spoiling addiction

In the private room, Xu Rui was pushed out, Liang Xiao got up and sat beside Gao Rong, poured him two mouthfuls of sweet soup, patted his cheek, "Rong Rong, something is wrong with you today."

Gao Rong lay on the table, took a small sip from the wine glass, and said blankly, "Huh?"

"What happened?" Liang Xiao said softly, "Rongrong, don't keep things in your heart, we can help you only if you tell us."

Gao Rong was drunk, his cheeks that hadn't had blood for many years were blushing, his drunken eyes were hazy, under the dim yellow soft light, there was a touch of heartbreaking beauty.

Liang Xiao pulled him into his arms, and Gao Rong pulled himself out again, stubbornly leaning back on the table, muttering, "I can't help..."

"What?" Liang Xiao raised his hand to caress his thin cheeks, his fingertips rubbed lightly on a scar-like crater at the corner of his mouth, and there was a stabbing pain in his heart: he was so thin that the dimple was almost invisible.

Gao Rong shook his head, "No one can help you, you need to save yourself..."

Liang Xiao sighed, "I'm not a Christian."

"Neither do I."

Seeing that he refused to speak out, Liang Xiao had no choice but to change the angle, "Arong, is there something you want to do but can't do? Maybe we can help you do it."

"You can't do it."

"Ok?"

Gao Rong looked at him and kept laughing, but the laugh was worse than crying. He said, "A Xiao, I want to go back to 13 years ago."

Liang Xiao was silent for a while, and said cruelly, "I can't go back, no one can go back to the past, let's move forward, and I will always meet another man who loves you so much."

After a happy banquet ended with no interest, Liang Xiao went to settle the bill early, and helped Gao Rong out of the hotel with Xu Rui. Pei Fengtong was going to the hospital to see his son who had a relapse of asthma, so he took a taxi and left.

Xu Rui looked at the muddy man in his arms, and looked at Liang Xiao with a helpless expression.

Liang Xiao took out his mobile phone, "Oh, let his family pick it up."

After a while, a taxi stopped at the entrance of the hotel, and a handsome young man jumped off. He ran over steadily, reached out to take Gao Rong into his arms, raised his head to say hello to Liang Xiao, and turned to look at Xu Rui, stunned, "Senior?"

Xu Rui was taken aback, "Luo Peiming?"

Liang Xiao said with a smile, "It seems that you two still know each other?"

"Peiming is my junior in the research institute." Xu Rui looked at Gao Rong, who was drunk and leaning in his arms, and was surprised. "I didn't expect to be a family member with Director Gao."

"Well," Liang Xiao said lightly, "Xiao Ming is the child of Gao Rong's lover."

"What???" Xu Rui was shocked, "Is Madam Gao a second marriage?"

Liang Xiao rolled his eyes at him, "Idiot."

"But I'm the one who lives with him now," Luo Peiming corrected inexplicably, and smiled politely, "It's getting late, we're going back," he said, hugging Gao Rong easily in his arms, and came up taxi taken.

Watching the taxi disappear into the night, Xu Rui was struck by lightning and could not recover for a long time.

Liang Xiao drank a lot of wine. Although his consciousness was clear, he was a little unsteady. He leaned on Xu Rui's shoulders and said lazily, "Let's go back too, you drive."

"Well," Xu Rui took out the car keys from his pocket, "That...Luo Peiming and Director Gao...should be father and son, why do I look a little strange?"

Liang Xiao was annoyed, "Even you can see that it's strange, oh, it's not easy, applaud."

Xu Rui 囧, "What do you mean?"

"It's boring." Liang Xiao took his hand and walked towards the parking lot. "Our ancestors taught us not to talk about things, not to know when we ask them, to ignore things, and to return early when nothing happens, remember?"

"Master, you are so impersonal."

"Can human touch ward off evil spirits or prevent pregnancy?" Liang Xiao rolled his eyes at him, feeling very bad.

Xu Rui stopped, stood in front of Liang Xiao, lowered his head slightly, stared at his eyes with bright eyes, and said softly, "Master, are you in a bad mood?"

Liang Xiao's attitude was obviously uncooperative, he gave him a sideways glance, and said, "What? Do you have an opinion?"

Xu Rui had no choice but to hug his thin waist dotingly, and completely hugged him into his arms, softly saying, "You are my dearest, respected, loved and loved wife, how can I have any objection?"

Liang Xiao drank a lot of wine, his eyes were shining like stars under the dim light, staring blankly at the man in front of him, after a while, he sighed, stretched his arms around his neck, "Promise me one thing, okay?" good?"

With the warm and soft jade in his arms, Xu Rui still has nothing to say, so he immediately said, "Okay."

"...Silly boy, do you know what I want you to promise?"

Xu Rui raised his hand to make an oath, "The task assigned by my wife, my husband will go through fire and water to complete it!"

"Virtue!" Liang Xiao raised his head and pecked his lips, "I don't ask you to go through fire and water, and I don't ask you to make an oath, Xu Rui, I just ask you to die behind me in the future, okay?"

The loneliness of being left alone in this world is like a thorn growing out of the heart. Although it is not fatal, it is painful and desolate all the time. It hurts just looking at it, let alone experiencing it personally.

Xu Rui smiled, "Don't worry, I am younger than you, physically stronger than you, and have healthier living habits than you. I will definitely die behind you."

"That's good. Actually, I'm really afraid of being alone..."

Liang Xiao was drunk and leaned softly on his shoulder. The huge underground parking lot was quiet and silent. The two of them hugged each other and walked under the dim wall lamp. Slowly getting shorter, and slowly getting longer.

In the quiet neighborhood in the middle of the night, a taxi came in, the door opened, Luo Peiming carried the drunk Gao Rong out, closed the door politely, turned around and walked into a small and beautiful two-story building.

Throwing off his shoes, holding Gao Rong on the sofa, taking off his coat, Luo Peiming fed him with a cup of warm water, patted Gao Rong's face, "Uncle Rong, Uncle Rong..."

Gao Rong frowned and didn't make a sound.

Luo Peiming came up with a bad taste, leaned over his face and blew, Gao Rong uttered a small animal-like moaning sound, and waved his hands wildly.

Suddenly, he felt a burst of wind around his face, Luo Peiming couldn't dodge in time, and was slapped firmly on the face, causing his face to twitch in pain.

"Good guy, you're so drunk and still working so hard?" Luo Peiming touched the beaten half of his face, speechless.

The air conditioner in the room was turned on too high, Gao Rong felt hot after drinking, and began to struggle to tear off the clothes on his body. He was wearing a white shirt under the woolen sweater. When he pulled it, a piece of snow-white skin was revealed. Luo Peiming felt that his body was obviously It's getting hot.

Swallowing hard, he walked to the window silently, opened the window with a hula, and faced the cold wind blowing on his face, brave and tragic.

Bow down and light a cigarette, and inhale the thick smoke into your lungs to calm your excitement.

There was a sudden noise on the sofa behind him, Luo Peiming hurriedly turned his head, and saw Gao Rong fell off the sofa, sitting on the carpet with an aggrieved expression on his face.

"Uncle Rong? Sober?"

Gao Rong turned his head blankly, stared at it for a long time without focusing his eyes, then lay down slumped again, brushed his hand across the corner of his mouth, knocked out the cigarette butt, and said vaguely, "Children, you can't smoke."

Luo Peiming was startled suddenly, narrowing his eyes dangerously, "I'm not a child anymore."

Gao Rong didn't speak, and fell into a dazed state again after being dizzy.

Luo Peiming refused to give up, picked up the old man and hugged him in his arms, "Wake up, Uncle Rong, don't sleep! If you want to sleep, take a bath first."

"No more washing," Gao Rong hummed softly, "I'm exhausted..."

"Wash it, you unhygienic old thing." Luo Peiming twisted his nose pamperingly, causing the old man to struggle angrily, then happily jumped into the bathroom and put a large vat of warm water.

Helping up the drunk old man, Luo Peiming stripped him clean and put him into the water.

The warm water was in close contact with the skin like silk, Gao Rong let out an ambiguous moan in comfort, the little thing that had been lying docilely between the thighs began to raise its head slightly, and the physiological reaction that Luo Peiming had suppressed with great difficulty suddenly exploded to the extreme.

"Uncle Rong?" He called out tentatively, and Luo Peiming found that his voice was hoarse and dry, full of suppressed lust.

Gao Rong obviously didn't hear his voice, because he raised his hand and openly caressed himself in front of his adopted son.

Luo Peiming never expected that he would actually do this kind of thing in front of his own face. When he did this kind of hidden, shameful and lewd thing, he actually had a heart-wrenching and poignant feeling.

The body in the bathtub was skinny and pale under the water, only the two thin lips were extremely gorgeous, and the scarlet uvula stuck out of the lips, as if seeking a kiss.

Luo Peiming couldn't help but half-knelt down, put his arms on the edge of the bathtub, leaned over, and kissed his fiery lips.

The two wet and slippery tongues seduce each other, affectionately lingering in the narrow mouth, neither of them is good at kissing, but the entanglement chasing after instinct brought trembling pleasure to both parties.

Gao Rong raised his head, and let out a seductive moan from his nose. A short sound made Luo Peiming's desire almost explode. He took off his clothes indiscriminately, climbed into the bathtub kissing him, hugged his thin and pale body, and rubbed it tightly.

Feeling his hardened organs, Luo Peiming put his arms around his shoulders with one hand, and held the two genitals together with the other hand, rubbing against each other, and the great pleasure that he had never enjoyed hit like a tide.

The wet body of the adoptive father was lying in his arms, this kind of consciousness made Luo Peiming so excited that his heart was almost broken, it was so exciting, the immoral joy roared in his heart like a beast, so what about the adoptive father?What about older age?What about the same sex?Wasn't he stripped naked and held in his arms wantonly profane?

Lips greedily kissed his skin, fingers wandered between his waist and back, groping to get into that blessed place, feeling that it was wet and hot, people couldn't help but want to go in, hit him hard, let him be in his own loving Open your body, cry and scream...

"...Gao Rong?"

Gao Rong was totally dazed in lust, he swung his waist and sent it to his hand, and pressed his fiery lips to his ear, panting, "Kiss me."

The voice full of lust almost drove Luo Peiming crazy, he kissed his lips frantically, and his fingers burrowed into his back.

Gao Rong straightened his neck suddenly, "...ah..."

Luo Peiming felt a hot current rushing into his palm, and the moment he realized it, he ejaculated too.

After panting violently, Luo Peiming found that he could no longer regard Gao Rong as an adoptive father. He lowered his head, and the man in his arms closed his eyes, his red lips were slightly parted, and he was astonishingly beautiful.

Gao Rong squinted his eyes halfway, looking at Luo Peiming's eyes in a daze, his face was full of pain and joy, his thick long eyelashes trembled violently, and with a sudden tremor, billowing tears fell down.

"what happened to you?"

Gao Rong cried and fell into his arms, and thumped his shoulder hard, crying, "You are finally back, Luo He..."