Mo Yan He Nian of Rebirth

Chen Yan stayed at home for a few days, and when the school day was approaching, he made a special trip to Chen Monian's place.

Chen Mo Nian's complexion was much better than before, it was rare to stay in the courtyard outside the door, when Chen Yan walked to his side, he could faintly smell a fragrance in the air.

Chen Monian heard Chen Yan's footsteps, his eyelashes trembled, then he raised his head to look at Chen Yan, the light in his eyes was self-evident.

"Dad, I'm going to school in a few days."

Chen Yan sat down beside Chen Mo Nian. Hearing what he said, Chen Mo Nian lowered his eyes again. From Chen Yan's direction, he could only see his side face.

There was no expression on his face.

"I see, study hard."

A slight fluctuation suddenly appeared on Chen Monian's face: "My neck is a little sore, please help me tap it."

Chen Yan was stunned for a moment, and then saw his father half-raised his body and looked at him. His shoulders were thin, and his fair neck was buried under the black jade-like hair.

"Why, won't you?"

Chen Monian moved his fingers, he looked at Chen Yan, but there was no sign of displeasure on his face.

Chen Yan moved forward, and then put his hand on Chen Mo Nian's shoulder. He was so close that he could almost smell the smell of Chen Mo Nian's hair.

Chen Mo Nian moved his neck slightly as if he was impatient, and then his hair brushed across Chen Yan's skin, leaving behind a shudder.

Chen Yan swallowed, and moved slowly. The winter sun shone on his hands, but he couldn't feel any warmth.

"Well, you can use a little more force."

Chen Mo Nian opened his mouth, Chen Yan looked at his expression, and felt that Chen Mo Nian should be happy.

He slightly increased the strength in his hands, and he felt the man's blood slowly flowing under his hands, an indescribable flesh-and-blood thing, coiling and rising around him.

The two of them were speechless for a moment, Chen Mo Nian just closed his eyes and took a nap, Chen Yan didn't dare to stop the movements of his hands, Chen Mo Nian almost leaned most of his body on Chen Yan's body.

It was obviously a normal interaction between father and son, but in the eyes of others, it seemed faintly weird.

Chen Yan pressed it slowly, but when he reached the position of Chen Mo Nian's waist, he felt Chen Mo Nian's body tremble suddenly.

Then he opened his eyes abruptly, Chen Yan was startled by him, his hands were still on his waist, and he could barely move.

Chen Mo Nian's body was very close to him, when he turned his head sideways, his breath almost hit Chen Yan's face...

"Ayan, do you think that I am very kind to your brother?"

Chen Monian suddenly opened his mouth casually, and Chen Yan replied indifferently.

"Dad naturally likes Amo."

"Is that so..."

Chen Yan suddenly felt that his father's hand on his waist exerted a little force, and that strange feeling seemed to have a hint of hopeless possession.

"Just remember, no matter what I do, it's for..."

Chen Monian stopped talking suddenly, his eyes were smiling, but he didn't know where to look.

Chen Yan stared at him blankly, the corners of the man's mouth were rarely turned up, his pale skin seemed to be golden by the sun, like fine smooth porcelain.

And then……

Chen Yan felt an inexplicable pressure in front of him, and a warmth on his forehead.

It was rolling, cold lips.

"Daddy loves you..."

That voice, soft and shallow, made people...shocked.

For a long time after accepting Chen Mo Nian's kiss, Chen Yan was in a very trance state, but this state was broken the day before school started.

At that time, he was reading a book with Chen Mo in the room, when he heard Uncle Liu's voice coming through the window, with a trace of imperceptible tension.

"Second Young Master, Eldest Young Master is looking for you."

Chen Yan's hand that was flipping through the book paused, and Chen Mo raised his head slowly in front of him.

The boy's eyes dimmed, and then unexpectedly, he pursed his mouth.

"Second brother, he is looking for you again."

Chen Yan looked at Chen Mo's face which was almost whiter and more beautiful from the light, and couldn't help but reached out and touched Chen Mo's head.

Obviously, Chen Mo did not reject Chen Yan's intimacy, and there was even a momentary look of joy on his face.

"You wait here, I'll go out for a while."

Chen Mo's eyes flickered, and finally watched Chen Yan leave.

The fruit juice on the table was shaking slightly, giving off a glazed, transparent light.

The wind at night was very strong, blowing like a piercing bone. When Chen Yan just stepped out of the door with one foot, he suddenly felt a strong force coming from his hand!

He almost thought his hand would be broken like this.

Then there was a heavy panting sound, mixed with the sound of clothes rubbing against each other, his cheeks were icy cold, that wasn't his temperature.

It took Chen Yan a lot of effort to keep himself from screaming out of embarrassment, but when he looked at the face by the moonlight, it was a...familiar face.

That is……

Chen Zi leaned very close, the breath sprayed on his face, and it was warm for a while.

"Brother..." Chen Yan called out in a low voice, but Chen Zi didn't respond at all, still clutching his wrist, Chen Yan struggled symbolically, and then just like in his memory, Chen Zi's hand was terrifyingly strong.

"En... Ah Yan."

Chen Zi agreed, her tone hoarse.

"I saw it today, that old guy..." Chen Zi suddenly stretched out his hand, and Chen Yan felt his lips touched lightly, it was rough fingers.

But the owner of the finger obviously didn't want to just let him go, but rubbed very slowly but firmly.

"He touched you."

When Chen Yan heard his words, his tone was obviously normal, but there was an inexplicable smell for no reason, and the heat from Chen Yan's body was transmitted through his wrists.

"Ah, what are you talking about..." Chen Yan tried his best to sound calm, "Let go of me first, brother..."

"That old thing, Eun Ha, do you really think he will treat you well?"

However, Chen Zi didn't seem to hear what Chen Yan said at all, and just said it alone, with a faint disdain on his face.

An unreasonable anger burst out of Chen Yan's heart. He couldn't hold back his hands, but at least he could speak with his mouth.

"I don't know how Dad is, but tell me what you are doing to me now, Chen Zi, let me go!"

Chen Yan's tone was sharper than usual, Chen Zi seemed to be in a panic all of a sudden, and he couldn't help but loosen his grip on Chen Yan.

Then Chen Yan heard Chen Zi's voice coming through the icy cold air, with a faint illusion that he was about to cry.

The man's peach blossom eyes were full of sadness.

"When I was three years old, I saw with my own eyes that he... strangled my mother to death."

"Chen Monian is a murderer."