Flesh and blood

This matter, Zheng Qing began to repent for his actions.

He looked up carefully at Zheng Jiyan's face, his own father smiled sinisterly.

"Bastard, you little trick, don't use it in front of me in the future, you know?"

With a stiff face, Zheng Qing chuckled twice: "...I'm not... thinking about my future..."

Zheng Jiyan's eyes were sharp: "Edit!"

Swallowing, Zheng Qing whispered: "...to honor you in the future...to honor grandparents——"

Zheng Jiyan slapped Zheng Qing on the head: "You're still telling me nonsense!"

Zheng Qing covered his head and pouted, muttering: "...who told me to make it up just now..."

Zheng Jiyan rested his forehead with one hand, took a deep breath, and finally relieved the depression in his heart, Zheng Jiyan was also used to his son's behavior, and what it means to be so angry that you don't pay for your life is Zheng Qing.

"Transfer, let me tell you, it's impossible."

Hearing his father's firm tone, Zheng Qing was heartbroken. It's over now. He is the most ruthless trick against family ties. No matter how careful he is in the future, he will never try to beat his father.

Zheng Qing didn't bother to pretend, he shook his head and sighed deeply.

As a result, the turmoil ended tragically with Zheng Qing's sigh.

Continuing to go to the boys' school, Zheng Qing can be regarded as enlightened, there is nothing wrong with a group of old men being together all day long, at least you don't have to pay so much attention to image issues in class, Zheng Qing used to be a famous romantic young master, a real gun Although there are few live ammunition, there are many molesting women from good families. Not to mention many little girls stuffed him with love letters in high school. He has to pay attention to his image as a prince charming all the time. Beauty heart.

Let alone now, he is more sloppy than anyone else.

In Zheng Qing's own words: Going to a boys' school, with beards on the head and hairy legs on the head, a bunch of wretched men tie up in the dormitory to watch AV masturbation, and no one would dislike the weird ones. As for men, they have to be unkempt, and when they go to boys' schools, they have to do as the Romans do.

Speaking of Zheng Qing and his close roommate Xie Erchong children's shoes, the two of them had an embarrassing time.

No one said points, but no one said yes.

The two of them still went to class, ate together, and chatted about the thighs of certain Japanese AV girls as usual... Afterwards, everyone knew that it was better to be buddies.

But what made Zheng Qing feel bad was that in the second half of his sophomore year, Erzhong found a boyfriend.

At the beginning, Zheng Qing still had the feeling that his brother was being robbed, until he met Erzhong's boyfriend, Zheng Qing changed his mind from then on, if anyone mentioned that man in front of him, Zheng Qing would drink water and laugh Sprayed, eat and laugh.

Erzhong's boyfriend is a senior in the junior year, and he is quite famous in school, because he is a taekwondo practitioner, and he is said to have two skills. On a night full of moonlight, he single-handedly killed a group of men, and then became famous throughout the school.

When Zheng Qing saw this, his legs almost went limp.

1.9 meters five, this head is definitely enough for 1.9 meters five!That pectoral muscle, that pectoral muscle is definitely a C cup!That body, that body looks like a sumo wrestler!

That night, Zheng Qing couldn't help being puzzled, and asked Erzhong in the dormitory: "I said Erzhong, why can't you think about finding such a master? Anyway, you used to be my person, and now you have become so beastly? Are you stimulated?"

Er Chong turned over, looked sideways at Zheng Qing who was on the opposite bed, and said, "Brother Qing, you really shouldn't ask, I'm afraid it will hurt your self-esteem."

Hearing that it was so mysterious, Zheng Qing got excited: "Which one of us is with whom, let's talk, I don't know what self-esteem is!"

Erzhong hesitated for a moment, but still told the truth: "I'm just attracted to his good health. His body shape may not be eye-catching, and I don't care too much about his appearance. The main reason is that his body...is big enough, and...is durable enough. Cough, when we were freshmen together, we didn't do anything, then I always thought Brother Qing had something wrong with you, but I didn't have the nerve to say it before."

Zheng Qing didn't come up in one breath, his face turned blue from holding back, he laughed twice: "Pride, so it's such a thing."

Zheng Qing, who was stimulated, didn't sleep well that night, and when he saw Erzhong's family from now on, he didn't dare to laugh at him, and he was afraid that people would laugh at him. Sometimes Zheng Qing felt unbalanced. I also secretly looked at the crotch of that guy, I didn't know if I didn't look at it, I was shocked when I saw it... That guy doesn't wear looser pants, and a discerning person can get an erection at any time.

This incident dealt a big blow to Zheng Qing, he felt that he grew up "over there".

When Zheng Qing returned home without energy, he blamed Zheng Jiyan for the whole incident.

"Dad, hey, tell me, hey, why did I just, hey, come on, hey, my whole life, hey, that's it, hey..."

Zheng Qing said a series of words, but Zheng Jiyan still didn't understand with a dark face. These words were obviously aimed at him, and they were definitely not mean.

"What are you doing again?"

Zheng Qing raised his head, his face full of regret: "Dad, you married my mother back then, and my mother didn't say anything about your order?"

Zheng Jiyan frowned: "What?"

Zheng Qing shook his head and sighed: "On the day of your wedding, the day of the bridal chamber, she didn't say anything?"

Zheng Jiyan said with a sullen smile, "Don't bend the corner for me."

Zheng Qing could only clear his throat, and pointed to Zheng Jiyan's bottom: "Did she say that here...is not big enough?...not long enough?"

Hearing his son ask this question, Zheng Jiyan was amused by him: "Why, do you think you are too young?"

Zheng Qing's face turned red, and he quickly cleared up: "There is a son like the father, genetic inheritance, this is fate."

Zheng Jiyan's face darkened again: "You are not satisfied with being my son, are you?"

"Satisfied!" Zheng Qing immediately changed his words, and said depressedly: "I was compared by the people in the school, so I just used 'there'. I said Dad, your reaction is not normal. Don't help me get back some face!"

Zheng Jiyan thought about it with a smile, and said, "Okay, come to my room at night, and I will save face for you."

After hearing this, Zheng Qing happily left, waiting to find his own father at night to see if he could get some medicine to make the lower body stronger and more perfect.

Then this night, when Zheng Jiyan was still working in the study, Zheng Qing had already rushed to Zheng Jiyan's room to wait. He sat on Zheng Jiyan's bed and flipped back and forth, feeling something was wrong in his heart, why did he feel so like a little daughter-in-law waiting for a friend? Grandpa is back...

Startled by this thought in his mind, Zheng Qing hurriedly sat upright, waiting for Zheng Jiyan with a serious face.

Until Zheng Qing almost fell asleep, Zheng Jiyan finally came back.

Seeing his son drowsy in his room, Zheng Jiyan raised his eyebrows, and wanted Zheng Qing to go back to his room to sleep, but Zheng Qing stared and said, "Dad, you are going back on your word!"

After saying this, Zheng Jiyan remembered what happened during the day, nodded to Zheng Qing and ordered: "Come here, stand here."

Zheng Qing obediently walked over and stood up.

"The pants are off."

Zheng Qing froze and opened his mouth wide: "What?!"

Zheng Jiyan smiled: "The pants are off, and the underwear is attached."

... Zheng Qing's face turned red and then pale, and finally he simply said, anyway, the opposite is his own father, so what are you afraid of.

"Shuh!" Pants and underwear came down.

Zheng Jiyan stared at Zheng Qing's place seriously, and then he made a shocking move, holding the small thing under Zheng Qing with one hand, and with the other, he grabbed Zheng Qing's hand and pressed the huge thing under him through his trousers.

Zheng Jiyan smiled this time: "It seems that this is not a genetic problem."