[ABO] is falling into the arms

The temperature in Marseille has dropped a lot in the past few days, and the wind blows through the old trees, humming. Cheng Qin has just returned from visiting his father in prison, and his face is heavy.

Cheng Liangyu's physical condition deteriorated day by day. The prison guards told him that the old man's health was very poor and that he had recently been diagnosed with stomach cancer.

"However, he proposed to give up the treatment. It is still in the early stage, and there is a possibility of recovery. I hope you can persuade him."

Cheng Qin sat respectfully opposite him, his father's face became thinner, and the wrinkles were so stubborn that they appeared in the corners of his eyes, his voice was rough and hoarse: "It's a wise decision for you to come to work in Marseilles, stay away from the Yan family, work hard , although I am in prison, some members of the board of directors are still willing to support you. They said that you got very close to Cloud a few days ago, I think she likes you." Although his father is in prison, the news is better than any People are well-informed.

Cheng Qin didn't really want to discuss this topic: "No, it's just that there are more things at work, not what you think."

Cheng Liangyu narrowed his eyes and said, "Why do I think you've changed? Did Yan come to Marseilles tonight? He came to look for you? Or do you really like that kid?"

Cheng Qin was quite helpless: "Please don't talk about it, I haven't seen him for more than a year, and I just saw him recently."

"You seem very resentful."

Cheng Qin said, "Dad, they said you were sick?"

Cheng Liangyu's voice was thunderous: "No, don't change the subject, I'm not sick! Let's talk about that kid, don't say you don't like him, even if you really have that kind of heart, I advise you to know the face as soon as possible. I can be your son now! Cheng Qin, don't let me lose my old face in prison!"

His words hit Cheng Qin like a whip, making him breathless. He lit a cigarette and licked his dry lips. I like him, Dad, don't worry."

"How can I rest assured?! He has already broken into your house! Right? You both rolled on the same bed, didn't you?" His sharp and deep voice caught Cheng Qin's ears: "Cheng Qin, you Whatever the case, don't embarrass me!"

Cheng Qin bowed his head and remained silent, his fingers were indifferent from the burnt cigarette butts, and his eyes gradually became sour.

Father opened his mouth, realizing that his tone was a bit harsh, and his voice suddenly took on a helpless tone: "Whether it's cloud or anyone else, you should find someone to marry as soon as possible, except Yan Jinxiao..."

Cheng Qin suppressed his emotions: "I... can't do this..."

"Do you remember the story about your third uncle?"

Cheng Qin was taken aback.

When he came out of the prison, the thick stratus cloud weighed on him like iron.

He took off his gloves, broke off a bit of ice on the tree with his hands, and watched it slowly melted by his own temperature, and the ice water flowed out from between his fingers, and finally turned into nothing, making it impossible to hold.

Powerless pain covered his heart, anxiety, nausea, resentment, and then he slammed his fist at the tree trunk: "Asshole! Asshole!"

One punch, two punches, three punches... Countless punches hit the tree, and the ice flakes on the tree rustled down, covering his shoulders and head, and the ice and snow smashed into his back collar, rolling along his spine , so cold that the bones shivered for a while.

There is still one last day of the one-week agreement with Yan Jinxiao.

The ceiling at home has long been covered by cloth, Yan Jinyan sat on the sofa, looking through the apricot-yellow silk cloth, he didn't know what it was.

Someone on the phone sent him a lot of messages, which were the content of Cheng Liangyu and Cheng Qin's conversation in prison today.

Yan Jinxiao's eyes were lowered, his face expressionless.

The story of the third uncle... that seems to be a long time ago.

Cheng Qin came back smelling of alcohol. Every time he encountered something that caused him pain, he would vent his anger first, and then drink away his sorrow. This is his usual process. If it is extreme, he will transfer his hatred to others.

"Uncle Cheng..."

Cheng Qin's footsteps paused, and in his drunken eyes, he saw Yan Jinxiao's vivid and young face. Sometimes being too low-key is a kind of arrogance. You know, he always looks at himself with those deep and affectionate eyes, this is a trap that can never be recovered.

Uncle Cheng almost wanted to reprimand him in retaliation, he grabbed his skirt: "Do you think you are the only one I have?"

"Yeah." Yan Jinxiao actually affirmed this rhetorical question: "How can Uncle Cheng live without me?"

"...you..." This completely blocked the way out, and Uncle Cheng was speechless.

He slammed Yan Jinxiao's shoulders against the wall: "Yan Jinxiao! Don't be too complacent, I won't like you!"

Yan Jinyan was pressed against the wall by him, the smell of alcohol enveloping the air around him, quietly watching Uncle Cheng vent his aggrievedness while looking aggressive.

"Do you think that if you persist, I will really be with you? How long do you think your love can last? Do you think that I will love you? Do you think that when I am old, you will still love me like you do now ?"

"Uncle Cheng..."

"Shut up! Listen to me! At that time, you will abandon me and watch me rot and grow old...you will laugh at me, a damn old man, why can't I control myself..."

Uncle Cheng vented his grievances at him imposingly, his hands were gripping the hem of his clothes more and more tightly, but his eyes could not help but stare at Yan Jinxiao's lips, those slightly surprised lips looked like magic, and finally he He kissed him fiercely, this was the first time he took the initiative to kiss Yan Jinxiao.

Ruthless and aggressive, it is to enter fiercely to snatch the air, rude and violent, it is crazy aggression in order to have everything, aggressive and ferocious, it is the last lingering in order to cover up the panic and despair in the heart.

Yan Jinnight allowed him to kiss carelessly, biting the flesh on the inner side of the lower lip, tearing it apart, a trace of blood wrapped between their lips and tongue, mixed with saliva and filled their mouths.

The two kissed passionately all the way, and stumbled to the bedside. Cheng Qin pushed him down on the bed, unbuttoned his shirt in a hurry, and kissed carelessly.

Yan Jinxiao felt his hands trembling, and his breathing was crying like a rush: "Yan Jinxiao...why must it be you..."

His heart tightened, he grabbed Cheng Qin's hand, hugged him, and stroked his back comfortingly, slowly and gently from top to bottom, like brushing clumps of petals in a sea of ​​flowers: "Uncle Cheng ……slower……"

Cheng Qin leaned on his shoulders, his shoulders trembling: "Yan Jinxiao...how do you make me love you..."

Yan Jinxiao was taken aback.

Cheng Qin untied his tie, his voice hoarse: "Don't waste time, I'll tell you at dawn, my answer, now just..." He leaned over and kissed Yan Jinxiao's face: "Don't think about anything..."

The two kissed fiercely, their hearts were beating passionately, their bodies were softly pressed against each other, their skins were touching, and their limbs were embracing.

Cheng Qin was proactive and aggressive, sitting on him, hugging his body tightly: "Yan Jinxiao! Yan Jinxiao...give me happiness..."

The moon outside the window is sleeping on the harbor waves, immersed in the waves a little bit, sinking with the waves.

In the prison on the other side of France, in the infirmary, a prison doctor was sorting out the medical reports. Cheng Liangyu's eyes sparkled, and he smiled at the prison doctor: "Thank you. Soon, your prison director will give you a promotion."

"Thank you, Mr. Cheng."