Rebirth of Chen An

Chen An didn't like to participate in these social activities at all, and when his health gradually became unwell, he basically handed over his business to Lu Feng.

All kinds of entertainment on weekdays were also left to Lu Feng. Gradually, in some social networks, Lu Feng gradually occupied an important position, and there was a scene where he was seized power later.

Although he didn't participate in the entire auction, it was almost eleven o'clock when Chen An returned home. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Chen Yang sitting in the living room with his head down reading a book.

"Why don't you stay in the study?"

When Chen An walked in, Chen Yang stood up immediately, and strode over to help the man hang the clothes and jacket he had taken off on the hanger next to him. The whole movement was considerate and natural.

"Uncle, I thought you would come back later, are you hungry, do you want something to eat?"

Chen Yang didn't answer Chen An's words. The reason why he chose to wait in the living room instead of in the study was that he wanted to see Chen An immediately when Chen An came back.

"Help me cook some white porridge, don't put sugar, and don't need anything else." Chen An pulled his tie and said as he walked upstairs to the bedroom, "I'm going to take a shower."

"it is good."

Chen Yang looked up at the man's back silently. He didn't know what was going on. He obviously didn't know Chen An recently, but when Chen An was around, he wanted to look at him. When the man wasn't around, he kept thinking about it. Chen An.

I always feel that the current Chen An is no longer the uncle in his inherent impression.

Although he also likes his uncle, the original Chen An.

But if he was given a choice, he hoped that Chen An would remain as he is now, and never change.

It wasn't because Chen An had money in his hand, nor was it because Chen An suddenly became more knowledgeable, Chen Yang only knew that he didn't want to leave Chen An's side.

Not long after Chen Yang cooked the porridge, Chen An came down from upstairs in his nightgown.

A black satin nightgown was draped smoothly on the man's body. The neckline of the nightgown was slightly open, and Chen An's collarbone could be vaguely seen after he lost weight.

The long nightgown almost enveloped the man tightly. Except for the slightly open neckline, only when Chen An was walking could he vaguely see the white and slender ankles hidden under the nightgown.

"Uncle, you only drink some porridge and don't eat meat every day. Will it be nutritious if you continue like this?" Chen Yang asked with some distress.

Sitting opposite Chen Yang, Chen An lowered his head and drank the porridge with a spoon. Although no sugar was added, the high-quality glutinous rice brought a most natural and original sweetness.

He gave Chen Yang a disgusted look: "The fat I lost with great difficulty, you still think I can't eat it back? Now the metabolism has slowed down at this age, unlike you young people, no matter how much you eat, you won't gain weight .”

The hair hadn't been dried yet, and some drops of water dripped down the ends of the hair onto the man's neck and chest, revealing a seductive luster under the bright light.

After bathing, her skin was rosy and pale, like a freshly boiled egg with its shell peeled off. Chen An, who pays attention to exercise and diet, has very good skin.

Silently swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Chen Yang said with a smile: "But uncle is still very young."

"The mouth is quite sweet. How is the book I let you read? Do you remember it?"

After drinking a bowl of white porridge, he was full. Chen An didn't forget about today's business, he had to test Chen Yang.

After Chen Yang packed the dishes and came back from the kitchen, he saw Chen An leaning on the sofa in the living room. This slightly lazy posture exposed the man's leg almost completely to the air.

It's obviously a man, it's obviously a man's leg, but it's a little whiter, a little cleaner, a little longer, and the texture is evenly distributed and beautiful, but it suddenly makes Chen Yang's lower abdomen feel a little hot.

Chen Yang took a deep breath and walked towards Chen An. The man didn't raise his eyes to look at him, but looked down at the magazine casually while asking, "Which one do you think is better, a Leeenfeld rifle or a Mauser 98K? "

The first thing that comes up is the test questions about weapons.