.

"In order for him to agree to your relationship with me, I have to try my best to please him? Although I know it's unrealistic to do so, what if? It's one thing to know in my heart, but another to do it or not. Son, you can't let your dad think that I won't do anything without a wink, and I'm not good enough for you if I don't have any sincerity, right?"

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