sexual root

And every time I have to wash my hands for a long time, knowing that you think I'm dirty, I still love you, knowing that you are perfunctory, I still fall into it hopelessly.You said he needs you, so you can't be with me, don't I need you?During the days when I was injured, you stayed with me but you were absent-minded, and you forced me to ask... Han Kaixiu, do you have any heart?Are you really hard-hearted? "

"Xiao Huan, don't say anything. I understand everything you do, but... feelings cannot be exchanged. I can give you anything else you want, but feelings are not enough."

"I should have known it a long time ago, but I just didn't give up. I made myself suffer instead."

Bitter tactics have always been unfavorable since ancient times. Cheng Huan did not use the wrong method but found the wrong time.

Cheng Huan is not the Cheng Huan he was a few years ago, and Han Kaixiu is no longer the Han Kaixiu who would succumb to a single tear from him.

The butler silently stepped forward to support Cheng Huan, "Master Huan, let's go."

Cheng Huan withdrew his hot hand from the butler, suppressed a low cough, "Go back to Han's house, I don't need you anymore, cough..."

No one expected Cheng Huan to say such a sentence, but the housekeeper was stunned, unable to believe it.

He doesn't need him anymore...

(11 Coins) (Birth) 116 The Dispute Between the Housekeeper and Cheng Huan

"Are you driving me away?"

The butler slumped his shoulders deeply, saying that he was accusing Cheng Huan of his ruthlessness rather than his helpless mourning.

It is closer than the relationship between master and servant, and weaker than the relationship between father and son, which is the interpretation of the subtle relationship between the housekeeper and Cheng Huan.

The relationship between people is really amazing.

Back in time to more than ten years ago, homeless men begging for a living and lonely teenagers who refused to go home formed a strange landscape in the underpass where people come and go.

The homeless man didn't know why the boy didn't go home, he looked like a homeless man in a clean school uniform, the homeless man didn't ask, he wandered all over the world for decades, it didn't matter, it was him hanging up high Survival criteria.

The boy would appear in the underground tunnel at a certain time every day, without saying a word, only when the coin was thrown into the broken iron bowl and made a clanging sound, the boy's drooping head would lift up, take a look and then fall down.However, he would also put money into the broken bowl when he left, silently... banknotes, ranging from ten to a hundred, the amount was variable.

The tramp doesn't say thank you, but every day when the teenager comes, he will see a small stool and a bottle of mineral water where he used to sit.This form was maintained in silence for nearly half a year, and the homeless man prepared more and more things, such as biscuits, bread, and even alcohol OK bandages. scars.

He doesn't ask, he doesn't tell, as the days go by, the homeless man will look forward to the boy's appearance, and the occasional absence of the boy will make him restless all night, he will wonder if something happened to that child, that is a kind of Care and concern among loved ones.

I won't be back in the future.

This was the first sentence the boy said to the homeless man, but it was also the last sentence. The homeless man was very disappointed.

You come with me, I need you, I will give you a good life.

A week later, the shining BMW in the sun stopped at the underground exit, and the young man was condescending with a calm expression.

The vagabond was suddenly a little dazed. After decades of wandering life, he had long been indifferent to the harshness of the world. After a few months of getting along with him, the vagabond quietly regarded him as a relative, facing his departure and returning I was so happy that I cried with joy when I heard his words.

Like Grandma Liu who entered the Grand View Garden, the homeless man walked into the big garden of the noble school, from surprise to joy, and then from joy to silence, he was convinced that the boy was a noble person sent by heaven to him.

From a homeless person who couldn't eat three meals a day to working as a housekeeper in a flashy palace-like mansion, what kind of jump is this, he never even dared to think about it.

The house's surname is Han, and in his heart there is only one master, that young man whom everyone calls Master Huan.

No one dares to roll their eyes at him anymore, and the days of being expelled and hungry will be far away from him.The tramp... No, it should be said to be the butler now, he can hold his head high and swagger past. It turns out that changing one's destiny is nothing more than turning one's hands back and forth.

I need you is a belief rooted in the steward's heart. Cheng Huan is not only his noble person, but also has a kind of affection like a son.For more than ten years, the housekeeper has been conscientious and has resolved every detail for Cheng Huan. Even when Cheng Huan and Han Kaixiu tried the forbidden fruit for the first time, it was the medicine that the housekeeper secretly went out to buy.

Can all kinds of pasts really be erased with one sentence?

In old age, people have to go back and forth to find the destination again, and they will feel sad when they think about it.

Cheng Huan shook his head, "I'm very grateful that you didn't cast aside my illegitimate child status and gave me a lot of help. However, now that I've fallen into this situation, I have no ability to let you live a good life. I believe that the Han family will remember you very much. The hard work of the past few years will allow you to spend your old age in peace."

"Master Huan..." A child who still thinks of him at this level, why does God want to make it difficult for him.The housekeeper's voice was choked up, his eyes were red, and the situation looked quite sad.

Wei Yiran was watching all the time, he rolled up his sleeves and rubbed his arms, "Please, don't be so nasty, can you please, you want to make someone's tears like singing an opera."

The atmosphere just now was a bit sad, the grassroots lay in Han Kaixiu's arms, complaining, "Don't say that, of course they will be reluctant to part with their relationship."

Han Kaixiu lowered his head, "The butler used to tease you with star fruit, have you forgotten?"

"..." Thinking for a while, the grassroots brain turned and turned, "I only think about you and the baby, I don't remember those."

"You, even though you are soft-hearted, you still refuse to admit it." Fortunately, the grassroots is not Cheng Huan.

Han Kaixiu will never forget that thrilling morning in the suburbs.Xingguo's food has been filled with a lot of imported medicine that can make it excited. Although the food bowl has been disposed of, it does not mean that Han Kaixiu is ignorant.

Star Fruit is difficult to deal with when it is normal, let alone how terrifying it is when it goes crazy.

The blue color was painted with blood in the morning, and the plotter's vicious intentions still make me feel terrified even thinking about it. If it wasn't for Xingguo's love of grass roots, another person would be fatal.

"The butler is a good person, although he is a bit fierce." Actually he was very fierce, the grassroots whispered in his heart, if he really said it, it would make the butler sad, who would like others to say that he is not good.

Wei Yiran rubbed his forehead and sighed, idiot Xiaocao, such a person still says hello to him, he really helped count the money after being sold.

"You...don't feel ashamed?" With a bit of astringency in his mouth, Wei Yiran habitually touched his pocket, and quickly withdrew his hand like an electric shock. If you want to smoke, you should wait until the grassroots are not around.

The housekeeper carefully supported Cheng Huan, snorted coldly, "Shouldn't you be ashamed? Don't forget that you're not much better, and you didn't fall behind in plotting against him."

Which pot is not opened and which pot is lifted, Wei Yiran, who is eloquent, is at a loss for words.

A wave of emotion has been lingering in Caogen's chest, the topic was drawn to Wei Yiran again, and the attention that Caogen had just been distracted was brought back.

Xiao Ran lied to him... Uncle Wang is dead...

The endless flow of liquid came as soon as it was said, tears and snot sprayed together, regardless of the image, it was all on Han Kaixiu's body, the grass root was sad, "Uncle Wang is dead, why didn't you tell me? Uncle Wang is so good to me, just follow me!" Like my parents, I couldn't even see him before he died. I'm really too bad, too bad. Oh...and Xiaoran, why did Xiaoran do that, how could he become someone I don't know Look, I trust him so much, how could he harm my relatives? How could..." Even Nian Yu said that he was too naive, but he himself couldn't see it through.

"Xiaocao, I didn't..." Even without you, I would not harm Uncle Wang.

"Nothing? Didn't do something shady or take advantage of him?"

Cheng Huan's relentless pursuit makes Wei Yiran look embarrassed, he is not afraid that others will know what he has done, but he is afraid of letting the grassroots know that Xiaoran in the grassroots heart must be perfect.

Han Kaixiu's suit was reimbursed, so he changed to another clean sleeve to wipe off the grass roots, and carried him to the office, "Don't bother with them, are you hungry? Husband will take you to eat."

(10 Fresh Coins) (Birth) 117 Reminiscing about the past...

The doting engraved into the bone marrow, he never had before, Cheng Huan was angry and resentful, how could Han Kaixiu treat him so well, this man is useless, how can he match up with Han Kaixiu who is mediocre.

Not reconciled, just lost like this.

Burning jade and stone together won't make them feel better. It doesn't mean that he has the purest heart and the kindest nature, so let them torture each other's conscience.

"Wait..." Cheng Huan chased after them, and stopped them with a horizontal hand, "I finally met with you today, how could you leave like this, anyway, we are also brothers who have never met, what do you think, brother!"

elder brother?

Stopping her sobs, the grass root looked up and down at Cheng Huan with teary eyes, "I don't have a younger brother, you've got the wrong person."

Han Kaixiu didn't explain, he just stood there, he knew that it was useless to cover up the current situation, the storm will come when it should come.Wan Mulin came from behind, holding Caogen's hand and crying, "Son, I am your father!"

dad?

What day is it today? It was my brother just now and now I have a father. When did he become so popular?

Withdrawing her hands in a panic, she looked at Han Kaixiu begging for help, "What the hell is going on?"

Dependence like a life-saving straw pierced his eyes like a needle, Wan Mulin shook his head sadly, "Injustice, injustice!" Both sons are of the same sex