evil sea tide

Hai Donglin was greatly surprised by his words.He used to think that Song Jue's attachment to Yang Anqing was just to make up for the shortcomings in the past, or to recover the feelings he lost back then. To put it bluntly, it was just to make himself feel better.At this moment, he realized that Song Jue's love for Yang Anqing had reached an unimaginable level.

Loving someone so much that he could let go, Hai Donglin couldn't believe that the person standing in front of him was Song Jue who had been arrogant all his life.

Hai Donglin asked himself if he stood in his position, would he be so great that Chao Sheng could pursue happiness that he could not give?The answer is no, he would never make that kind of mistake from the very beginning, let alone let Chao Sheng have the chance to leave him.

In this love-hate entanglement, there are no winners and no losers. They seem to be caught in a strange circle, playing the game of chasing me and changing roles.

He patted Song Jue on the shoulder and said, "A Jue, you have grown up..."

Song Jue stubbed out the cigarette in his hand, and said with a wry smile: "Anqing said I was childish, why do you treat me like a child, my son is nine years old, he is better than you, Brother Dong."

As soon as he mentioned the devil king in his family, Hai Donglin's face showed a complicated and contradictory color. One is enough for him to have a headache, if there is another one...

He had to find a way to prevent this from happening, but Chao Sheng was very strong in this regard, and it was really difficult to convince him.

Song Jue didn't understand what he was worrying about. His situation was just the opposite. He thought about how to get close to Yang Yang every day, and then followed the clues to talk to Yang Anqing. If they could have another child, he would immediately go to the temple to burn incense Respect Buddha and do good deeds all your life.

The two big men have their own concerns, and this chat cannot continue.Hai Donglin simply bid farewell to Song Jue, and said to him before leaving: "Quit smoking, it's not good for the child."

Song Jue nodded: "I will quit in a few days."

Both of them are old smokers. Speaking of which, his smoking life is longer than that of Hai Donglin, and he smoked especially fiercely in the years when Yang Anqing left. Whenever he thinks about each other, he will feel a headache. Only alcohol and nicotine can soothe his sore spots.

Song Jue looked at the pack of cigarettes in his hand, then aimed at the trash can not far away, threw a perfect parabola, and the cigarettes fell into the bucket.

Song Jue made his first six-year plan for himself. He wrote thousands of words on the computer eloquently, including how to start from the details and impress Yang Anqing step by step. Enemy interior and so on.

After finishing writing, he printed out a copy of the plan, looked at the perfect wife-chasing plan on it, and wondered if there was anything missing.It didn't take long for him to realize that something was missing, so he picked up a marker pen and wrote four large bright red characters next to the title——

"I'm sorry for the scum."

Only then did he smile with satisfaction.

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Yang Anqing didn't go to the studio that day, but went out to find out about the situation with a housing agency.His maternal and baby product agency has been developing very well in the past two years, and has recruited many new employees. The house he bought is already very small as an office, so he plans to get a bigger one near his home. .But after looking at several houses, he didn't think it was suitable. At this moment, he suddenly remembered what Song Jue said——

"Your company already has a certain scale, and the annual profits are quite considerable. Why don't you consider moving your studio into an office building?"

It's not that he hasn't thought about it, but the rent of the office building is still too high for a small shop like them, and only higher-level agency companies will do that.

Yang Anqing returned home with a bunch of house listings, and bought vegetables at a vegetable market near her home.In the past two years, his culinary skills have not advanced but retreated, and he doesn't even want to eat the dishes he cooks, let alone Yang Yang, who has been spoiled by Song Jue's craftsmanship.

Yang Yang is almost 11 years old, and will graduate from elementary school and enter junior high school next year.His size has grown rapidly in the past two years, and his personality is more and more similar to Song Jue, only more sunny.Yang Anqing thinks this is also very good, he hopes that Yang Yang can combine the advantages of the two of them, but don't look like Song Jue.

His relationship with Niannian and Song Jue is very delicate, even he himself can't tell what's going on now.Two years ago, for the sake of his son, he no longer forcefully asked Song Jue to leave, because he really couldn't bear to see the loss in Yang Yang's eyes.Their relationship returned to the normal before, but he would occasionally let Yang Yang and Song Jue get in touch to satisfy his desire for his father.

Since when did it change...

After discovering that Yang Anqing no longer rejected him thousands of miles away, Song Jue completely turned into a fly that penetrates everywhere.He slowly eroded the boundary set by Yang Anqing, crossing the boundary again and again, getting closer to the father and son in the name of caring.

At first, he just took care of their three meals a day, which he had been cooking before, so Yang Anqing didn't think there was anything wrong with it, and Song Jue was indeed talented in this area, and the taste was no different from that of restaurants outside.Later, because he had no time to pick up Yangyang again, Song Jue volunteered to pick up his son. It was just an accident, but Song Jue took it as his duty to pick up and drop off his son from then on, and never used him again. meddled.Every morning at 7:[-] he would knock on their door, more on time than the alarm clock.

Yang Yang is also his son, so there is nothing wrong with him doing these things. Yang Anqing comforted herself, but she didn't expect that Song Jue was planning every step of the way to make him let go of his guard and force himself into the lives of the father and son.When Yang Anqing found out, Song Jue was already sitting loudly in the dining room of his house, eating the dishes he cooked, chatting and laughing with his son, just like a family member.

At this time, he felt that the situation was not good, and wanted to kick Song Jue out, but found that his life was full of shadows of this man.He arranged the three meals a day, picked up the son, repaired the water pipes, changed the light bulbs, and even bought the new tablecloths on the table today!

how so!

Yang Anqing panicked, because he found that he could no longer tell Song Jue to get out of his house with a straight face like he did two years ago.Because Song Jue did all the household chores for him, he became a complete rice worm!Every morning he would enjoy the delicious breakfast delivered by Song Jue, because he didn’t have to send his children to school, so he went back to sleep and waited until 8:[-] when the employees began to go to work one after another before getting up and going to work; there would always be ready-made meals when he returned home at noon Waiting for him, there are almost no different dishes every day, but there must be one or two dishes that he likes to eat, and they are delicious, delicious, and mouth-watering; in the afternoon, he does not need to pick up the children or prepare dinner, so he can take a break and lie on the sofa to watch Knowing about TV or surfing the Internet; it is more relaxed at night, because it is inconvenient to carry it back and forth, and the food will get cold on the way, so Song Jue simply cooks at his house, waits for the father and son to clean up the dishes after they are full , and then help the son with his homework or play with him for a while, and when the son falls asleep, the two will sit in the living room and chat for a while, and they will not go back to their rooms until bedtime.

Yang Anqing has been bred into a white and fat rice worm, not only lazy but also slow to react, and can only be swallowed by Song Jue, an eagle!

Song Jue, that bastard, is so thoughtful!

Yang Anqing angrily threw the scarf on the table, only then did she realize that even this was bought by Song Jue!This guy is all-pervasive, and he is also stupid. Letting down his vigilance gave him an opportunity to take advantage of.

What to do now?

It is impossible to drive him away. Under his offensive of food and warmth, Yang Yang has been completely subdued by him and became a general under his account. If he really does this, I am afraid that the first one to jump out to object is son.

He knew what Song Jue wanted. Although the relationship between the two had eased a lot in the past two years, in Yang Anqing's view, they were just ordinary friends. He really had no other thoughts about Song Jue.Without love, he has no reason to wrong himself and start over with those who have hurt him.

But thinking of Song Jue taking care of him non-stop for days and nights when he was sick, Yang Anqing was still moved. Song Jue had indeed changed. Now he is a mature and steady man, focused and persistent when doing things, and he is very patient with him. Yang Yang and himself are even more considerate. Such a man is full of fatal allure. Putting it outside is like a delicious piece of fat. Both men and women will pounce on them and want to take a bite. Just no calls.

Just as he was thinking, the door of the house was opened, and Song Jue came back with Yang Yang.Yang Yang ran up to him after changing his shoes, the sweat on his face was still sweating, his little face was blushing with excitement.

"Dad, did you know that Uncle Song is really good at football, three people tried to break him without breaking the ball, and finally scored two goals! I want to be as good as him in the future!!"

The son danced and gestured, wanting to restore Song Jue's valiant and heroic posture at that time, "I thought I would be as powerful as him", Yang Anqing had heard the words from him countless times.He wiped his hands and touched the child's sweat-drenched hair: "Before you become as powerful as him, go take a bath first, and it's time to eat in a while."

Yang Yang has been exercising for a long time, and his stomach has long been hungry. His eyes lit up when he heard the word "eat", but when he saw the food on the counter, his face drooped: "Just eat this..."

Yang Anqing looked down, only to realize that he had been thinking about Song Jue, and he had cut a tomato up to now, and the shapes were different, and some were chopped up, as ugly as it could be.

He smiled awkwardly at the word: "Dad is still doing it, go take a bath, and there will be something delicious later."

At this time, Song Jue walked into the kitchen, rolled up his sleeves and washed his hands, then took the knife in Yang Anqing's hand, smiled and said to him, "Let me do it."

For some reason, Yang Anqing saw a look called "beloved" from the corner of his bent eyes, which made him tremble with fright and felt a chill.

However, he still gave up the kitchen to Song Jue, and sat on the sofa while eating snacks and watching TV.When he sat down, he obviously felt a small lump in his stomach. He poked at the small lump of fat only to find that he seemed to have gained weight recently!

Sure enough, it's the rhythm of fattening and waiting to be slaughtered!

Yang Anqing quickly put down the snacks in her hands, and looked at Song Jue who was busy in the kitchen.His shoulders are tall and broad, and his figure is tall and straight. He looks so cool even when he does the most trivial housework, and he can shoot a "male god in the kitchen" every minute.

This is a reborn Song Jue, even Yang Anqing felt that if he was someone else, or if the previous things had never happened, he would immediately fall in love with him and have sex with him without hesitation.

It's not good to go on like this...

In less than an hour, Song Jue made four dishes and one soup. The hungry Yang Yang ate his mouth full of vegetables, and he had no time to talk to his worried father. Jue said, "It's delicious, Uncle Song, thank you!"

The traitor!

Yang Anqing felt more and more isolated and helpless.

At this moment, Song Jue put a piece of fried squid with green onions in his bowl, and said with a smile, "This is your favorite food. You said that your throat has been uncomfortable these days, so I put less oil and water in it today." Seasoning, I’ll make you a pot of Luo Han Guo tea later, remember to drink it at night. Also, don’t stay up late watching TV dramas, last time your eyes were swollen from crying and even the staff laughed at you.”

Yang Anqing lowered his head to pick up the food, his head almost went into the bowl.After realizing that he had absolutely nothing to do with Song Jue, he was a little unable to face him, and such considerate and caring words made his old face blush even more.

An old man who is almost forty, what kind of tricks are he playing chasing after little girls, Song Jue, where did you learn it?He also said that I always watch urban romance dramas, obviously you play more slippery than the ones on TV!

Yang Anqing is like those lionesses holding their cubs in the animal world. At this moment, the land is gradually swallowed up by the male lions that are about to move, but they dare not speak out, and they have to let him go all the time, even swallowing themselves.

Song Jue no longer regards himself as an outsider. Except that he will go home to sleep after finishing these tasks every day, basically he spends all his time except work with Yang An and his son.And the gap between him and Yang Anqing is gradually being eliminated, and there are even some seemingly natural physical contacts.

For example, when he was about to leave that night, he suddenly touched Yang Anqing's face, and said with satisfaction: "Finally, I have grown some flesh."

"..." Yang Anqing closed the door with a black face, and once again confirmed the guess in his heart——

Sure enough, I'm going to talk!

He didn't want to have anything other than ordinary friends with Song Jue at all!To be honest, he is just content with the status quo, someone to take care of his son, someone to do the housework, the burden on his shoulders is much lighter, he can concentrate on his work, and his relationship with Song Jue is stable and flat, this is the best for him The situation is gone.He knew that his thoughts were a bit selfish, but he had been doing this for the past two years, and he had already made it a habit.

He never told anyone about the hardships of parenting alone.In the few years when his company was first established, he was running around outside during the day, and he didn't even have time to eat a meal, and he had to take care of the young Yangyang when he got home.But the child didn't sleep honestly at night, and could wake up three or four times a night. Whenever this time, no matter how sleepy or tired, Yang Anqing would try his best to hold his son in his arms and sing a lullaby to comfort him.

He lived like this for two full years, and then Yang Yang could walk and run away, and he was always worried about whether the child would bump into a bump, so he always went home again and again on the way to work.At that time, his financial conditions were not so good. In order to save rent, the office was a little far from home, so he had to spend two hours on the road every day.

At that time, he was skinny and skinny, and even his fair complexion became dull and sallow. At first glance, he looked like a patient who had been bedridden for a long time.No one knows how much pain he has endured to bring Yang Yang to such a great height.

The past two years have been the most leisurely and comfortable days in his life. He is used to this kind of life, and he is also used to Song Jue...

Song Jue has a purpose in everything he does. Yang Anqing doesn't believe that he has no intention at all after he has put in so much effort.So he always felt that something might happen recently, this kind of thought made him a little uneasy, and the look in Song Jue's eyes was no longer so natural.

The accident happened on Yangyang's 11th birthday.

Neither of them went to work that day, and stayed at home with their son.In the morning, they took Yang Yang to the Children's Paradise for a stroll, and in the afternoon they took him to watch a football game. The children were so excited that they kept cheering for their favorite team. Even Yang Anqing, who had no interest in football, Infected by him, he shouted and cheered.

This day was a fun one. After watching the game, Song Jue bought vegetables, brought the cake that had been ordered, and went home with the father and son.It was a cake specially customized for Yang Yang. It was carved with cream into green grass and black and white footballs. Yang Yang liked it very much. He couldn't bear to cut the cake. It was Song Jue who held his hand and cut the cake. .

The fruit juice is for Yang Yang, while the bottle of vintage red wine is reserved for adults.Yang Anqing's drinking capacity is not as good as Chao Sheng's, and he can't even drink much beer, so he has always stayed away from alcohol, but today's atmosphere is really good, Yang Yang's smile infected him, and Song Jue whispered in the ear, saying that How can you celebrate the day without drinking.

So Yang Anqing drank half a glass of red wine in a daze like being fed rice soup, and Song Jue basically took care of the rest.

"Thank you, Dad, thank you, Uncle Song!"

Yang Yang, who had been happy for a day, hugged the gift given to him by Yang Anqing and Song Jue, and was as happy as if he was in heaven.This was his happiest day. He had imagined countless times that they could live happily together like the most ordinary family of three, and today his dream finally came true.

The 11-year-old boy already knows a lot of things, he carefully maintains Yang Anqing's dignity, and will not show too much love for Song Jue in front of him.But today he no longer has any scruples, and said to his father openly: "Dad, I have grown up. Because of you and Uncle Song, I live happily every day. I hope you can be like me."

Immediately, Yang Anqing's eyes became moist. In his impression, Yang Yang was still that toddler, the brat who was always making trouble and getting into trouble, but he didn't expect that he had grown into a sensible and filial boy. On that day 11 years ago, he had Yang Yang, which changed his life.

Song Jue was also very moved. Yang Anqing taught the children very well, as strong and kind as he was, but his unqualified father had just begun to learn how to raise children.He missed too many moments of children's growth, and every second now is precious to him.

He hugged Yang Yang, and then hugged Yang Anqing, who had red eyes, into his arms. These were the two most important people in his life, and he would dedicate the rest of his life to them.

All the good times come to an end. Under Yang Anqing's urging, Yang Yang reluctantly said goodbye to them and went to bed obediently.Song Jue was washing the dishes in the kitchen, while Yang Anqing was a little dizzy from the alcohol, and leaned back on the sofa with her eyes closed.

Song Jue, who came out of the kitchen, saw this scene: Yang Anqing's face was slightly drunk, two blushes hung on his cheeks, his eyelashes were cast in a shadow by the soft light, his rosy lips were slightly parted, White and neat teeth can be vaguely seen.

Time seemed to go back to 18 years ago, only their dormitory was quiet, and the cicada cries from outside the window broke the silence of the night. They hid in the cramped small bed, feeling the heat in each other's body with their bodies.

Almost instantly, a raging flame burst out of Song Jue's body.

He held his breath, and slowly approached Yang Anqing. When he sat down on his body, he could almost smell the sweet scent that was tempting to explore, how familiar and strange it was.

He approached him cautiously. The person in front of him had a face that didn't match his age. Even though he was nearly forty years old, he felt that he was still as cute and straightforward as before. It made his heart itch every night, making it difficult to sleep.

He has endured it for ten years, and the person he misses is close at hand, and Song Jue has already heard the sound of rational collapse in his head.

At this moment, as if sensing something, Yang Anqing suddenly opened his eyes.His eyes were a little confused, filled with water vapor, and the light made him unable to open his eyes, so he could only squint and look at the man above his head.

"Song... Jue..."

Is this the Song Jue he knew?Why does it feel so strange to him?Who is Song Jue?That is an extremely selfish, arrogant and heartless person, how could it make people feel so at ease like now?Those gentle eyes made him feel like he was in a hot spring, and he was so light and comfortable that he wanted to sleep.

If Song Jue is like this...then he can try to fall in love with him...

Yang Anqing was dizzy, and couldn't tell whether he was in a dream or reality. He saw Song Jue's face gradually enlarged, and then a pair of fiery lips pressed against it.

Long-lost kiss, thirsty lips, long-awaited lover...

All this made Song Jue lose his mind, and the moment he touched Yang Anqing, he began to frantically ravage those soft lips.Under his fierce offensive, Yang Anqing let out an unbearable groan. His lips were swollen and congested by the opponent's bite. The violent kiss made him feel painful. greedily absorbing.

Gradually, Yang Anqing stopped resisting, and put his hand on the opponent's neck, and his tongue entangled with the opponent's neck without avoiding it.

The sound of wet water reminds me in the living room that the two overlapping male bodies are like crazy beasts, wildly exploring every part of each other's body, feeling the mutual warmth with their hands, lips, and skin.

Whether it is body or soul, they have been empty for too long. Only by breaking each other apart and swallowing each other can they fill up the lack and regret of the entire ten years...