In the name of father

Xiao Mo, "..."

"Do you have any last words to say?" Xiao Yan hung up the phone, put the phone back in his pocket, thought for a while and glanced at the man who was hesitant to speak, and added, "Think carefully before swearing, if you say too much I might take you back to the police station for two or three days for 'assaulting the police'."

Xiao Mo, "..."

shit

No matter how many years have passed, as long as Xiao Yan faces Xiao Yan, what Xiao Mo wants to do most is to beat his son. s things.

The black-haired man thought for a while, then glanced at Xiao Yan, "What did your brother say?"

"Let me tell you, Lisa really didn't go to work, and he really went to find Lisa. I was going to take the initiative to make the call—an interlude—but he answered it very happily at the first time," When the man was busy rolling his eyes at the ceiling, Xiao Yan said in a lazy tone, "And Lisa is not his girlfriend, and finally—"

"Last what?"

The smile on Xiao Yan's lips became clearer: "Let you stay at home obediently and wait for him to come back to take care of you."

"..."

"I added this sentence." After admiring the man's blank face for a while, the second young master of the Xiao family shrugged his shoulders and confessed honestly.

Seeing his son begging for a beating, Xiao Mo exerted more force on his hands on the stove. At the same time, Xiao Yan let go of the man's chin, narrowed his eyes slightly and moved closer to him. After saying a word, his lips could touch Xiao Mo's - because of this, Xiao Mo, who was already stuck to the cold cabinet, had to shrink his neck and hide...

However, in Xiao Yan's view, this kind of behavior happened to be...a manifestation of a guilty conscience.

But the second young master of the Xiao family did not show the slightest displeasure, and there was even a smile that was warm enough for the spring breeze on the corner of his lips.

"I'm curious about what you and the kidnapper have done to make him give suggestions on your outfits," Xiao Yan said slowly in a simple and not very threatening tone, "This kind of miraculous thing is written word for word. No one should believe the report.”

"Nothing," Xiao Mo said in a calm tone, "just chatting occasionally."

Xiao Yan didn't speak, he looked at the man's black pupils, and moved closer to the man's avoiding direction as if on purpose - so even if Xiao Mo was about to sit on the stove at this moment, He still couldn't distance himself from Xiao Yan.

a long time.

"Hide what?"

"You're too close." The man's eyelashes trembled.

"I'm talking to you, Dad, how can you hear me if you're not close?" Xiao Yan smiled, "Did you get so close when you were 'chatting' with that kidnapper?"

"Nonsense."

"Then explain, where did the buttons on your shirt go when you were in that factory?"

Xiao Mo stopped talking, the youngest son's observation ability shocked him——

But at this time, on the stove behind the two of them, the water in the pot was already boiling——Xiao Yan passed Xiao Mo directly with his long hand, took a pack of instant noodles from behind him and tore it open, neither choosing flavor nor looking at it. Throwing the dough into it...

When he did this, his hands went over the man and passed through his body, which gave Xiao Mo the illusion of being held in his son's arms.

"I can't get close to you?" Xiao Yan asked in a voice without much emotion, as if he was just asking casually out of curiosity, Xiao Mo wanted to answer him, but at this moment, he heard Xiao Yan ask again, " What about Xiao Yan?"

As soon as this question came out, Xiao Mo completely lost interest in answering it - because he knew that no matter how he answered this question, Xiao Yan would not be satisfied.

So the man simply ignored him and turned around, lowered his head and casually picked up another bag of noodles, opened it and opened it—and Xiao Yan, who was standing behind him at this time, was not annoyed because the man ignored him—this time he came back to the Xiao Family The young master seems to have really become more tolerant. According to the past, this situation is enough to make him lose his temper.

But at this moment, he just stood quietly behind the man, watched Xiao Mo throw the newly opened instant noodles into the pot, and then slowly said: "You put in this bag of noodles and the one I put in before. There are different tastes."

"..." Xiao Mo poked in the pot with his chopsticks, "What's the matter, isn't it the same for smooth pancakes?"

Xiao Yan chuckled lightly, as if pointing something, he said, "You mean, it's the same even if you're naked?"

Xiao Mo: "..."

The rogue.

But at this moment, as if the chatterbox had been opened, Xiao Yan became interested. He approached the man from behind without making a move, and put his chin on the man's shoulder purely like a father-son relationship—— Flipping through the unpacked two packs of instant noodles on the stove with his hands, Xiao Yan's voice was as soft as breath when he spoke: "Spicy beef and three delicacies——Dad, do you have any?" People say you have a mix of tastes."

"If you don't like—"

Xiao Mo originally wanted to say that if Xiao Yan didn't like it, he could only put one kind of instant noodle seasoning packet, but unexpectedly, his words were interrupted in the middle of his sentence——

"Dad, which one do you prefer, spicy beef noodles or three fresh noodles?"

"..."

Xiao Mo turned his head, and then he was not too surprised to see that his son's eyes were full of some kind of deep meaning at this time.

He has been stupid once, of course he won't be stupid again. He didn't think that the youngest son's question at this time was really asking him about his taste, so the black-haired man tilted his head slightly, thought for a while, and looked at each other calmly. Those amber pupils almost said on purpose: "I'm getting old and my stomach is not good. I'd like to leave the spicy food to you young people. I'll just eat three delicacies—"

Before the man finished speaking, he saw Xiao Yan pulling over the basket of washed strawberries on the stove—that was when he and Xiao Yan were walking home during the daytime today, carrying a pole near the neighborhood. I bought it from the old man... In fact, Xiao Yan doesn't eat this kind of fruit with a relatively soft taste, and he wants to buy it because Xiao Mo, a mafia boss, thinks that it's cold and needs to take care of the old man's business...

At this moment of effort, watching his youngest son pick up a bright red strawberry from the basket, the man felt that such a simple action was made by Xiao Yan to make people feel frightened...

"When answering the question, think it over before you speak." The words of the second young master of the Xiao family carried a hint of warning. While speaking, the second young master of the Xiao family put the bright red fruit on the man's lips expressionlessly... …

Xiao Mo pursed his lips and looked at his younger son, but the other party stared at him calmly, until the man couldn't stand the overly enthusiastic gaze and obediently opened his mouth, then he threw the strawberry in with satisfaction——Looked at the man Closing her upper lip, a small piece of bright red flesh was faintly exposed from her lip, and her amber pupils were slightly dark...

"You'd better keep me away from Li Tang in the future."

Xiao Yan said lightly, stretched out his hand, and gently wiped the strawberry juice from the corner of the man's lips. Originally, he wanted to wipe it on the man's bib, but after thinking about it, he turned his wrist direction, directly bring your finger to your lips and lick it off.

"I didn't do it by myself this time either." Xiao Mo said, staring at his son's movements.

"No one can guarantee this. I think you are very immoral—maybe my brother thinks so too. Did you see that he was completely worried before he went out just now? Do you think he was worried about me? Did you do something to you?" Xiao Yan showed a sarcastic expression.

"..."

Damn it, to be told that he has no morals by his son who has never known what morality is... Xiao Mo was silently upset, and retorted: "Otherwise?"

Xiao Yan picked up another strawberry and stuffed it into the man's mouth, watched him eat it obediently, and then slowly said: "He is afraid that you will seduce me."

"fart."

Xiao Mo immediately felt that this was the funniest joke he had heard this year, and he probably could count on this joke to be happy until the new year.

After being strongly despised, Xiao Yan was not angry but just smiled. This attitude made Xiao Mo a little confused about what he wanted to do. However, at this moment, he saw Xiao Yan pointing at his back. The pot of boiling water: "Dad, don't you think there are two flavors of instant noodles in one pot? It's already crowded. If you throw in another pack of other flavors, no one knows if it will happen." What terrible chemistry."

Xiao Mo looked back at the soup pot behind him, it wasn't crowded at all, and there would still be room for throwing two or three bags into it.

But at this moment, a big warm hand pinched his chin, and twisted his hand back a bit: "Look, you still haven't admitted that you have no morals, your eyes just now clearly said—you still want to go Just put a few more packets of noodles in the pot to be satisfied."

"……I do not have."

Xiao Mo said lightly, with a normal tone, as if he was really just discussing the pot of instant noodles with his son at this moment—the man found that he didn't want to correct those strange verbs that Xiao Yan used that were not very appropriate In fact, when his youngest son uttered such ordinary words, there was a hint of pornography in them. Xiao Mo knew that he could not directly expose Xiao Yan or tell him to shut up, because according to Xiao Yan's character, It is very likely that after being protested, they will laugh at him for thinking too much.

At this time, Xiao Yan had already reached out and took a pack of instant noodles from behind the man—the one with spicy beef flavor. He shook out the seasoning pack from the inside, tore it open and sprinkled it into the pot. His whole body was pressed against the man's body, and he said in a very coaxing tone while sprinkling: "Dad, you have eaten the three delicacies for five years, and you still haven't gotten tired of it?..."

Xiao Mo: "..."

Xiao Yan, do you know Xiao Yan that you are so lewd at home?

"If it's me who eats that kind of tepid noodles, I might just fall asleep on the dining table halfway through eating." Xiao Yan took the chopsticks and stirred the instant noodles in the pot skillfully. Then I grabbed two eggs that had been prepared a long time ago, and instead of breaking them in a hurry, I stopped and patted Xiao Mo's back with the hand holding the chopsticks, "Would you like to try the spicy flavor tonight?" ?”

"... I ate it five years ago."

"what about the taste?"

"After eating, I still remember the feeling of stomach pain five years later."

"...That's because you didn't put your heart into tasting it," Xiao Yan chuckled after a moment of silence, "Perhaps the manufacturer has changed the formula in the past five years, making it suitable for old, weak, sick and disabled people like you—"

"Did Hedinghong or rat poison be added to the formula?"

Xiao Mo's words fell, and then he pursed his lips and frowned slightly. The man regretted that he had said too much at the moment - however, at this moment, Xiao Yan, who was pressed on him and was named Hedinghong Additive, sneered. He laughed loudly, and he laughed so hard that the tall figure pressing on the man trembled, his laughter spread to Xiao Mo through the vibration of his chest, but the man felt...

Inexplicably, I feel uncomfortable.

From the moment he kicked Xiao Yan out of the house, Xiao Mo knew that he would never be able to be equal again - he felt guilty towards Xiao Yan, and when he persuaded himself several times to put down his face and try to ease the relationship between father and son Every time he was rejected, he shrank back into his shell like a tortoise.

When facing Xiao Yan, even Xiao Mo himself felt that he was a coward.

The hands that were originally hanging on the sides of the body also involuntarily and quietly raised up, in a somewhat hesitant posture, lifted up, hanging in the air not far from the waist of the body that was pressing on him.

Hesitating whether to let it go or not.

I am also worried that if I let it go, will it have other new meanings for their father and son...

While Xiao Mo was hesitating, Xiao Yan made a new move. The egg he knocked against the edge of the pot seemed to be a little harder—probably very hard, which caused the whole egg to burst, and the mixture of egg white and egg yolk was only Half of it fell into the pot with the outer shell, and the rest was splashed on Xiao Mo's white shirt——

Xiao Mo was slightly taken aback by the cold touch.

"It wasn't intentional." Xiao Yan said lightly, watching the man turn around to find a rag to wipe himself——

Just when Xiao Mo stood on tiptoe and tried to open the cupboard above his head to find a clean rag, a big hand suddenly stretched out from behind him, and closed the cupboard door heavily with a "bang"—the force made the whole The combination of hanging cabinets trembled... Xiao Mo was taken aback for a moment, his heart skipped a beat, and he was about to turn around and ask Xiao Yan what this meant, but at this moment, a pair of big hands were stuck around his waist, directly shaking his whole body. He picked it up and put it on the stove——

Xiao Mo is only half a head shorter than Xiao Yan, and this action is actually not very aesthetically pleasing when used on a big man like Xiao Mo - even though Xiao Yan easily completed him.

"what are you doing?"

Xiao Mo glanced at the expressionless younger son strangely, but found that the other party was not looking at him, he just stretched out his long hand without saying a word to turn off the still burning stove, turned around and saw the man making an attempt When jumping back to the ground position from the stove, he directly pressed his shoulders and pushed him back.

Xiao Yan's complexion was not very good-looking.

This meant that when he pinched the man's chin and gnawed on those thin lips in the next second, he used a lot of force—the dangerous aura that seemed to be born on the young police officer was completely released in an instant... ...It was as if the whole man was to be dismantled, stuffed into a pot, boiled, and eaten. It was completely different from Xiao Yan's unhurried and gradual kiss. Xiao Yan was like a rushing beast. , there was no room for negotiation at all, he drove straight in, the tip of his tongue compulsively pushed open the man's teeth, poked in, and invaded every corner...

Xiao Mo was bitten in pain.

He sat on the cold stove, a little taller than Xiao Yan, which meant that the man had to lower his head slightly when they kissed—to be precise, he was forced to lower his head by Xiao Yan, because in Xiao Yan Before letting him go with satisfaction, one of his hands grabbed Xiao Mo's hair and pressed it to the back of his head...

When both parties were a little unstable, the second young master of the Xiao family mercifully let go of the man—at this time, with a pair of watery and foggy black hands that looked a bit absent-minded, and the corners of his lips were even hanging. The saliva that didn't have time to swallow, but behind Xiao Yan's hand trying to wipe it off for him, the man stared at his young son's handsome face, and said abruptly: "Are you in a hurry?"

"What?" Xiao Yan stared at Xiao Mo's red and swollen lips bitten by him, and asked subconsciously.

"Your kissing skills are terrible." Xiao Mo said, "Also, can you let go of my hair?"

"..." Xiao Yan let go of his hand.

The man raised his hand and rubbed his hair to relax his sore scalp: "If I have to risk baldness every time to kiss you, I begin to suspect that you really don't have a girlfriend—"

"Why, do you think I'm joking?" Xiao Yan had a rare look of embarrassment on his face, "You say my kissing skills are bad, and you're going to die, don't you--you are very skilled?"

Xiao Mo: "..."

Looking at the man with a face full of regret for throwing a rock at his own foot, Xiao Yan felt that he had regained some ground, he stretched out a hand, and lifted the man's jaw like a hooligan: "I talk to Xiao Yan every day. 'Diligent' 'practice'?"

Xiao Mo: "..."

"You don't need to make excuses to lie to me. I went into your bedroom to see when you were taking a shower just now." Xiao Yan raised the corners of his eyes, looking at the man's flustered eyes when he heard that he had entered the bedroom, he didn't care. He moved, and even enjoyed admiring the panicked appearance of the man in front of him because of a certain sentence of his. He sneered, leaned closer to the man, and said in a very ambiguous tone next to his ear, "The smell in the room..."

Xiao Mo opened his eyes slightly.

"Very wonderful."

After Xiao Yan finished speaking, he pushed away a little, and watched the man in front of him turn from white to red, then green, and finally turned red like a boiled shrimp again. Facing Xiao Mo's glare, the handsome young man stood with arms folded. He looked very calm, until the man sitting on the stove made a gesture of jumping down——

Only then did he step forward calmly, and firmly received the man who was about to jump back to the ground into his arms——

Xiao Yan's movements went as planned, as if Xiao Mo was planning to throw himself into his arms, and he was just reluctantly catching it...

"Oh," the young police officer whistled and said jokingly, "It's so enthusiastic."

Xiao Mo was so angry that he didn't push Xiao Yan away. He turned around while still in the arms of his youngest son, and wanted to reach out to touch something on the stove—Xiao Yan saw the man stretching his paws towards the stove. When putting the kitchen knife on the shelf, he grabbed his waist and dragged him away for the first time - he didn't go far, just turned around, and put the man who was not much shorter than him and almost the same size easily on the dining table superior--

"What are you doing?" Xiao Yan said with a smile, "You want to chop me with a kitchen knife? Really sue you for 'assaulting the police'."

"Sir, I think you are more like a hooligan than a hooligan." Xiao Mo said expressionlessly.

"It's nothing," Xiao Yan replied, "The more rogue ones are yet to come."

While speaking in a very calm tone, before Xiao Mo even had time to react to what happened, Xiao Yan directly raised his hand and pulled the man's pants down!

——Xiao Mo was wearing very ordinary home trousers, the trousers were very thin, and the waistband was just an elastic band that could be pulled off casually. Suddenly, the whole legs were exposed to the air, and Xiao Mo fell down subconsciously. Taking a breath, I felt goosebumps visible to the naked eye rushing out on my thighs!

"what are you doing?!"

"Fuck you."

Xiao Yan said in a very serious tone, his tall body was stuck between Xiao Mo's legs, his hand unimpededly penetrated into the man's shirt twice, even touched the well-maintained shirt The skin and the properly tensed muscles let out a sigh, and those slightly rough hands ignited fires all over the man's body. When he touched the slightly wet and sticky touch on his back, he paused and raised his eyebrows suddenly , lowered his head and said to the man in his arms: "The shirt is also stained by eggs, do you want to take it off too?"

"No."

"Objection is invalid," Xiao Yan said shamelessly, "The correct answer is 'yes'."

After finishing speaking, he didn't know where the damage came from his body, so he tore open the man's shirt with just one hand——

At the same time, as if he had eyes on the top of his head, he raised his big hand and firmly clasped the man's clenched fist, which was about to hit him on the head. Behind him, at the same time, the body was firmly stuck between the man's legs, and he was tightly and seamlessly fitted together——

In this way, Xiao Mo completely lost the opportunity to attack with his legs!

Lowering his head, his amber pupils with a slight smile met the man's eyes, Xiao Yan smiled slightly: "When I was practicing free combat in the police academy, I was always the one who learned the most seriously—really It's not that I want to study hard, it's just that Xiao Yan reminded me intentionally or unintentionally before, I heard that you are very good at fighting."

At this time, Xiao Mo scolded Xiao Yan's "generosity and friendliness" ten thousand times in his heart, and almost breathed out in anger: "Shameless!"

"It's better to be shameless than to have a penis kicked off by your biological father." Xiao Yan said with a cheeky face, and with a smile, he planted a resounding kiss on the disheveled man's face——

Then, Xiao Mo was completely overturned by him on the dining table.

The panties were also stripped off neatly.

With a bang, the whole person fell on the table top of the dining table. Hearing the unbearable creaking sound of the solid wood dining table, at this moment, only one piece of the man's body was left wide open, and it was almost completely pulled off without any cover. white shirt, and the cooking bib that was stretched askew over him.

At this time, compared to the warm skin that was suddenly exposed to the cold, Xiao Yan's big hands on the man's buttocks were extremely hot. He clasped the man's ankles, and moved his fair legs from left to right. It was allocated and wrapped around his waist... At the back, the shirt was torn apart, and the knot on the bib that was fixed behind the back rubbed against his back with every small movement and even breathing, making it itchy and uneasy.

But at this time, Xiao Mo focused all his attention on the organ that was quietly dormant between his legs just a second ago, and it was thus openly exposed to the air... and, almost irresistibly, Through the layer of fabric of Xiao Yan's slacks, it fit seamlessly with his big dick...

He could almost feel Xiao Yan's dick beating under his crotch.

Xiao Mo's brain was buzzing, thinking that his entire buttocks were hanging above the dining table—if his legs were not hanging on his son's thin waist with a little force, his whole body would probably be due to gravity. Sliding directly to the ground—a thin layer of sweat broke out from the man's forehead, and he hesitated between "wanting to escape from the throbbing organ that is obviously gradually waking up" and "falling on the ground and hurting myself" , constantly swaying back and forth...

And as if the current situation wasn't bad enough, and at the same time, Xiao Yan's middle finger silently started from the end of the man's tailbone and slid all the way down, poking into the man's buttocks lightly. between--

That feeling reminded Xiao Mo of what his eldest son did about an hour ago.

The man's face instantly burned up——

However, Xiao Yan's movements were a little different from that, he did not directly touch the entrance hidden behind the deep ditch, however, the teasing, if there was nothing there, as if he was trying to get him, succeeded in making the man Her waist was stretched straight, the corners of her lips were trembling slightly, and even her toes were slightly raised...

Xiao Yan's slender fingertips finally rested on the man's groin.

Xiao Mo's heart skipped a beat, he raised his head, and looked at his son's pair of amber pupils——

The face in front of him was very familiar to him.

However, the flames dancing in those eyes seemed to be a silent warning, the alarm bell in the brain sounded, and Xiao Mo had never realized more clearly than this moment——

In front of him was Xiao Yan.

After five years, he is back.