spoiling addiction

Pei Fengtong's body froze, and she smiled faintly, "What nonsense are you talking about? I like women."

The cotton swab in Ge Xiaolong's hand landed on a small pink and blood-colored mark on his lower back near the groin, and he whispered expressionlessly, "I hate you, I know I like you, so why do you say I like women? My little heart, it's broken into pieces..."

Knowing that this kid always speaks exaggeratedly, Pei Fengtong secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "Are you done, what time is it?"

"Hee hee, that's good." Ge Xiaolong's face was sad, but the words he spit out were so cheerful that people wanted to beat him up, "Mr. Pei Pei's skin is so good, I like it very much at first glance."

Pei Fengtong gritted her teeth, "...you little bastard!"

Coming out of the guest room, closing the door behind his back, Ge Xiaolong clutched his heart violently, stumbled back to his room, threw his body into the soft big bed, bit the sheet tightly, and a depressive roar came from his throat sent out.

Since the first day I stepped into the thirteenth middle school, I have fallen in love with this young and handsome math teacher. I don’t care about the age gap between the two, the same gender, or the pointers from my classmates... The love of a young man for his teacher It was so blind and passionate, I fell in love with him like a moth to a flame, and I didn't have the extravagant hope of staying with him for the rest of my life, because I knew that the teacher had a family and a lover, as long as he lived happily, I was enough.

But how do you let him accept that the teacher is actually gay like himself, how can you accept that the teacher has been bullied by his sexual partner, how can you accept that the teacher has always been unhappy?

The next morning Pei Fengtong got up quite late, usually on Sundays he would sleep in late, when he woke up, he felt that someone was wandering around the door, thinking what happened to Ge Xiaolong, this dead boy?

After getting dressed, he opened the door, and there was a big smiling face in front of him, and a table full of food behind him, and the aroma that made the index finger move in his nostrils, Pei Fengtong was so hungry that his chest was sticking to his chest. Back off.

Ge Xiaolong rushed forward full of energy, "Teacher Pei Pei, good afternoon!"

"Uh... is it already noon?" Pei Fengtong was a little embarrassed, as a teacher, she didn't play a role model of going to bed early and getting up early, and took the lead in sleeping late, a little shy.

"Yes, yes, Mr. Pei Pei is so lazy!!!" Ge Xiaolong cutely pushed him to the bathroom, "Hurry up and wash up, I'm out for lunch."

Standing in front of the mirror biting his toothbrush, Pei Fengtong looked at the corners of his mouth that couldn't help but patted his face: Pei Fengtong, Pei Fengtong, don't be moved by this kid!

The fragrant food on the table made people feel very good. Ge Xiaolong walked around the table hahaha, picking up a chopstick dish for him from time to time, "Try this, isn't it very fresh?"

Pei Fengtong held a white shrimp in her mouth, smiled and narrowed her eyes, vaguely, "You did it all?"

"Ah?...Ahaha..." Ge Xiaolong touched the back of his head, laughed twice, and said firmly, "Yes, I did it all."

Pei Fengtong laughed, and gently pushed aside the dishes with his chopsticks, revealing the logo of XX Hotel on the bottom plate.

Ge Xiaolong groaned and lay down on the dining table, "Mr. Pei Pei, you really don't want to give me face..."

Suddenly Pei Fengtong's cell phone rang, and he took it out of his pocket. After seeing the name on the screen, he hesitated before picking it up, "Hello, what's the matter?"

"What the hell are you asking me about? Where did you fool around last night? You didn't come back all night!" The voice on the phone was so loud that Ge Xiaolong, who was sitting across the table, could hear it clearly.

The smile on Pei Fengtong's face completely disappeared, and he said coldly, "The house is too messy, I'm temporarily staying at a friend's house."

"It's too messy and you fucking can't clean it up? What kind of friend? Friends with guns? Hey, Pei Fengtong, can you bear it? He can harden his coffin face when he looks at you..."

The words got worse as they went on, Pei Fengtong stood up and gradually moved away from Ge Xiaolong, with an expressionless face, "What's the matter with you?"

The other end of the phone snorted triumphantly, "I bought you a present to apologize, you should come back quickly."

After hanging up the phone, looking at Ge Xiaolong's slightly sad face, Pei Fengtong felt sad, and said embarrassingly, "I have some things at home, I'm going back first."

"Teacher Pei Pei..." Ge Xiaolong called out, and suddenly smiled brightly, "Next time I will really cook for you."

Seeing the bright and contagious smile of the young man, Pei Fengtong couldn't help laughing, "Well, I'm waiting, thank you for disturbing you today."

Gao Rong actually wakes up very early in the morning. He has always been a person who sleeps little. Even if he is drunk, he will not sleep all day like many men. The biological clock cultivated in years of self-discipline life faithfully plays its role at five o'clock every day. effect.

It was late in winter, and the street lights outside were still on at five o'clock. Gao Rong sat up and lit a cigarette, and leaned against the head of the bed to finish it slowly. His fox eyes were not smiling, and he stared coldly at the cracks on the window glass. The rustling snow particles, expressionless.

In December, it snowed in N City.

He never liked snow, because snow is a safety hazard, it makes the school bus late, it makes the lateness rate soar, it makes the students get into car accidents, it makes the students break their bones...

He hates snow, partly because it means several more tasks on his job, and partly because the same snow particles were also floating on the evening that made him fall from heaven to hell 13 years ago.

After smoking a cigarette, he put on his clothes and got out of bed. After a simple wash, he walked into the study and turned on the computer. The school is planning a winter sports meeting recently. It is snowing now, and it is estimated that it will be postponed for at least a week, so the plan should be revised. , the plan for this week, the plan for next week, the deployment of all personnel, the arrangement of the weekly value table...

Like most college students, Luo Peiming slept until noon, walked out of the room rubbing his sleepy eyes, looked at the master bedroom, found that the bed was empty, turned his head to look at the study room, and found the thin old man there.

"Uncle Rong, are you working again on Sunday?" Luo Peiming complained slightly reproachfully.

Gao Rong nodded, "Yes."

After Luo Peiming finished washing, he returned to the door of the study with his mobile phone, "What's for lunch? I'll call for dinner."

"casual."

The hand that was flipping through the phone book paused, and after a while, then flipped through a bunch of numbers, "The home-cooked restaurant I ate last time was good, what's it called? Is it Xinguang's home-cooked food?"

"Correct."

Luo Peiming walked slowly to the living room with his mobile phone, sat on the sofa and watched TV after ordering food, felt bored after a while, went back to the room and took out the computer, put it on the coffee table to play games, finished a few daily routines, and the order arrived.

Gao Rong sat across from Luo Peiming, and the father and son ate together in harmony. Occasionally, Luo Peiming would tell one or two news from the university, which made Gao Rong laugh out loud. On the surface, it looked like a harmonious family with a loving father and a filial son.

Putting down his chopsticks, Gao Rong looked at Luo Peiming and said with a smile, "You're going to be an intern next semester, and living here is too far from the city, so it's inconvenient to run back and forth, so let me transfer the ownership of the three-bedroom apartment in XO District How about giving it to you as your graduation gift?"

Luo Peiming's hands that were picking up vegetables shook, and a piece of preserved egg slipped from the chopsticks, "...Uncle Rong?"

Gao Rong intentionally misinterpreted his meaning, and laughed narrowly, "So happy? Isn't it just a house? If I don't give it to you now, will I give it to you when you get married? Well, good son, eat quickly, it's going to be cold gone."

With trembling hands, Luo Peiming went to pick up the dropped piece of preserved egg, but found that the little thing was stained with vinegar, so slippery that he couldn't pick it up, so he put down his chopsticks and looked at Gao Rong, "Why?"

"Didn't I just say that it's inconvenient for you to live here, little bastard, if I show you a house, you'll be so happy that you won't know how to use chopsticks. When you inherit my inheritance someday, you'll be so happy that you don't know your last name." What's wrong?" Gao Rong stood up and walked towards the study calmly, "Hey, don't forget to wash the dishes later."

Hearing his heartless words, Luo Peiming suddenly felt a flame of anger in his heart, which slowly spread and burned his whole heart into viciousness. He said lightly, "Then don't worry, I will remember my surname Luo when I die. Luo River's Luo."

Gao Rong walked into the study, and laughter came from behind the half-closed door, "You're not happy to say you're a bastard, look, you dare to call your biological father by his first name, you really deserve to be beaten."

Luo Peiming didn't reply, he raised the chopsticks and smashed the piece of preserved egg, and snorted coldly: Since I was a child, have you beaten me too much?

After closing the door of the study, Gao Rong slowly nestled into the big black sofa, took out his mobile phone, and dialed a number, "Hey, A Xiao, do you have any friends in the industry who know everything about it? Introduce me to someone." , there is no requirement for family background, appearance or anything, if you don't mind if I bring a son."