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When Ye Xiaolou ran to find his brother, he didn't feel anything at all. Later, when he met those two killers pretending to be bodyguards of the Xiang family, he sprained his foot the moment he landed, and a sharp pain shot out from the sole of his foot in an instant. When he got up, if he hadn't gritted his teeth and endured it, he might have burst into tears.

It's not that Ye Xiaolou has never experienced hardships. When he was really practicing martial arts, sometimes he couldn't sleep for three days and three nights because of the pain all over his body, until he exhausted all his energy, and then unconsciously fell asleep. Compared with before, The pain was nothing to him at all.

What's more, he has endured the deeper pain, which is really piercing pain that can be felt even when he gritted his teeth. When Ye Xiaolou and Xiang Shaochen brothers were brought back that day, Ye Xiaolou lay alone on the bed. On the bed, I recalled that time.

However, he has stayed in Xiang's house for so long, and he has obtained almost everything he never had before. Whenever he feels even a little bit, that feeling is like warm water spreading from the bottom of his heart to his limbs, It's warm everywhere.

In this place, he doesn't feel any danger at all, and he has enough blinks every day. Even when he wants to sleep, he can sleep peacefully wherever he wants. Even if he falls asleep on the lawn, someone will tell him He was safely sent back to the room.

Although Xiang Yan is busy these days, sometimes when Ye Xiaolou wakes up, he will feel Xiang Yan sitting beside his bed, watching him quietly.

At that time, Ye Xiaolou would think of hugging him.

At that time, he really didn't look like an underworld godfather who controlled such a huge family, but his slashed face and the awe-inspiring aura on his body made this man fascinating. charm.

Under the light, Xiang Yan put his two pairs of feet on his thighs. Ye Xiaolou's feet were sprained before, and two blisters appeared on the soles of his feet. Almost all of them are spent on the recliner, and occasionally when they need to walk, the housekeeper even suggested that someone send a wheelchair over, and Ye Xiaolou almost jumped up in shock.

What a joke, don't say that he just injured his foot a little bit, no matter how serious it is, he won't be able to use a wheelchair!

"It's all right." Ye Xiaolou said to them: "This injury is nothing. I used to run through the trees all night. When I got back, my feet didn't look like my own. It's more serious than now. I Go shopping and buy breakfast the next day.”

The housekeeper was stunned for a second, and said, "Young Master Lou, it's a shame."

Ye Xiaolou waved his hands triumphantly, "It's okay for me to participate in the [-]-meter long-distance race now."

But when Xiang Yan asked him if it hurt, Ye Xiaolou said pitifully, "It hurts."

"You know it hurts now. Why did you run so hard when you were running?"

Ye Xiaolou's trouser legs were stretched down to his knees, revealing his smooth and fair calves. His legs had no blemishes except for the frayed places on the soles of his feet. His toes were round and white with a slight pink tint.

He seemed to feel a little embarrassed, when Xiang Yan gently stroked his feet with his fingers, his toes retracted unconsciously.

Xiang Yan was a little itchy from his reaction, especially the feet in his hands. Compared with the skin of his own bronze arms, under the light, the skin was so white that it was almost transparent, even with thin veins. are clearly visible.

"That's to save my brother."

Ye Xiaolou blushed a little. Although he was a boy, he still felt a little uncomfortable when his feet were looked at like this. He wanted to take his feet back, but Xiang Yan held his feet up and bowed his head. Kissed him lightly on the instep.

Ye Xiaolou choked for breath, blushing almost on fire, "Daddy!"

When he called out 'Daddy', he trembled slightly, as if he was extremely embarrassed, and even his voice was slightly crying.

"What are you shy about?" Xiang Yan laughed heavily, put his feet back on his thighs, and gently stroked his smooth calves with his fingers. Ye Xiaolou looked bullied and stood in front of him. Supporting the upper body with both hands, the long eyelashes covered the wet eyes, and the soft eyes looked extraordinarily moving.

This little guy doesn't even know how seductive he looks like this. The black sweater on his body is loose, and the V-shaped neckline is a bit too big. With a slight movement, the delicate collarbone and half of the shoulder are exposed. It is said that he and Xiang Yan There have been many times of intimacy, but Xiang Yan's eyes and actions still make him inevitably a little embarrassed.

This child has rarely exposed his body in front of others since he was a child. Although he only showed one calf, he always feels as if he has taken off his clothes.

"Daddy...I haven't finished my exercises yet."

Ye Xiaolou stammered to change the topic, and said with a little grievance: "The homework is due tomorrow, and the teacher will scold you if you can't finish it."

"Who dares to scold you?" Xiang Yan laughed and said, "Whoever scolds your father will kill him for you."

"Who would dare to teach me then." Ye Xiaolou glared at him, retracted his feet, and put down his trouser legs, "I can't do many questions."

"Isn't your elder brother at home? Let him do it for you." Xiang Yan said without changing his face.

If it were someone else, how could a father say that? Isn't this preventing the child from learning from the good?Mr. Xiang, are you sure you are not teaching your youngest son badly?

Ye Xiaolou looked at him speechlessly, suddenly felt a move in his heart, picked up the exercise book and threw it on him, raised his chin and said, "Dad help me do it."

Xiang Yan: "..."

"It's rare for you to go home once, and you don't even want to teach me your homework?"

Ye Xiaolou's eyes turned red in an instant, and a thin layer of mist seemed to form on the long eyelashes, "Everyone else's children are taught their homework, and no matter how busy they are, they will go home Let's eat together, my father hasn't had dinner with me for several days, and he still doesn't want to do homework with me..."

With an expression of 'I'm so pitiful', he said sobbingly, "Does it mean that I'm not as important as them in your heart?"

them?who are they?Who can be as important as you?

Xiang Yan was a little stunned. If it was the same as before, who could make Mr. Xiang put down his airs and coax others, and he wasn't even sure if he would be able to coax others, but his beloved youngest son is like this. Can't you let him cry?

"I didn't say I won't teach you how to do it, good boy, Dad will write it for you."

Ye Xiaolou immediately stuffed the pen into his hand, pointed and said: "The circled circles on the book are all things I don't understand well, and I don't know how to do anything that is empty. You should read it first and then write it down." Teach me, don't write the answer directly, or you will be punished if the teacher finds out...Do you need to read the book?"

At any rate, Xiang Yan had a high degree of education when he was young, so can he still teach his youngest son the questions in his homework?It is a joke that a few difficult problems can be difficult.

So Xiang Yan held his youngest son in his arms (a little struggle can be ignored), and started to teach him how to do the questions hand in hand.

During the period, Ye An came to report to Xiang Yan about work, but he knocked on the secretary and the bedroom to search for it, and finally called someone to ask, it turned out that Mr. Xiang was with the young master.

Ye An hesitated for a moment, and decided to see what they were doing first.

"Father is amazing." Ye Xiaolou said excitedly, "I've heard the teacher explain this question several times, and it's still easier for my father!"

Ye An silently put down his hand knocking on the door.

When those senior assistants and employees in the company are still busy working in full swing, their project always has meetings with so many people, and so many people who are waiting to meet him disappear, but sit here and take Writing to teach the younger son homework, if they knew, I don’t know if these people would cry to death...

Ye Xiaolou turned around abruptly, and waved his paw at him, "Brother Ye! Brother Ye, can you go to the kitchen for me and say something? Dad will eat with me today!"

Ye An: "...Good young master."

If Ye Xiaolou had a tail on his back, he would have to stick it up into the sky.

Ye Xiaolou blinked, "I suddenly have a craving for roast goose."

Ever since Ye Xiaolou came to Xiang's house, the kitchen of Xiang's house was very lively every time it was close to meal time. It seemed that Mr. Lou wanted to eat this, and Mr. Lou wanted to eat that. What, of course Xiang Yan pampered his youngest son in this regard, but every time he held Ye Xiaolou in his arms, he felt that no matter how much he was fed, he would not gain weight, and he did not know how to consume so much food of.

It is much better than when he first came. When Ye Xiaolou first came, his face was so pale that he couldn't even eat. Later, he would often rush to Xiang Yan to beg for food. Hey, one day Xiang Yan touched his younger son's belly and arms on the bed, and finally he felt a little softer.

"Shall we eat now?" Xiang Yan said.

"No, go after finishing your homework."

Xiang Yan smiled, "Okay, then continue to do it."

Xiang Yan carried him up and moved up, Ye Xiaolou obediently found a comfortable position, and rubbed against his arms, not paying attention to how intimate and ambiguous the two of them are now, It's almost like a contented cat.

Ye Xiaolou was completely immersed in the contented state of his father teaching him how to solve the problems. Although he was kissed or touched from time to time, Xiang Yan's deep and rational voice would always turn his attention to to the exercises.

Serious men always have a different kind of attraction, and Ye Xiaolou is surrounded by the sexy and aggressive smell of his father. Before he knew it, he didn't know that Xiang Yan had put his hair on his head. Gently pushed aside, the thin kiss has extended from his side face to the back of his neck. When he turned his head to look at him, Xiang Yan's eyes were deep and restrained, without any lust in it.