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It's just that the family had a family reunion dinner, and Qinghe, who had an average capacity for alcohol, actually got drunk. The family was going to play cards in the small hall, so they couldn't make up enough cards.

Most of the servants also went home for the New Year's Eve, and only two remained.

Fortunately, there were two of them, and Qingjing asked them to take Qinghe's place for a while, so that there would be no lack of entertainment at night.

Qing He was so drunk that his whole body became hot and limp, and he leaned on the sofa without moving.

Qingjing wiped his face with a towel, and asked Feng Xi: "What should I do with the baby, let him go to sleep."

The Spring Festival Gala was playing on the TV in the small hall. Amidst the laughter and applause, Qinghe opened his eyes slightly, and closed them again after watching the TV.

Feng Xi also came over to look at Qinghe: "Will he vomit? It's not good to let him go to sleep alone."

Qingjing hugged Qinghe and patted his cheek lightly: "Baby, do you feel like vomiting? How do you feel?"

Qinghe was drunk, neither crying nor fussing, just looking a little dazed, with flushed cheeks.He tilted his body and buried his head on Qingjing's shoulder, full of childishness.

Feng Zhou came over and said, "Father, let's play. I'll take him upstairs and stay with me. When he gets better, I'll come down to accompany you."

There was no other way. Qingjing helped Qinghe up, and Feng Zhou hugged Qinghe horizontally. Qinghe was 170-[-]cm tall, not short, with long hands and long feet, and he was soft in Feng Zhou's arms. and arms.

Qing Jing followed behind Feng Zhou worriedly, "Can you hold him, will you fall?"

Qinghe lived in the United States, worked hard, didn't pay attention to his diet, and lost some weight. Feng Zhou carried him up the stairs, and he was still able to talk: "You can hold him. Dad, you don't have to follow me, it's fine."

Seeing that nothing was wrong, Qingjing went back to the small hall with confidence.

Feng Zhou put Qinghe on his bed and found that he was wearing some tight jeans, which made him uncomfortable to sleep in. After hesitating for a moment, he untied his belt and pulled down his jeans.

Qinghe was so drunk that someone stripped his pants. He felt that something was wrong, so he kicked his legs twice, but he didn't need any strength. In Feng Zhou's eyes, his kicks were just a slight movement.

Feng Zhou took off his trousers and socks without looking sideways. When he was covering Qinghe with the quilt, he took a second look at Qinghe's legs. His legs were long but thin. Seeing that his legs had grown so long from his short legs when he was a child, he put the legs in order for him, and pulled up the quilt a little to cover the legs.

When taking off the thin sweater for him, Feng Zhou lifted the loose shirt on Qinghe's body, only to find that Qinghe had a half-erection due to alcohol.

Feng Zhou's eyes flickered and his heart was hot, but he didn't dare to take care of Qinghe.

After making Qinghe lie down comfortably, he turned off the light, and sat on the sofa beside him in a daze in the dark.

He knew he should go downstairs to be with the two fathers, but he didn't move.

After sitting for a while, he got up again, sat on the edge of the bed, bent down and looked at the sleeping Qinghe.

Qinghe's breath carried a faint scent of wine, in the dim light, he could see Qinghe's cheeks were flushing, he put his hand on his face, it was hot, the skin on his face was soft and delicate, Attracts people to touch.

Feng Zhou's mind was in a mess. He really wanted to establish a relationship with Qinghe. Although the two were brothers, they were not related by blood after all. Although they had the same family tree, their household registrations were not the same.

They are the closest family, but legally they are not.

He can be reconciled with Qing, in the form of lovers and companions.

But Feng Zhou felt that this was his wishful thinking, and he could not impose these thoughts on Qinghe.

Qinghe loves him, relies on him, trusts him, and is close to him, all because he is Qinghe's elder brother, and it stems from this family relationship since childhood.

If he confesses to Qinghe, but Qinghe has no love for him, what will they do in the future?

He will make Qinghe miserable.

Feng Zhou stared at the sleeping Qinghe in a daze, and after an unknown amount of time, Qinghe suddenly struggled in his sleep, uttering a panicked dream: "Brother...Brother...Brother..."

The more he yelled, the more urgent Feng Zhou was startled by him, and he quickly reached out to stroke his forehead, "Baby, what's the matter?"

But Qinghe only screamed for a while, then he became silent and fell into a deep sleep again.

Qinghe also loved to have nightmares when he was a child. At that time, Feng Zhou lived in the same room with him, and when he was woken up by his younger brother, he would go to his bedside to comfort him until Qinghe fell asleep again.

Feng Zhou guarded Qinghe for more than two hours, and he went downstairs after seeing that he was indeed all right.

The Feng family's Spring Festival is busy, with all kinds of human etiquette, busy.

Moreover, Feng Xi's family has to go back to their hometown to worship every year, and this year is no exception.

This year's worship was arranged on the third day of the Lunar New Year, and Feng Xi took his family back on the second day of the Lunar New Year.

There are not many people in the Feng family, but there are some other relatives. When the Feng family made a fortune, these relatives both contributed and benefited. Seeing that Feng Xi's line is getting better and better, it is already a province. There are more and more people who want to be the richest man.

The Feng family's ancestral hall is very grand, as long as it is the Feng family, men, women and children must go in to worship.

As the head of the clan, Feng Xi sat in the hall after the worship and listened to the clan steward and his team of lawyers reconcile the clan's accounts.

His personality has always tended to be fiery, but now at a certain age, he is a little more gentle and tolerant.

Last year, the clan carried out a series of reforms to increase control over the descendants, which naturally had an effect, and the situation in the clan has indeed improved.

Sitting beside him, Feng Zhou also listened to the annual accounting.

At this time, there are always some happy and some sad.

Feng Zhou listened expressionlessly, thinking that he would be the one to manage the family in the future.And to lead this family to a more prosperous future.These are his responsibilities.Only after he has an heir, and the heir can take on the family business, can he spend his old age with peace and peace. Before that, he has to work hard.This made Feng Zhou feel a little anxious. He thought, no matter what, he should first find a way to confirm Qinghe's mind.

Qingjing didn't like to listen to these chores of the Feng family, so he walked in the big garden with Qinghe by his side.It’s much colder here than City Z. The snow in the garden a few days ago hasn’t melted yet. A few children were playing with the snow in the garden, but after Qingjing took Qinghe for a walk, the parents of those families came over to say hello. Then quickly took the child away.

The main house and ancestral hall of the Feng family here are very magnificently built. It is a four-entry Chinese-style mansion. The buildings on the central axis are all Chinese-style big houses with double eaves and high arches. villa.

And outside the four-entry compound, there are wide lawns and woods, and there is a large lake between the lawns and woods, and even the mountains in the distance, all belong to the Feng family.These are all private properties of the Feng family.

The building here is magnificent, but Feng Xi's family seldom comes back to live here, except for going home every year to worship their ancestors, they almost never live here.

Both Qinghe and Qingjing feel vague about this place.

Qinghe doesn't have any sense of belonging to this place. He doesn't know if it's because he knows that he doesn't have the blood of the Feng family and is also rejected by other members of the Feng family, so he can't feel that he is a descendant of this place; looking at Qingjing With a casual look, he felt that his father also had no sense of belonging here.

Their home is the house in Z City, which is much smaller than here, but it is the place where their family of four has lived for more than 20 years.

Feng Xi and Qing Jing had to stay in Feng's hometown until the seventh day of the lunar new year, so Feng Zhou and Qing He went back to City Z first. Feng Zhou had other matters to go back to, so Qing He said he would go back with his brother.

On the eighth day of the lunar new year, Feng Xi and Qing Jing returned to their home in Z City.

When Feng Xi returned home, he went upstairs to take a shower. Qing Jing also felt that the journey was full of dust, but she didn't care as much as Feng Xi.

He said to Feng Xi: "Go take a shower first, I'll get you clothes."

Feng Xi went into the bathroom first, and after Qingjing took the clothes, she also went in.

Feng Xi asked Qingjing to take a bath with him, but Qingjing had no choice but to sit in the bathtub too, leaning on Feng Xi, kissing him a few times with his lips against his shoulder.

Feng Xi kissed him back with a smile, and said: "Every time I go back to my hometown, there are always fewer things to be happy about, and more things to worry about. It makes you suffer too."

In Feng Zhou's generation, the two most promising people are Feng Zhou and Qinghe. Of course, the Feng family still has many outstanding children, but not many are close to Feng Zhou. Feng Zhou doesn't like to use his relatives when doing things. .

Qingjing said: "I didn't suffer at all, it's just that you worked hard, and I felt uncomfortable." He sighed and said: "Maybe it would be nice to have one more child at the beginning."

Feng Xi said: "It is a big problem to have more children and fight for family property. With Feng Zhou and Bao Bao, we should be content."

Qingjing smiled and said, "Fortunately, Feng Zhou and Baobao have a good relationship since childhood, and there is no brotherly conflict."

The subtext of Qingjing is that the two will not have conflicts over family property.

Feng Xi said: "The relationship between the two is too good. Have you found that they didn't fall in love because of their brotherhood?"

Qing Jing paid more attention to the children than Feng Xi, so the authorities were fascinated by it. He said, "They have a good relationship, isn't it good?"

Feng Xi saw that Qingjing was so dull, so he didn't say anything, just hugged him and wanted to kiss him.

When Qinghe knocked on the bedroom door of Feng Xi and Qingjing, Qingjing came to open the door, but immediately went back to blow-dry Feng Xi's hair after opening the door, and asked Qinghe, "What's the matter, baby?"

When the two fathers are together, it is difficult for other people to intervene between them. No matter what time it is, it is like making a light bulb.

Qinghe stood at the door and did not enter the house, and said: "My brother's friend is Brother Cao Feng from the Cao family. He invited me and my brother to have dinner, so we won't be eating at home tonight. Let me tell you. You just came back , my brother and I are going out, Dad, daddy, we are sorry."

Feng Xi didn't care, and said: "It's okay, you guys are leaving, and Qingjing and I were having a small hot pot."

Qing Jing said: "Do you want to eat a small hot pot? Yes, I've always wanted to eat it. Recently, I didn't eat well at all in the old house."

The two went to discuss the small hot pot. Qing He didn't get tired of watching them show their affection for more than 20 years. He turned around silently and left, and closed the door for them.