Jiaojiu Nuanyang

After receiving a call from Teacher Huang, Chen Jingdong asked for leave and went straight to Zhenxing Middle School.

"Our school's school rules are relatively strict on smoking." Teacher Huang pushed his glasses: "The first discovery, warning punishment, class review and guarantee letter, parents went to the school to pay a fine of 400 yuan in person. The second discovery , The whole school’s morning exercise time was publicly reviewed, and the parents went to the school to pay a fine of 1000 yuan. The third time, expulsion.”

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Mr. Huang has caused you trouble." Chen Jingdong bowed his head obediently and apologized: "I will definitely criticize him when I go back. You are so young, what kind of cigarettes are you smoking?"

Teacher Huang pointed him in the direction of the financial office where the fines should be paid, and then added a word of genius: "Parents should also set an example and smoke less in front of their children. It is best not to smoke."

wipe!Chen Jingdong swayed his feet, and felt guilty for a moment, as if he had returned to the time when he was secretly smoking in school and was discovered by the teacher in charge, and all kinds of rats were uneasy when they saw a cat.

Going home from get off work in the afternoon, which is rare these days, Fang Kun is at home.

With a sullen face, Chen Jingdong raised his chin at the boy: "Talk?"

The corners of Fang Kun's mouth twitched, he was strong on the outside but in the middle, with a bit of indifference: "Isn't it just smoking and being caught? What a big deal."

Chen Jingdong's fire was immediately doused with gasoline: "Is there any reason for you to smoke?"

"Don't tell me you never smoked when you were in school." The child raised his eyebrows with a half-smile, as if you could do anything to me.

"Fang Kun." Chen Jingdong took a deep breath and warned himself not to get angry, not to get angry, Buddha nature: "A review and guarantee letter that can't be less than [-] words, do you think it's an honor?"

The child tilted his head and murmured, "How childish to write a guarantee at such a young age."

Chen Jingdong felt his fists itch.This kid is so annoying.

In order not to get angry and have a heart attack, Chen Jingdong decided to calm down and talk about this matter after dinner: "You go back to your room to do your homework and review, and we will talk about this matter after dinner."

Fang Kun looked at him, curled his lips silently, and walked back to the room.

About half an hour later, the living room phone rang.

Chen Jingdong took out a tissue to wipe his wet hands, and picked up the phone.

"Fang Kun, please teach me how to write a guarantee letter. My brain is going to explode. Why do you think it's so unlucky this time? It turns out that every time I go to the toilet in Dongtou to smoke, I don't touch anyone. Did you remember to pee over there?"

The muscles on Chen Jingdong's face twitched, and his tone was not friendly: "I am Second Uncle Fang Kun——"

"I-fuck!" The poor brat was frightened decisively, and hung up the phone directly.

Dumbfounding whether to laugh or cry, Chen Jingdong put down the phone, and Chen Jingdong frowned.It seems that this kid has been smoking for a long time, a habitual offender.However, I never found him smoking at home.Is it because he never dared to smoke at home?Or is he hiding it too well?

After dinner, Chen Jingdong wanted to talk, but Fang Kun shied away by saying that he hadn't finished his homework, and decisively left the man and sat on a chair in the dining room to sulk.

Before going to bed, the evil spirit was holding on, and it was almost fermented to the brink of explosion.

"The guarantee is ready? Someone called just now. It should be the same as you. It is the current criminal who was caught this time. When he heard that it was not you, he hung up the phone."

Fang Kun was in a hurry, blushing and thick neck: "Why didn't you call me on my phone?"

I didn't want to explain to him, so I hung up before the other party finished talking.Chen Jingdong narrowed his eyes, and stretched out his hand to loosen the button of his collar: "I ask you to promise that you have finished writing? Answer my question!"

"No." Fang Kun stiffened his neck and didn't look at him, his eyes slanted to the side, looking extremely annoying and tired: "I can't write, I won't write."

"Do you think I dare not beat you?" Chen Jingdong pointed his finger, trembling slightly: "Fang Kun, will you still talk properly?!"

"What's wrong with me?" The young man pushed back not to be outdone: "It's a big deal! After the teacher finished speaking, you still said that Shanggang is online, right? What's wrong? What's wrong with smoking? Moral corruption? Hit me? You hit me! Beat me if you have the ability! I will never fight back!"

The man's jaw was tensed into an extremely distinct line due to the force.The clenched fist was full of veins, and the muscles that pulled the forearm were tense, like a leopard that would jump up and tear apart the opponent at any time.

Fang Kun also lost his mind and went crazy. Not only did he not back down when he saw this, but he took another step forward, barely standing on the tiptoes of the man sitting on the chair: "You beat me up! If I say a word of begging for mercy, I won't man!"

Fang Kun laughed angrily, Chen Jingdong pursed his lips into a sharp straight line, and grabbed the boy's wrist with great strength.

Before Fang Kun had time to yell for resistance, he twisted the boy back neatly, pressed the person face down on his thigh, raised his free right hand high, and slapped the boy hard on the buttocks.

Even through the pants, the child was beaten stupid.

What's more, this man was so determined that he didn't finish it all at once, and the second slap followed.

After about seven or eight hits, Fang Kun finally regained his soul.

A handsome fair face was flushed red, and there were tears of aggrieved eyes in the sparkling eyes. She struggled desperately with all her strength, and cursed with shame and anger: "Chen Jingdong, you bastard! Let me go! Why do you spank my ass?" ! You are shameless!"

"Keep scolding." Chen Jingdong looked at the back of the young man's head, his voice was cold, his big hands were like iron tongs, and with Fang Kun's strength, he couldn't move at all: "Say you don't beg for mercy, don't stop talking if you have the guts, don't let me I despise you."

"Chen Jingdong!" Fang Kun became more aggressive, his two slender legs were kicking helplessly, useless at all: "You fucking—"

"Who the hell?" Chen Jingdong's slap was clever, through the thin sports pants, it almost seemed to be a loud sound on the flesh, which pushed Fang Kun's shame directly to the peak.

Fang Kun froze for a moment and remained motionless for a few seconds.Immediately afterwards, Chen Jingdong first saw the juvenile's occlusal muscles stretched out from clenching the back molars, and then the place above the sofa under Kun's face, a small lump was wet and slowly spread bigger and bigger.

Chen Jingdong stopped his hands, and the world suddenly became silent and prehistoric.

He was dumbfounded, not only because of Fang Kun's tears.

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I smoked one cigarette after another, and the window of the car was open, but it was still very smoky.Chen Jingdong was so bewildered that he didn't know what to do.

He has no one to ask, but he doesn't understand.

How could this be?

The river not far away was flowing quietly, silently, heading towards the sea.

An hour ago, he beat Fang Kun on his sofa.

The buttocks are thick, how painful it is to be beaten, Chen Jingdong's men have a sense of proportion, and they won't really beat the child.

but--

Fang Kun froze for a few seconds, or more than ten seconds.In addition to his tears, there was another gradually changing place under his body, hard poking against Chen Jingdong's inner thigh through their pants, unable to hide.

The boy shivered and shrank into a quail.His appearance was almost pitiful, he didn't dare to speak or raise his head, even the one who beat him should be more to blame.It's not right to do it.Fang Kun was still curled up, weeping silently with almost no sound.

Chen Jingdong couldn't say a word about this matter, one carelessness might hurt not only the dignity of the teenager, but even the shaky trust between each other - destructive.

This doesn't mean anything, maybe it's just a normal phenomenon of adolescent puberty.Response to external stimuli.Chen Jingdong, don't make a fuss.

Taking a deep breath, the man closed his eyes.

But why do some people get excited about being beaten?And then erection?This situation is so abnormal.

Chen Jingdong knew that his clumsy excuses could not hide Fang Kun, and even for a second, he felt an extreme panic in his heart.

Could it be that Fang Kun is gone when he goes back later?Escaped again?End of the world, never come back?

Chen Jingdong, why did you spank him?Fang Kun is no longer a child.He is not the moon, and he shouldn't be beaten in such a rude and almost humiliating way.

be terribly upset.Chen Jingdong has lived for 27 years, and for the first time he has shaken himself.

Or he is not a good guardian, he can bring nothing to Fang Kun.Such as a calm way of speaking, such as telling him what to do during the sexual development of a teenager smoothly and freely, such as being rational and measured, and not running away in a daze after doing something wrong.

He doesn't look like a mature man.What qualifications does he have to accuse Fang Kun of being immature and childish?

Forcing himself to calm down, Chen Jingdong habitually lit another cigarette.

Or, he could find a juvenile counseling expert or something, and ask Fang Kun behind his back.

It was already 12:30 when Chen Jingdong returned home, smelling like cigarettes all over his body.

All the lights in the house were turned off, and it was quiet.

The man changed his shoes, tiptoed to the door of Fang Kun's room, listened carefully, but couldn't hear anything.

He tried to reach out and twist the doorknob again, but without any surprise, the door was locked.

Chen Jingdong exhaled, his shoulders relaxed.

Fortunately, at least the person was there and did not run away.

He didn't know that Fang Kun didn't fall asleep across the door.

The boy curled up under the quilt and covered his mouth, desperately suppressing his trembling like chaff and the sound of teeth colliding, tears streaming down his face.