I'm salted after I'm dressed as a dog blood substitute

In Chen Yi's memory, apart from this time, he also visited here more than a month ago.

I can't remember the reason clearly. What can be confirmed is that he was invited here by himself last time without Xing Zimo's company.

Although the house is big, there are many people employed, and within two steps you can see a person who is cleaning, and he nods at Xing Zimo and calls him "Master".

At this time, an aunt who looked familiar to Xing Zimo came over with a smiling face, and Xing Zimo also smiled at her, "Aunt Zhao, how are you?"

Aunt Zhao patted his arm, "That's great, Xiao Mo, is this... your wife?"

The corner of Chen Yi's mouth trembled following the smile: "What, what?"

Xing Zimo interrupted him, and said first: "Yes, bring him back to see my dad."

"Oh, that's it, Xiaomo has really good eyesight." Aunt Zhao's tone became lighter, and she looked at Chen Yi unabashedly, as if she wanted to see all his pores.

Chen Yi was very uncomfortable, he took a step back from Xing Zimo, and said restrainedly, "Hi Aunt Zhao, my name is Chen Yi."

Xing Zimo glanced sideways at Chen Yi, turning his body to completely block Aunt Zhao's sight, "Aunt Zhao, where is my dad?"

"I'm waiting for you upstairs, hurry up." Aunt Zhao looked away and went to the kitchen.

There are not so many twists and turns in the rooms here. After going upstairs, the rooms are distributed on both sides of the left and right corridors.At the end of the corridor on the right is an open-air balcony, where a person is sitting.

I don't know how long I sat with my back to them.

When Xing Zimo saw the figure from behind, he stopped in his footsteps, Chen Yi was in a mess, and accidentally bumped into Xing Zimo's back.

His nose suddenly became sore, it was even harder than the last time he was hit at the Minghuang Hotel.He clearly felt that Xing Zimo's footsteps were too hasty, and he was a little distracted. He was knocked forward by Chen Yi and wiped half a step forward.

"What's wrong with you?" Chen Yi saw that Xing Zimo's face was a little tense, and he didn't look like he was going to see his father at all.

Xing Zimo spread his hands and put them in front of Chen Yi, "You look a little scared."

Chen Yi: "??"

Chen Yi wanted to say that it was because you looked a little scared.But he couldn't say anything when the words came to his mouth, Chen Yi looked down at Xing Zimo's wide palm, after thinking about it, he put it on it, and held it vaguely.

As a result, as soon as he held it, when it was hanging between the two of them, Xing Zimo let go of his hand, twisted his palm, and touched Chen Yi's fingers with five fingers, and clasped it tightly.

It was so close that Chen Yi immediately felt the warmth of Xing Zimo's palm and a slight layer of sweat.

Chen Yi pursed his lips, looking at the two people's handshake, he couldn't move his eyes for a while.He bent his fingers and pinched the back of Xing Zimo's hand.

"What are you doing without coming in?"

The back figure on the balcony is still in the same sitting posture, the voice is full of traces of growth rings, full of vicissitudes but full of vigor, and a simple sentence makes Chen Yi tense up suddenly.

Xing Zimo took Chen Yi's hand and walked out, and sat on the double chair opposite the man.Chen Yi subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand, but Xing Zimo grabbed him even tighter.

"Dad." Xing Zimo said lightly.

"Uncle..." Before Chen Yi could utter the next word, his hand was pinched hard, and the pain caused him to change his words immediately, "Hello, Uncle."

There was no shade on the balcony, and the afternoon sun was a bit dazzling. The man was half lying on the recliner, facing the warm sun, with sunglasses on his nose, so he couldn't see clearly.

This unknown but intuitive feeling of being watched made Chen Yi very uncomfortable, so he had to move his gaze elsewhere.

Xing Kang has fought in the mall for many years, and his bearing and oppressive power are not only born with him, but also cultivated.Rumor has it that Xing Kang is the gentlest of the four successive generations of the Xing family.

He has a degree of relaxation in the management of the company, and as long as it does not affect the interests of the company, he will not catch his eyes.

Many people say that when Xing Kang was the director, it was the most relaxing time for employees.

Except that his eyebrows and eyes resembled Xing Kang very much, Xing Zimo did not inherit his father's style at all.Indifference, cruelty, paranoia and harshness are synonymous with him.

Even the father and son with such different personalities don't seem to be as harmonious as ordinary family relationships.

I don't know if Chen Yi's thoughts have drifted, making him feel that Xing Kang is not the same as the gentleness in the rumors.

Xing Kang let out a cold snort, and sat up propped up. As soon as he took off his sunglasses, those dark eyes looked soft but hidden a sharp edge, and they swept straight towards the two of them. Even so, his gaze only fell on the two who were holding each other. He moved his hand away for a second, not paying much attention.

Xing Kang said to Chen Yi: "Chen Yi, you haven't eaten yet, let Aunt Zhao take you down for something to eat?"

This obviously meant that he had to talk to his son alone. Chen Yi felt that the temperature of Xing Zimo's palm was gradually dropping, and finally there was only a thin layer of cold sweat left.

At some point, Aunt Zhao had already stood at the balcony and waited.

Under Xing Kang's gaze, Chen Yi gradually withdrew his hand, rubbed Xing Zimo's back, and whispered in his ear, "I'll wait for you to pick me up downstairs."

Xing Zimo narrowed his eyes slightly, "Okay."

The air was quiet for a while, and birds were heard from time to time, which was very noisy.

"I won't come back until I ask you..." Xing Kang spoke unhurriedly, but clearly said, "Do you think your father is a dead man?"

Xing Zimo's eyes were cold, and his tone was also cold, "No."

"Being a lousy boss takes away all humanity. Is this your attitude?"

Xing Kang poured himself a cup of tea and blew twice, "Is it now that you want me to teach you how to be a son again?"

"Dad, how are you doing recently?"

Xing Kang: "I can't die yet."

Xing Zimo pursed his lips, "Dad, I plan to sell the villa by the sea."

Xing Kang didn't even look at Xing Zimo, and said flatly, "It's up to you."

Xing Zimo's Adam's apple rolled, "If you don't want to sell, I'll..."

The teacup knocked against the glass table, Xing Kang interrupted: "The house is in your name, how to deal with it is your business, don't tell me."

Xing Zimo clenched his right hand into a fist and put it on his knee, almost gnashing his teeth, "Dad, do you really have no feelings for it?"

Xing Kang ignored his question directly, "Your aunt Zhao said, Xiao Zhao has been arguing to come back these days, what have you done?"

Call him back just for Xiao Zhao?

In Xing Zimo's peripheral vision, there was disgust, "We have never been in touch."

Xing Kang: "Xiao Zhao came back not because of other things, but because of you. It's fine to come back, your Aunt Zhao misses him very much."

Xing Zimo remained silent.

Xing Kang said slowly again: "When the time comes, you go to the airport to pick him up, and the company will let him go and receive him well."

Xing Zimo: "The company has been very busy recently and has no time."

"I don't care how I deal with it. If I hear any news that you didn't take good care of him, see how I will deal with you!"

Xing Kang got up, kicked the corner of the table violently, the teacup fell down, and the water from the cup wetted Xing Zimo's trouser legs along the glass, "It's fine if you don't hate Aunt Zhao, take you as your own son, don't give it to me I don't know good from bad."

Xing Zimo stood up abruptly, his usual calmness and indifference disappeared, his eyes were scarlet, and he said to Xing Kang's back: "I don't owe her, nor you. I only have one relative, who has been lying in the Nanshan cemetery for more than a dozen years. years."

Xing Kang, who was about to go out, stopped, turned around and approached Xing Zimo angrily. Just as he raised his arm, the slap almost fell, and someone behind him spoke.

It was Aunt Zhao: "Master Xing, the Gan family is here."

Two cars passed by Xing Zimo, Chen Yi was sitting in the co-pilot, his attention was on the expressions of the people next to him.

"Stop the car." Seeing that Xing Zimo didn't respond at all, Chen Yi said again, "Xing Zimo, stop the car."

The brakes were slammed down, and Chen Yi almost hit the front with his forehead, but fortunately he was pulled by the seat belt.

Xing Zimo's face was a little pale, and his originally rosy lips were bloodless. He looked like a sick person.

Chen Yi probed his forehead with the back of his hand, the temperature was normal, "Get out of the car, Xing Zimo."

Xing Zimo said hoarsely, "What's wrong?"

Chen Yi didn't want to explain further to him, "Get out of the car as soon as I tell you."

Xing Zimo didn't have the extra energy to ask anymore, he opened his lips and went down, and was yelled into the co-pilot by Chen Yi again.

"I'll drive, sleep for a while and call you when I get home."

Xing Zimo finally had waves in his eyes, and he gave a soft "hmm", fell down the chair and closed his eyes.

The car was about to stop, and Xing Zimo suddenly said, his voice was very clear, as if he had fallen asleep, "Did Aunt Zhao tell you anything?"

The lights in the car were on, Chen Yi tilted his head and looked at Xing Zimo, the red blood in those eyes had faded a lot, the emotions had been well sorted out, and no sign of meaning could be seen.

Chen Yi shook his head, "No."

After dinner, the aunt who was cooking cleaned up the kitchen and left.Chen Yi brought the cut fruit to the living room, while Xing Zimo was watching the TV screen and stroking the rabbit.

Meimei lay peacefully on his lap, her ears collapsed, letting Xing Zimo scratch on top of her head.

Chen Yi couldn't bear to be disturbed, and turned around quietly.

"Come here." Xing Zimo said.

Chen Yi had no choice but to turn around obediently, and stood aside with fruit in both hands.Xing Zimo patted Meimei's head gently, as if treating his own daughter, and then slowly put it back on the ground.

"Sit." Xing Zimo said again.

Chen Yi sat down obediently again, still holding the portion of fruit in his hand, and stretched it out in front of Xing Zimo, "Do you want to eat?"

Xing Zimo met Chen Yi's eyes, "Hey me."

Chen Yi: "..."

Xing Zimo raised his eyebrows: "I touched the rabbit and got its fur."

Chen Yi pursed his lips, poked a piece with a toothpick, took two steps forward with his buttocks, and touched Xing Zimo's lips.

It was a piece of peach, cut into small pieces, Xing Zimo swallowed it without chewing, and then raised his eyebrows at Chen Yi.

Chen Yi poked another big piece and brought it to his mouth.

As a result, before the hand could be withdrawn, the wrist was grasped, and the body moved forward smoothly. The fruit plate in the other hand was taken away, and Chen Yi threw himself into Xing Zimo's arms from zero distance.

Chest to chest, Xing Zimo buried himself in Chen Yi's neck, the hot air he exhaled penetrated his clothes and made the skin hot.

"Xing Zimo..." Chen Yi supported Xing Zimo's heart with his hand, and tried a little bit to break free but quickly gave up.

Because he felt that Xing Zimo's mood seemed not quite right...

After a while, Xing Zimo moved his head away from his shoulders and lowered his head, the hair on his forehead covered his eyes.

Chen Yi whispered: "You can lean on for a while." After a pause, he continued, "Anyway, your head is small and not heavy."

Xing Zimo chuckled, and slowly raised his head, his dark eyes seemed to be filled with thousands of colors of lake water, rippling into Chen Yi's heart.

After staring at each other for less than two seconds, Xing Zimo lowered his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Don't hide."

This sentence, don't hide, is like saying "don't go" to someone who is reluctant to let go, and "don't be sad" when you see your loved one crying for your past.

Chen Yi's heart fell straight to the cliff, and was caught by an extremely thin rope, hanging halfway with trepidation and fear.

The next moment, that thin lip was attached to Chen Yi's. It was very soft, and the fragrance of peaches could still be vaguely smelled.

Chen Yi's hand grabbed the clothes on Xing Zimo's chest, his body was a little stiff, but he was dazzled by the enthusiastic breath and distracted his mind.

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