I want to eat ice cream on a snowy day

When eating dinner, An Xing was in a bad mood visible to the naked eye.

It's strange, he wasn't really angry before he left in the morning.

Jiang Hanchen glanced at his watch without any trace, the time was not too late, so he had complied with the agreement.

Why are children's minds more difficult to guess than business competitors?

Jiang Hanchen decided to find out the truth.

He quietly went across from An Xing and sat down next to An Xing, scooped up a spoonful of shrimp and handed it to An Xing who lowered his head and concentrated on poking rice: "Xing Xing, open your mouth."

An Xing was in a trance, thinking that his aunt at home fed him when he was a child, so he pursed his lips and shook his head: "Auntie, I don't want to eat."

"What's the matter?" Jiang Hanchen didn't force himself, put down the spoon, "No appetite?"

An Xing was stunned for a while, and his brain reacted stiffly for a long time before he remembered where he was. He turned his head slowly: "Brother..."

Seeing his panicked look, Jiang Hanchen couldn't help teasing: "It's me, Auntie isn't here."

An Xing rubbed his ears and was ashamed.

"Did something happen?" Jiang Hanchen put his hands on the back of his chair, "Can you tell brother?"

The ears of An Xing, who was half-imprisoned in Jiang Hanchen's arms, turned even redder.

"It's nothing..."

"is it?"

... Tired, An Xing is really tired, do both of your alphas have such a strong sense of oppression? !

The ice and snow suddenly froze, and An Xing had difficulty breathing. He raised his hand and pushed Jiang Hanchen's chest: "Brother...don't get so close."

Limbs were limp and useless, Jiang Hanchen remained motionless.

Dilemma, powerless to resist, An Xing struggled for a long time before opening his mouth hesitantly: "My brother knows I'm not going to study abroad..."

Jiang Hanchen almost instantly remembered the words that An Xing leaned on his shoulder and said to himself on the day of the proposal: "France?"

An Xing nodded.

Jiang Hanchen was puzzled: "Why?"

An Xing muttered in a low voice: "My brother is so angry that I didn't tell him..."

Jiang Hanchen turned his face away: "No, why don't you go?"

An Xing didn't speak, his eyes were wet with sincerity and sincerity, Jiang Hanchen suddenly choked for breath.

He took a breath to confirm: "...for me?"

An Xing blinked, the sadness and grievance that had finally calmed down came back with tears all over his face.

The beating frequency of the heart was gradually getting out of control, Jiang Hanchen helplessly hugged him onto his lap and coaxed him: "Don't cry, don't cry, it's my brother's fault, if you want to go, I..."

An Xing grabbed his collar and sobbed softly: "No, brother, stop talking."

Jiang Hanchen swallowed "I can go and accompany you" back, and it won't be too late to wait for An Xing to calm down.

An Xing cried a lot in the morning, and now his lacrimal glands have been exhausted, and he gradually calmed down after a while.

Jiang Hanchen put a hot towel on his eyes: "Does it hurt? You can't cry like this in the future, it hurts your body too much."

An Xing gave an embarrassed oh in the dark.

"Anzhi him, didn't you scold you?"

When An Zhi was mentioned, An Xing felt guilty: "No... I guess my brother is so angry that he doesn't bother to hit me."

Jiang Hanchen frowned in disapproval: "Anzhi still hit you?"

"Well, I spank my ass when I make a mistake, sometimes I'm so angry I can't get out of bed for two or three days."

......Jiang Hanchen didn't know whether to feel sorry for the child or teach him about improper wording.

"But when I was older, my brother didn't beat me very much. If I wanted to beat him, I would do it through my pants." An Xing was very aggrieved. quick."

Jiang Hanchen: "..."

An Xing had a miserable meal, and he didn't wait for Jiang Hanchen to hug and comfort him for a long time. He moved his eyeballs that were gradually failing in the darkness: "Brother?"

Jiang Hanchen's voice was unusually hoarse: "...does it hurt?"

An Xing didn't notice: "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, my brother said that I have a lot of meat on my butt, I can't stand it... Ugh!"

In the darkness, An Xing tasted Jiang Hanchen unexpectedly.

It was so cold to the bone, and so hot that it burned the skin, An Xing's breath was taken away together with his vision, only the tactile sensation continued to enlarge the ambiguous lingering between the fusion of lips and teeth.

The hot towel covering his eyes had only a few wisps of warmth left, and Jiang Hanchen threw it away together with An Xing's belt that got in the way.

In the haze that hadn't fully adapted to the light, An Xing was held up by the waist in a daze, and when he fell, he had already straddled Jiang Hanchen's lap.

In the moist mouth, the strong and soft attack continued, and An Xing was unable to resist, taking whatever he wanted in this square inch.

When Jiang Hanchen's slightly cool palm pressed against his warm buttocks without any barriers, An Xing's slightly opened eyes closed nervously again.

Jiang Hanchen couldn't help laughing, the long-lost fresh air rushed in through this brief gap, and was then swept in by a deeper kiss.

The big hands behind him became more and more violent, and An Xing struggled to support his body that had turned into a puddle of spring water.

The smell of milk in the air pervaded recklessly under the connivance of ice and snow, and An Xing's exposed skin was covered with a light layer of powder.

It induced Jiang Hanchen to knead even more roughly.

"Hmm...brother..."

When Jiang Hanchen couldn't restrain himself, and each palm was more crisp than the next, An Xing shook his butt in pain and begged for mercy.

Jiang Hanchen immediately withdrew his hands: "Does it hurt?"

An Xing leaned on his shoulder and gasped for breath: "It's...it's okay..."

Jiang Hanchen gently rubbed him: "It's red."

An Xing's face also burned red.

"The little butt is quite soft."

An Xing's heart stopped.

"Brother, put it on..." An Xing groped backwards with his small hands, trying to put on his pants, "Someone..."

"No one is coming in," Jiang Hanchen held his hand, put it to his lips and kissed it, "Xingxing don't worry."

Considering that An Xing didn't have much dinner, Jiang Hanchen patted his buttocks to make him kneel up, fully dressed and held him in his arms to feed him.

An Xing hadn't slowed down yet, and now his face turned red at the first glance of Jiang Hanchen, and after swallowing a few mouthfuls, he said awkwardly, "Brother, I want to sit and eat by myself..."

"No," Jiang Hanchen vetoed it, "The stool is too hard."

After a few seconds, An Xing, who wanted to understand that the stool was too hard had anything to do with him sitting and eating, couldn't say anything, and was honestly being fed.

An Xing was sent home by Jiang Hanchen with a distended belly, and when Jiang Hanchen was about to leave, Ning An stayed behind.

I just wanted to ask him about his plans for the Spring Festival.

Jiang Hanchen had no plans.

Ever since his mother passed away, Jiang Hanchen had no expectations for this overly noisy festival.As for those years in the Jiang family... don't mention it.

Ning An was very happy to hear that Jiang Hanchen had no plans: "Then why don't you go to the island to celebrate the New Year together? Every Spring Festival we will go there for a week."

Hearing this, Jiang Hanchen glanced at An Xing.

"Hey! What do you think he is doing! You are married to Xing Xing, we are a family, it would be great to celebrate the New Year together."

Sometimes Jiang Hanchen felt like a traveler on a long journey in the ice and snow.

After being frozen for a long time, my heart was closed stiffly, and I would be at a loss when faced with a bowl of hot soup suddenly from a kind person.

Jiang Hanchen didn't speak for a long time.

Ning An secretly glanced at An Xing who was standing aside to digest: What's the matter?Did I say the wrong thing?

An Xing rubbed his belly, expressing that he didn't know.

Ning An could only make amends by himself: "Is it because the company is too busy to spare time? It doesn't matter, uncle understands."

Jiang Hanchen mustered up his courage and moved his mouth: "I..."

"Brother~" An Xing felt that he couldn't hold on anymore, he squatted next to Jiang Hanchen's legs, dangling on his knees, "Go~ the island is fun, it's still warm, I want to go swimming~ brother please ~"

Jiang Hanchen took a light breath.

I really fell in love with this kid.

While resisting An Xing's soft and coquettish light waves, he took the time to look at Ning An: "...not busy, I will arrange the time."

Ning An secretly gave An Xing a thumbs up.

An Xing happily jumped onto Jiang Hanchen: "Brother, let's go swimming in the sea, I'm amazing!"

Jiang Hanchen nodded affectionately on the tip of his nose, and smiled indulgently: "Okay, I'll go with you."

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