Fawn

The manager left, but Cheng Shiteng did not move.Sitting quietly in the big sofa chair, he closed his eyes, thinking about things on his own.

Otherwise, he has nothing else to do.I can't go home anymore. When his wife was virtuous and virtuous, he was already an eyesore, but now that she has become a stalking hag, he has to stay away from her.Living alone in this small mansion, he is quite free, but unfortunately the cold weather made him suffer from old injuries.Now his head doesn't hurt very much, and the pain has automatically shifted to his legs.Headaches can be relieved by sticking plasters; leg pains have no cure and can only be borne.

At this moment, he is in pain, so painful that he has no interest in going out to spend time and drink.The oblique rear of the sofa chair was a corner of the large writing desk. He turned his back and grabbed the cane leaning on the back of the chair, and skillfully used it to knock on the electric bell on the corner of the desk.

After a while, the door opened, and a boy of seventeen or eighteen came in, and asked with a smile, "What's your order?"

Cheng Shiteng said nothing, just tapped his right calf lightly with his cane.

The older child understood, and immediately walked up to him and knelt down, stretched out his hand and moved his right foot, which was wearing a leather shoe, into his arms.Immediately after rubbing his hands together to warm them up, he reached in through his trousers and began to massage Cheng Shiteng's calf.And Cheng Shiteng leaned back lazily, as if he was about to doze off, he leaned his face on the back of the chair and closed his eyes, but after a few minutes, he silently opened his eyes and raised his head, but there was no warning. Raised the cane.

The tip of the cane landed on the big boy's head, and gently played with his short black and thick hair.The big boy immediately raised his eyes and smiled at him. His eyes were big and his smile was sweet. He had a good face with dimples.

He laughed, but Cheng Shiteng didn't.The tip of the stick picked the big boy's chin, and he looked at him thoughtfully.

When he had looked at him enough, he tapped the other person's shoulder with his cane, and at the same time said in a low voice: "You are from the old man's side, right?"

The big boy nodded, and replied in a very clear voice: "Well, the general asked me to come and serve the uncle."

After the words fell, he was very obedient, and smiled again at Cheng Shiteng.

Cheng Shiteng laughed: "Is it to serve me, or to make eyeliner for him?"

The big boy was stunned for a moment, then he blinked his big eyes and replied, "I'm really here to serve you."

Cheng Shiteng put his cane behind his back on the desk, then crossed his fingers on his abdomen, closed his eyes and leaned back: "Okay, then you can serve!"

In the next few days, Cheng Shiteng did not go to see his father.

He waited patiently for the deer's reply, and at the same time used the fake at home with eyes that resembled the deer.But before the reply came, Cheng Tingli's call arrived first.The son obeys the call and goes to visit his father.Cheng Tingli is still living in the mansion in the Italian Concession, and after he entered the door, he walked to the study with ease.When he really entered the study room, he saw his father sitting behind the large writing desk with a clean boy standing beside him, it was Xiao Han.

Sitting down on the chair in front of the writing desk, he didn't say hello to his old man, but just said, "Hey, you brought this little lunatic back again?"

The little lunatic gave him a cold look, then stepped forward and walked to Cheng Tingli's side, and sat down on the floor without making a sound.The writing desk is very tall, and he has a thin and small stature, so if he sits down like this, he won't be in the way of other people's eyes.Raising his hand to embrace Cheng Tingli's calf, he tilted his head and rested on the other's thigh, with a very peaceful expression.

Cheng Tingli glanced at his son, then lowered his eyes with a half-smile, fiddling with a pen, hesitant to speak.Last time he really made up his mind to get rid of Xiao Han, but in front of him, Xiao Han tore up a check worth tens of thousands of dollars and scattered flowers on a goddess.He told Xiao Han to get out, and Xiao Han really got out, and rolled outside the gate of the mansion, standing upright from morning to night, when it was dark at night, he was neither hungry nor cold, and continued to stand like a wooden sculpture made of clay.Cheng Tingli came in and out and passed the gate, Xiao Han stared at him fixedly, and didn't step forward to cry and pester him.

He stood there for three days and three nights, and on the morning of the fourth day, Cheng Tingli was almost dumbfounded, went out to him and asked, "Son, what are you thinking?"

Xiao Han looked at him, and suddenly trembled, a big tear came out of the corner of his eye.He has a handsome appearance, and when he cries, he is pear blossoms with rain, so pitiful and very touching.Immediately, he took a step forward and hugged Cheng Tingli, he cried out wheezingly, his two thin arms strangled Cheng Tingli, it was so tight that he trembled.

"Don't drive me away..." He choked up and said to Cheng Tingli: "I can be your cow or a horse... just let me be by your side..."

Cheng Tingli was a little moved when he heard this, but at the same time he was very puzzled: "At my age——"

Before he finished speaking, Xiao Han rushed to speak: "I like you."

After Xiao Han held Cheng Tingli and cried for a while, he was finally able to enter the gate of Cheng's mansion again.That night, he tried his best to coax Cheng Tingli to be happy.Although Cheng Tingli was not interested in Xiao Han, but Xiao Han's menacing love for him made him feel a little fresh.But the house in the family is big, and there are many people who are similar to Xiao Han. Multiple Xiao Hans are nothing, so Cheng Tingli allowed him to stay again.

Putting down his pen and raising his head, Cheng Tingli decided to get to the point: "Have you not been home for another half a month?"

Cheng Shiteng saw a flat gold-plated cigarette case thrown on the desk, leaned over, took the case, opened it, and put a cigarette in his mouth: "Yes."

Cheng Tingli thought for a while, and suddenly frowned slightly: "Your young mistress, is she still a big girl?"

Cheng Shiteng couldn't find a match, so he took out a lighter from his trouser pocket.Pressing out the flame and smoking the cigarette, he nodded again: "Yeah."

Cheng Tingli furrowed his eyebrows thoroughly: "You bastard! You have already married people into your family, so is it that difficult for you to make a seed?"

Since the father is so outspoken, the son naturally has no taboos: "Like a father, like a son, I will follow you."

"Follow me? If you follow me, where is my grandson?"

Cheng Shiteng exhaled a straight line of blue smoke: "It's a muscle on his mother's calf."

Cheng Tingli laughed angrily at him, and after laughing, he felt that his smile was too kind and would make his son slap his nose, so he immediately turned into a stern face: "Stupid seed, how dare you talk to me! You treat your young mistress like this! , how can I have the nerve to meet your father-in-law?"

After hearing this, Cheng Shiteng was not moved.He had never seen Lao Bai as his father-in-law. Recently, Lao Bai had suffered a little setback in his official career. In his eyes, he became more and more just Lao Bai.His father had no face to meet Lao Bai, but he had face, because Lao Bai's daughter scratched him all over his face, and he didn't fight back, which was enough for Lao Bai's face.

"She said she was going to divorce me." Cheng Shiteng said again without warning: "I said it last month."

Cheng Tingli immediately stared: "Divorce? Nonsense! How can there be such a thing as divorce in our family?"

Cheng Shiteng didn't answer his father's words, and continued on his own: "I agree."

"you--"

Cheng Shiteng reached forward and extinguished half of the cigarette in the ashtray on the desk: "It's fine if you leave, but if you live with me, you'll be a widow. Why don't you find someone else? She's not very old, and she looks good. What are you looking for?" Can't find it?"

After hearing his understatement, Cheng Tingli was so angry that he immediately wanted to use force against him.But his grandson is still missing, and his only son suffers from headaches and foot pains all day long, which makes him less and less afraid to teach his son with a stick.At this moment, Cheng Shiteng hesitated and spoke again: "Father."

Cheng Tingli looked up at him: "Huh?"

Cheng Shiteng wanted to say that Xiaolu cut off the way of making money for his father and son, although it was only one of the ways, but it was enough to cause trouble.But after thinking about it, he changed the subject temporarily: "Zhao Zhensheng's skill in recruiting soldiers and horses is really not small. I think he gave a lot to a single deer."

Cheng Tingli thought of Xiao Lu's current development situation, his expression remained unchanged, and he didn't speak a word—he really underestimated this child at the beginning, he always thought that this child should be a copy of Adjutant Lu, no matter how powerful he was, he couldn't be much more powerful, how could he know? As the son said, his father is his father, and he is him.

Cheng Shiteng didn't wait for his father's agreement, so he added another sentence on his own: "One Zhao Zhensheng has fulfilled Lu Ziping."