In the name of father

"..."

"Xiao Mo, do you want me to beat you or kiss you, do you want to choose one?"

"Beating Lao Tzu will be struck by lightning."

"You're asking me to kiss you,"

"Incest dies and goes to hell."

"..."

Xiao Mo and his son met each other in silence for a while, and he knew that although Xiao Yan didn't say anything, he was actually angry—from the amber pupils that were too calm looking at him at this moment. can see...

The man felt restless, subconsciously touched the head of the bed, took a pack of cigarettes, took out a cigarette from it, and put it to his lips. He didn't light it, but just held it to his lips.

"Light it up." The man spoke vaguely with a cigarette in his mouth.

"..."

"Son," Xiao Mo repeated, "light the fire for Dad."

For a short while, Xiao Yan didn't move, he just half-bent and stood by the bed hanging in the air and pressed himself on the man. The young master of the Xiao family had dangerous eyes, and Xiao Mo almost thought that he was about to make a move. When he was about to attack, he suddenly stood up, took out a lighter from his pocket and lit the cigarette for Xiao Mo, but before the man took a puff, he directly took the cigarette from him. He took it away from his mouth and put it in his own.

Xiao Mo watched his cheap son complete the whole movement without even a second.

Did not get up to stop him.

Nothing was said.

As if the other party had noticed the man's gaze, the young man's handsome face suddenly showed a shallow and evil smile that didn't fit his personality - for a moment, Xiao Mo even thought that Xiao Yan was talking to his friend again. What kind of game does brother play to exchange identities... It's just that those amber pupils that looked too cold made Xiao Mo realize that he definitely didn't recognize the wrong person...

At this time, Xiao Yan took the cigarette that Xiao Mo had held in his mouth, and deliberately held the position where Xiao Mo bit a small tooth mark on the butt of the cigarette.

Xiao Mo's gaze stayed on the lips of the eldest son.

The thin lips, which were always pursed into a mean arc, were holding his favorite tobacco brand at this moment, slightly curved, showing a mocking expression.

"..." Xiao Mo bravely looked into the other's eyes, "When did you learn to smoke?"

"I've been an adult for a long time, Dad." Xiao Yan sneered, but there was not much smile in his tone——

When Xiao Yan was talking, he stared at his father who was half lying on the bed from the beginning to the end, looked at his messy nightgown that was slightly lifted up to reveal half of his calf because of the action of being knocked down by him just now, looked at him Calmly looking at his fair and delicate face, finally, the young man's gaze settled on the man's chest——

As if he had noticed the elder son's gaze, the man paused, and subconsciously put his hand on the edge of the bathrobe, and instantly felt that he had become a primary school student whose appearance was inspected by the director of the Political and Education Department...

And judging from the expression of the "Director of Politics and Education", the result of the inspection is probably...unqualified.

"..." Xiao Mo felt a little parched—he never knew that a simple action of holding tobacco at the corner of his lips could be so erotic...Xiao Yan's eyes made him feel hot—— For a moment, he felt as if his cheap son in front of him was going to swallow his father alive...

"——If you always look at the people below with this kind of eyes, I probably know why those people who have been trained by you personally always seem to have seen a ghost when they hear the name of the young master of the Xiao family."

Xiao Mo sat up a little bit, he raised his arms - the bathrobe slid from the man's smooth white wrist all the way to the elbow, Xiao Yan's eyes became a little dark, he rarely lost his mind, and this time He didn't seem to realize what happened. He only felt the man's slender, white fingertips swaying slightly in front of him, and the next second, the corners of his lips were empty. Only then did he realize that the tobacco had returned to Xiao Mo's lips.

The black-haired man took a deep breath of tobacco and frowned: "You said you didn't do it."

"I'm sick?" Xiao Yan chuckled, raised his body slightly to distance himself from Xiao Mo, and there was a flash of playfulness in his amber pupils, "This is our own My family’s business, I’m here to smash my own business?”

Xiao Mo had to admit that he was pleased by his son's phrase "my own home".

"I'm afraid many people think you did it now," Xiao Mo changed into a more comfortable position, and this time the expression on Xiao Mo's face became a little more relaxed. The eldest son at his bedside said lightly, "Words about the handling of Hall Master Huang last week have spread. You have used the 'hound dogs' of the Xiao family. Moreover, what happened to Hall Master Li's family this time is also very similar. It's the 'hound dog' method - the arm was neatly cut off, you'd better notice the expressions of the brothers who just carried the stump."

"I noticed it." Xiao Yan said, "But they can't be sure if it's me."

Xiao Mo thought for a while, then asked again: "How did you deal with Hall Master Huang's arm that was cut off that day?"

"..." Xiao Yan was silent for a moment, and finally he stared into the man's eyes, his thin lips parted slightly, "Meat grinder."

"..." Xiao Mo realized that he didn't want to express any opinion on Xiao Yan's decisiveness in handling the matter at all. The man just pretended that he had heard a very common way of handling the matter, nodded slightly and continued, "Someone else saw it. ?”

"No."

Xiao Yan answered absolutely.

"Has no one seen Hallmaster Huang's wound?"

"No."

"Then I would like to know, if you didn't leak it on purpose, why now it seems that the whole world knows how the 'hounds' treated Mr Huang that day, I suspect that even the aunt who sweeps the floor in the venue probably knows What happened at the Seafood Restaurant... Then after a few days, the same method appeared on Hall Master Li again, as if someone couldn't wait to use Xiao's family again in private. hound'--"

Xiao Mo stopped talking halfway, he raised his head and looked at Xiao Yan silently.

The young master of the Xiao family didn't speak, he stared at the man for a while, then stretched out his hand, slightly bent his index finger to hook the man's chin and lifted it up, his amber pupils looked into the eyes of the black-haired man, and smiled With a smile: "Continue, what do you want to say?"

"Congratulations, you have offended someone," Xiao Mo said without much expression on his face, "and you are still at the hall master level."

There was no surprised reaction to the man's words.

On the contrary, Xiao Yan just smiled - he was very satisfied that the man's thinking almost without resistance went directly to another direction after his simple denial instead of continuing to doubt him... As if rewarding a pet, young man He gently teased the man's jaw with his fingertips as if reluctant to part with him for a while, the young man silently moved his hand away, and was about to say something, but at this moment, the door of Xiao Mo's room was once again opened by someone. push from the outside—

"Master..."

"Won't knock on the door?"

The voices of Xiao Qi and Xiao Yan sounded almost simultaneously.

Xiao Yan didn't turn his head in a hurry. He stretched out his hand, and pulled the man's slightly open nightgown back without haste. It was to cover every inch of the man's body. After finishing this series of actions, the eldest young master of the Xiao family turned around unhurriedly, with a pair of amber pupils flashing an unprecedentedly sharp gaze. Looking at Xiao Qi standing by the door - at this moment, the latter has changed out of his nightgown and put on the banquet dress from last night again.

A solid bodyguard.

It seems that there will never be a second expression on the face other than the noodle stall.

Xiao Yan stared at him for a while, but found that the other party's line of sight was neatly placed in a certain corner of the room from the beginning to the end. Following the other party's gaze, it was not surprising that he saw yesterday's where the gaze stayed. The suit and shirt that Xiao Mo had replaced... Sneered in his heart, but the young master of the Xiao family didn't intend to dismantle the man in the suit. He just sorted out the dress on his body, and before the other party spoke, he seemed to ask casually: " Xiao Qi, I heard that you have a 'hound' that can be used at will."

The most senior killer of the Xiao family, all the missions are completely confidential, and there are only a handful of people who can use them. Even the head of the Xiao family, Xiao Mo, has no right to ask about the missions they have performed-Xiao Yan does not know the Xiao family. The first head of the family met such a strange thing that he set such a rule of abusing himself...

This rule is probably the one that Xiao Yan most wants to overthrow.

To put it simply, he doesn't like people making small moves under his nose, but he has no right to ask.

And it's very likely that Xiao Qi is the one doing the little tricks.

That would be even more annoying.

Thinking of this, Xiao Yan frowned subconsciously, but at this moment he heard Xiao Qi say: "Returning to the young master, there is no 'hound dog' in the punishment hall to accompany the cruise ship tonight. It is also impossible to command nature."

"There are a hundred ways to approach a cruise ship docked on the shore silently." Xiao Yan obviously didn't believe it. "This reason is not valid."

This time, Xiao Qi didn't speak.

The loyal dog lowered his head, lowered his brows slightly, and looked very silent and docile. Instead of answering Xiao Yan's words directly, he raised the corners of his eyes slightly, and quickly glanced at the silent man sitting on the bed: "Master, Are you suspicious of me?"

"I just suspect that there is an inner ghost among us." Before Xiao Yan opened his mouth to mock Xiao Qi, the man smiled relaxedly, "Then let Xiao Yan help me test all the high-level people, don't be sensitive, Xiao Qi, this is just a routine— ——Xiao Yan is still young, and sometimes he seems too impulsive when doing things. You have been in the Xiao family for so many years, and now the Qinglong Hall is maintained by the two of you, so if he makes any mistakes, you must promptly mention them. Hit him."

As soon as the man finished speaking, he felt the young man standing beside him fall into a certain silence almost immediately.

As if quite disdainful, even his breathing became lighter.

Xiao Qi stopped talking, because including him, no one would ever be able to tell whether behind the smiling and speaking of the Mo Ye in the North District, whether the next second would continue to be sunny and clear or a sudden storm.

He always seems to be very careful to avoid all unsafe areas, so he has successfully stayed in front of Xiao Mo for decades without losing arms or legs. At this moment, of course, the man in the suit can hear that his boss is Secretly accusing his son of being "too high-profile", and whether this "accusation" is true or not, only God knows.

Xiao Qi felt that he shouldn't make random guesses, so he just nodded obediently under Xiao Yan's sharp eyes, and then said slowly: "This subordinate is just here to inform Mo Ye that the people from the police station have arrived. I want to ask Mo to go to the police station to make a record."

Xiao Qi's tone was very calm, as if he didn't see the young master of the Xiao family's eyes that instantly became a little dangerous when he heard the word "police station".

He just looked at Xiao Mo, who also fell silent because of the word "police station". When he raised his head, the white face that didn't match his age became as calm as it was at the beginning, and the man even smiled slightly: "Can I go to the police station to 'drink tea'?"

Xiao Qi lowered his head and stopped talking.

"Let them prepare the tea," Xiao Mo extinguished the tobacco from his lips and put it in the delicate ashtray on the bedside table, "Remind me, I'm allergic to tea bags."

Allergies to tea bags are what kind of shitty strange disease, only a genius knows - but none of the people present raised any objections, Xiao Yan helped the man up from the bed, and straightened the man's hair with his own hands: " Do you want me to accompany you?"

"It's not like we're going on a spring outing." Xiao Mo slightly bent his eyes, showing a hint of a smile, "If we bring too many people, the police officer might think we're going to mess things up."

Xiao Yan didn't speak, he just turned around and chose a new set of dark-colored clothes from Xiao Mo's closet and put them on the bed, Xiao Mo even just glanced at them and stopped being picky because he knew that what his son chose must be suitable for him ——After Xiao Yan stripped off his nightgown and buttoned his shirt for him in a magical way, the young man narrowed his eyes and said indifferently: "Sometimes..."

"what?"

"I really want to smash it."

"……what?"

"Police station."

"...Son," Xiao Mo resisted the urge to roll his eyes, "Don't mess around."

"I know," Xiao Yan buttoned the last button of the man's shirt, and said flatly, "Go early and come back early."

As the young man spoke, he glanced at the door from the corner of his eye, but at this time, Xiao Qi closed the door early and went out very consciously. The whole process was silent, and no one even heard the conversation between the father and son in the room. The sound he made when he closed the door—Xiao Mo lazily watched his son retract those little emotions he thought he was hiding, and said nothing——

I hate Xiao Qi, and always run against Xiao Qi without any trace. In this regard, Xiao Yan has become more and more proficient in these years. Sometimes, even Xiao Qi, an old hand, will be planted in Xiao Yan's hands-Xiao Mo doesn't like this kind of behavior. The behavior of fighting in the nest, but when one of them is his son, as long as it does not touch the bottom line of a man, he feels that it is actually harmless with double standards...

The big deal is just lost a little stuff.

As long as the son is happy.

On the surface, the brothers at the bottom probably think that the young master of the Xiao family and the housekeeper of the Xiao family, Brother Qi, have a very good relationship...

Xiao Yan could probably fool others.

But only Xiao Mo, the man thinks that no one in the world knows his son better than him.

Thinking of this, the man's fingertips lightly slid over the tie on the shirt—the tie that his eldest son had just tied for him. The dark blue and silver diagonal stripes matched the light blue shirt very well. The fingertips stopped thoughtfully, and called Xiao Yan's name.

"Say."

The young man was so close to the man, so close that every time he uttered a syllable, almost all the breath he exhaled sprayed on the man's cheeks.

"Xiao Qi is right. This time, it's because you handled the matter too high-profile and your methods were not gentle enough, so you gave others a chance to take advantage of it."

Xiao Qi raised his eyelids and glanced at the man, without any objection, just nodded slightly.

"The Hound is a good sharp knife, but it's always out there, and when you really need them, you'll find that the knives probably aren't as sharp as they used to be."

Xiao Yan stopped arranging the man's clothes, and at this moment, the man was fully dressed, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror in a well-fitting suit - slender, slender, white beyond his age, and the corners of his lips seemed to be forever With an elegant and decent smile... Xiao Yan walked around behind the man, stretched out his hand from behind and gently wrapped his arms around the man's waist, buried the tip of his tall nose between the man's neck, and took a deep sniff— —

Until the strong arm of the young man quietly left the man's waist with the warmth from its blood.

Only at this time did Xiao Mo hear the elder son's ethereal "Got it".

The man raised the corners of his lips in satisfaction, and this time, even the corners of his eyes were stained with a slight smile.

……

When Xiao Mo got off the boat, he was directly "invited" to the police station respectfully by the car dispatched by the police station.

If you don't count the handcuffs on your hands.

"I'll sue you for defamation." Leaning against the police car, the black-haired man said slowly, curling his lips.

"I'll sue you for assaulting the police." Sitting opposite the man was a familiar superintendent who had been in charge of cases in the North District for a while, so he was familiar with the man, and this guy had a certain sense of humor. He stretched out He untied the handcuffs on one hand of the man and hung them directly on the protective railing of the front seat. He cast a sideways glance at the gangster leader of the North District of K City who was lazily sitting next to him, "the spiritual kind."

Xiao Mo smiled at him: "Are you interrogating me this time?"

"The police academy has sent a new batch of interns," said the old superintendent, "don't scare them."

"for example?"

"This creepy smile is best put away."

Xiao Mo, who was disgusted and laughed horribly, thought for a while. Originally, he wanted to say why the hell did I take care of the "mood" of you newcomers, but after thinking about it, it seemed that he had thought of something. This time, the man was really serious. Nodded: "It's easy to say."

He cooperated so well that even the old police superintendent couldn't help turning his head to look at him - at this moment, the man had returned to his original expressionless appearance, he turned his head slightly and looked out the window until the police car stopped At the gate of the police station, the man looked as if his good mood had been destroyed, and he never said a word...

For Xiao Mo, the police station was almost as familiar as his own place.

Once, when the man left after being inspected, he even pointed out the way for a new trainee superintendent—the little superintendent looked at him with admiration at that time, probably because of the elegant and handsome man in front of him. of men directly regard themselves as their immediate superiors...

So the second time when Xiao Mo sat in front of him in handcuffs, the child seemed very broken.

It can be seen from the frequent twitching of the corners of his lips when he asked questions and took notes.

"Do you want to take a break?" Xiao Mo asked gently.

Seeing that the other party gave him an expression that almost made him cry, Xiao Mo smiled: "I'm serious."

Superintendent: "... You told me where the police station toilet is last time."

Xiao Mo: "Oh, I come here often."

Superintendent: "..."

Xiao Mo: "Where was the question just now? Oh, by the way, I was probably sleeping when the crime happened."

The little superintendent felt that he had to calm down, so he asked, "...are there any witnesses?"

Xiao Mo: "Yes, my son."

Xiao Mo found that the eyes of the little rookie in front of him were tinged with curiosity. He lowered his head as if he had flipped through Xiao Mo's basic information, and then he probably didn't find Xiao Mo's family members. The character's information is indeed protected from being seen by any cat or dog, so the little superintendent stopped worrying about it, and raised his head to ask the man: "Do you... have a son?"

Xiao Mo wanted to know if the tangle on the face of the unlucky boy in front of him was distorted because he accidentally used honorifics for the interrogated suspect... However, the man nodded honestly: " Yes, two."

The little police superintendent paused for a moment, then looked down at the information, only to realize that the fair-skinned man in front of him who looked 27 years old at most was actually 35 years old, and nodded: "According to regulations, if the witness does not reach the age and IQ Standards in the rules—”

"Oh, my son is 21 this year." Xiao Mo said calmly, "He will graduate from K University of Political Science and Law soon, the one on H road."

Superintendent: "..."

Xiao Mo: "Intellectually there should be no problem."

Superintendent: "..."

K Municipal Law University! ! ! !

That is a book that many people can't squeeze their heads into!

And why does your 21 year old son stay up in your room in the middle of the night? ! ! ! !

I don't want to ask this question that seems to get a terrible answer at all! ! ! ! !

The interrogation time finally came to the intermission time, and the little police superintendent stood up as if relieved from a heavy burden, and applied to suspend meditation to recover blood on the spot... Before leaving, he heard the suspect he was interrogating say, "I want to drink milk tea."

The little superintendent's hand on the doorknob stiffened: "...my boss will kill me."

Xiao Mo: "He won't."

Superintendent: "You know him?"

Xiao Mo smiled: "I don't know, but I am a VIP."

The little superintendent said that he had never heard that the police station had opened membership recharge upgrade VIP service, so he got a knowing blow, clicked "yes" and chose to release the soul resurrection in place.

In the end, he leaned on the wall and walked out of the interrogation room with a broken face.

As a result, as soon as the gate of the interrogation city was closed, when he turned around, the unfortunate child saw his boss leaning against the wall with a heavy face, leaning against the wall next to the door, puffing.

This is a very handsome young man with a masculine facial contour.

The dark blue police superintendent's uniform perfectly wrapped up the young man's strong and tall body, and the leather boots on his feet vaguely set off the curve of his strong calf. cast a shadow.

Little Superintendent: "...boss!!!"

The young man called "Boss" by the police superintendent casually extinguished his cigarette on the door frame. He tilted his head, and a platinum-gold halo shone on his earlobe near the ear bone. He frowned, "Call Mao!" ?”

Superintendent: "Smoking is prohibited in the police station..."

"Isn't it extinguished?" The young man asked expressionlessly.

At that moment, the little superintendent almost cried out of fright.

"Also, don't call me that. It will make me think of a hooligan."

"..."

"Did you hear?"

"Understood, Brother Yan!" The little superintendent stood at attention, raised his head and chest and shouted back to the young man who was standing in front of him and was about the same size as himself, "Report to Brother Yan, the prisoner you are in charge of today is still inside!"

"What?" The young man put one hand in his pocket, and pressed the brim of the police cap on his head with the other. "Didn't I already tell you that I'm on duty in the West District today? I can't come back."

Superintendent: "..."

But you are clearly in front of me now.

As if he saw the Spartan face of the little police superintendent in front of him, the young man chuckled lightly, and there was a hint of sarcasm on that handsome face: "You haven't seen me before."

Little Superintendent: "...Don't bring Brother Yan who is playing like this, the one inside..."

At this moment, the young man leaning against the wall stood firm and had already set his eyes on the glass of the door, looking at the interrogation room—it was a kind of one-way viewing glass specially used for interrogation rooms.

Looking at the black-haired man sitting calmly in the interrogation room, and standing outside the interrogation room, the handsome young man's amber pupils looked unusually calm.

"What happened to the people inside?" He heard his voice ask calmly.

With such a voice, he swallowed all the complaints that the little superintendent had already brought to his mouth. He swallowed hard: "He said he wants to drink milk tea."

"..."

"It's too much, right? I've never seen a suspect order me a drink after entering the interrogation room..."

The little superintendent looked at his boss with an innocent face and was silent for a moment.

Five seconds later, the gaze that was so calm and emotionless finally withdrew from the black-haired man in the interrogation room. The young police superintendent with amber pupils looked at his companion in front of him, thought for a while, and said with thin lips. Qi, said lightly: "On the table outside."

The little superintendent was taken aback for a moment: "Huh?"

The handsome young policeman frowned impatiently: "Milk tea."

"...!!!!"

"I said, the milk tea is on the table outside, you take it in and give it to him, then what else do you want to say?"

"Have!"

"Say."

"Brother Yan, why don't you go in and interrogate this suspect yourself?!"

As soon as the words fell, the little superintendent saw the expression of the young man standing in front of him change instantly. Various complex emotions flashed on that handsome and masculine face. In the end, thousands of words were reduced to one sentence— —

"none of your business."