Syndicate Growth Manual

"Happy to each other?" Zhao Yuan was stunned by his father's domineering action, and stammered, "Mo, Mo or something, isn't it saliva..."

Zhao Chen pursed his lips in satisfaction, and then leaned over to cover his small mouth: "I will teach you slowly as a father..."

boom----

Mars hits Earth! ! ! !

Zhao Yuan is that earth, he raised his head in a daze, until Zhao Chen forced his hand to open his mouth, and when he was forced to open his mouth to meet the hot tip of his tongue, he was still thinking: No, that spittle of mutual affection It's fish spittle, not our saliva...and it's rubbed on the body, not in the mouth?

Zhao Chen still had some difficulty facing his son, so he had to close Zhao Yuan's eyelids manually, then hugged Zhao Yuan hard, hugged Zhao Yuan on his knee, and slid into the spring water.Only his shoulders were exposed above the water, even though Zhao Yuan was short, sitting on his knees, his chest was slightly exposed.

He covered the back of Zhao Yuan's neck with his big palm, pressed hard, cunningly sucked the other's helpless lips repeatedly, then penetrated into Zhao Yuan's hot and humid mouth again, hooked the other's shrinking little tongue, and passionately Stir it up.The tip of the tongue is wrapped around the tip of the tongue, the breaths of each other are intimately attached to each other, the skin is in close contact, and the water vapor is like a thick curtain, covering the two of them.

Compared with a certain father in this respect, Zhao Yuan is naturally not at the same level at all.

"Um……"

He had no place to put his hands, so he put his hands on Zhao Chen's shoulders naturally. When his tongue was numb from being sucked, a big rough hand stroked his back vigorously, sliding from neck to buttocks.

He straddled Zhao Chen's legs, and felt a hard and hot existence on his sensitive abdomen, and even felt that under his father's extremely tough and indiscriminate bombardment, Xiao Yuan began to get excited for a long time , and even really raised his head.

At this time, the expression in Zhao Yuan's heart was like this: =口=! ! !

#My dad's painting style suddenly changed! ! ! #

Zhao Yuan was panting, his lips were blocked again as soon as they parted, he wanted to step back, but he felt the strong shoulders covered by his hands shaking, for some reason, he knew that his father was laughing.

A big hand rubbed lightly from his back, slowly moved between the two of them, and even held his little bird, fingers brushing the tip!

"Father..." Zhao Yuan trembled all over, and couldn't help straightening his waist.

Damn, Dad played tricks!

Zhao Chen lightly bit Zhao Yuan's mouth, which was close in front of his eyes, and stopped teasing him, and instead devoted himself to serving this little ancestor.Zhao Yuan is a serious first-time brother, how can he stand up to his father's rough hands?Within a few minutes, he shook a few times as if shaking, leaned on a certain father's shoulder, and confessed.

Zhao Chen held his panting son in his arms and looked down. There was not even a trace of turbidity in the water. I'm afraid it was just a little clear liquid this time, and it was still a little smaller... He himself was still stiff. Standing straight, but not paying attention, she tilted her head and kissed her son's sweaty side face comfortingly.

Zhao Yuan closed his eyes, basically a pot of rotten porridge in his head.The feeling of relief is very good, he has not experienced that kind of happiness for a long time, let alone being served by others, he has never experienced it in his previous life!But!Here comes the problem, who else is his father!

He has grown up in this world until he is ten years old, but for the first time he doubts, is there any custom in the Central Plains that he doesn't understand?Or does it not matter if father and son are supernatural?

Thinking of this, Chrysanthemum tightened.

No, his father still married his wife and slept with his concubine... Uh, that's not right, his father hasn't slept with him for a long time.

Zhao Chen watched his son's breathing gradually calm down, but he didn't raise his head, so he couldn't help asking in a soft voice, "Anu, what are you thinking?"

"I can't live through this day..." Zhao Yuan blurted out.

A certain father's face suddenly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

He said in a deep voice, "I haven't heard clearly for my father, so say it again."

The timid boy immediately became cowardly, hugged a certain father and rubbed his arms and said, "I like father the most!" After he finished speaking, he felt wrong, it was obviously his father who did something bad, so he is so guilty!So he straightened his back again, pointing at a certain father with grief and indignation in a small voice: "Father! I'm only eleven! Don't you have a pedophile... addiction..."

The voice disappeared again under Zhao Chen's cold eyes.

Zhao Chen was also speechless about his son who loves to act. After a long time, he sighed, hugged his son and sat in the water, washed him with water to wash away his sweat, and said in a gentle voice, "You will be my father and celebrate your coming of age ceremony for you. It always happens like this."

Zhao Yuan sat obediently, but couldn't help but cast his eyes down. His father's place was still upright... really long-lasting.He was thinking wildly, and his eyes accidentally met Zhao Chen's. Although it was exaggerated to see the specific emotions in his eyes, he seemed to really see the helplessness and love for himself from his father's eyes.

He wanted to ask his father if he really fell in love with him, and what he was thinking...but he was afraid of hearing the answer.

Actually, the two of them are not related by blood... Wait!His father wouldn't rely on this to mess around, would he?Thinking of it this way, Zhao Yuan's heart almost twisted into a ball, both resentful and strangely joyful.

Having said that, the coming-of-age ceremony is so magical, is it that there is no lower limit?

Zhao Chen watched his son's face change from sunny to cloudy, and felt amused, "Father would not do such a thing to Wu Heng and the others. If you feel uncomfortable, Father will stop doing this, okay?"

Zhao Yuan looked at him, hesitatingly said: "Well, I'm not uncomfortable either..." This is the most terrible thing, thinking about it now, whether it's a kiss or physical contact, he just feels shocked and shy , but uncomfortable, disgusting?Absolutely not.

Not at all! ! ! ! !

"And then?" Zhao Chen saw that he still had nothing to say, so he coaxed, "Just say it, Father promises not to get angry."

Zhao Yuan rolled his eyes, now who is afraid of you being angry!He lowered his head in frustration, and mumbled: "Then... my father will always remarry in the future, when the time comes, when the time comes..."

What will happen to their relationship then?

The more Zhao Yuan thought about it, the more he felt that this was the case.His father is only in his twenties, how could he be a widow all the time?Now they crossed the line in their attempt to be happy for a while, and in the future his father patted his ass and brought him back a aunt, how would he deal with himself?At that time, could his father still love him as much as now?

Even if they are not related by blood, as long as he doesn't expose it, and his father doesn't expose it, they will always be father and son.In this world, loving couples can also reconcile, and spouses can also become bitter couples, but father and son will always be father and son. Even if they live separately in the future, he, Zhao Yuan, will always be Zhao Chen's son.There is no relationship that makes him feel more secure than the relationship between father and son.

Zhao Chen could probably guess what he was thinking.In fact, what Zhao Yuan was worried about was not what he was worried about?

He suddenly found himself thinking about his son in a different way, thinking far more than Zhao Yuan did.He was afraid that Zhao Yuan would be afraid of himself, loathe himself, and that Zhao Yuan would break free from him before he grew up. He tried to persuade himself to hold back his thoughts just now...but he was even more afraid of maintaining the love of father and son like this, maybe tomorrow, or maybe tomorrow. The day after tomorrow, Zhao Yuan suddenly became enlightened, but the person who enlightened him was not himself.

So Zhao Chen has no regrets.

Zhao Chen held him in his arms like Zhao Yuan did when he was a child, kissed his forehead, and said in a low voice, "Father will not marry again... as long as you want, Father will guard you for the rest of your life."

Zhao Yuan hugged his neck sideways, buried his face in the socket of his neck, and remained silent.

"I still have two concubines," he said in a muffled voice after a while, and his voice became gloomy, "...it was arranged by my father for me."

Zhao Chen was slapped in the face. Everyone expected it five years ago. Applause! ! !

A certain father looked into the distance in embarrassment and annoyance.

At that time, he was still a pure father.

He frowned and said: "Father will take care of it." In fact, his heart was broken, because not only did he have two concubines, but he also had a wife, Wang Ji.

Zhao Yuan snorted: "If my father breaks today's promise in the future, I will ask him for more than a dozen concubines and a few male pets! When I go back, my father will write a contract and print his fingerprints on it!"

Give you some color, and you still have a dyeing workshop!Zhao Chen's eyes sank, he grabbed someone's paw and pressed it down, saying: "Father does what he says, and he will do it... But since it's agreed, shouldn't Anu also give Father a little sweetness?"

Zhao Yuan was forced to grab a certain father's big big bird, his hands were shaking so badly, he was ashamed.

His father will also come to trouble!

By the time the father and son rode back to the General's Mansion, it was already night.

Lichun wore a cocoon-padded cloak and waited for them at the door with a lamp in hand. Seeing that Zhao Yuan was dismounted by Zhao Chen, he couldn't help but wondered, "What's wrong?"

Zhao Chen glanced at his son's flushed face, and coughed lightly: "It's okay, I've been in the hot spring for a long time, just sleep for one night."

Li Chun breathed a sigh of relief, and turned on the lights in front to guide the father and son.She never heard the complacency in Zhao Chen's tone, but Mou Yuan could.He glanced at his father sadly, it's been too long, his hands are about to be broken, and the wound on his shoulder is about to recur!

Zhao Chen pretended not to see it. Although he was proud, he also regretted it.He was too excited for a moment, so he didn't think about his son's wound... Fortunately, he held back at that moment, otherwise it was almost... He recalled the feeling of the little boy's feet slipping and his lips touching lightly. Unexpectedly, he felt it again, he just hugged the person with both hands, and hugged him up calmly, so as not to bump into him.

The second time he went into the courtyard and lit the stone lamps, and set up the tables in the main room, Li Xia brought Fang Ling and Fang Jin to serve all the food, and then retreated to eat by himself.

Zhao Chen put down his son, the two of them were already hungry, so they sat down to eat without talking much.

"Where did this fish come from?" Zhao Yuan ate a piece of grilled fish with chopsticks and asked, smacking his lips.