Flammable and explosive

Chen Chen was holding a bowl and sitting face to face with Chen Ting, the sound of the spoon being touched lightly in the porcelain bowl was very distinct in his ears.From time to time, Chen Ting raised his eyes to peek at his uncle, chewing a few small balls in his mouth, the thoughts in his eyes were very vivid.Chen Chen ignored it completely. He lowered his head and concentrated on eating the dumplings. At this moment, Chen Ting reached out and put a spoon into Chen Chen's bowl, picked one up and stole it away.

"..."

"Not enough to eat... Uncle... You have eaten too little." Chen Ting looked at him innocently with his eyes open, and was afraid that his uncle would snatch it back. He held the bowl close to his chest, and stuffed two mouthfuls into his mouth Finished.

Chen Chen's gaze flashed past like a ghost, he put down the bowl, and got closer to Chen Ting.He smiled slightly, his voice chasing up like a shadow.He leaned forward, his lips hovering within an inch of someone.

"Then uncle will give you something to eat."

"..." Chen Ting's body froze obviously. He stared at Chen Chen in a daze. He unconsciously leaned back, feeling his throat tightening and his chest throbbing wildly.

Chen Chen glanced at him, and just as he was about to pull away, his wrist was grabbed.

Chen Chen raised his eyebrows sensitively, his eyes were very frivolous, and that glance caused Chen Ting to raise his eyebrows desperately.

"...Uncle, I have something to tell you." Chen Ting gradually loosened his hold on Chen Chen's wrist, and his fingers withdrew from his wrist with great reluctance. His throat rose and fell, inadvertently. He let out a deep sigh, as if trying to bring back a sliver of sanity.

Chen Chen sat down again, with a serious look on his face, leaning his elbows on the armrest of the chair, crossing his fingers to signal him.

Chen Ting stared at Chen Chen, and suddenly took off a wrench that was on his hand, and he put it lightly by his side before speaking.

However, Chen Chen caught a glimpse of his transparent white finger that was exactly the same as his, and suddenly his eyelids twitched.

"Uncle, it was my fault that I lost my temper with you that day, I'm sorry." Chen Ting squatted in front of Chen Chen, with his hands on Chen Chen's lap, his tone was sincere.

He didn't say whether it was the time the two of them broke taboos for many years in the hospital; or the time they broke up and slammed the door in the study earlier; mentioned.

Chen Chen raised his hand and touched Chen Ting's face. He felt that the child's face was sunken and thin.

"Uncle is not good either, he speaks too harshly." Chen Chen moved his hand to Chen Ting's arm in an attempt to pull him up, but Chen Ting did not move a step.

He shook his head, then raised his head and said, "Uncle, I came back this time to see if I can help you. You have put so much effort into me since I was a child, and Ah Ting doesn't know what else my uncle lacks." , what else can I give you, but Ah Ting still wants to share a little for you."

Chen Chen looked past Chen Ting at his finger wrench on the bed.Suddenly, he thought of the day when his eldest brother Chen Que took the seat many years ago.

"Ah Chen, Nuo." Chen Qin handed Chen Chen a box, and he opened it to see a finger puller embedded in the dark blue velvet box.It was a fine jade, and it revealed a very dazzling brilliance when it was turned a little.

"Isn't this sitting in the restaurant to pull the finger?" Chen Chen looked at Chen Que in surprise, Chen Que smiled without saying a word, he put his arm around Chen Chen's shoulder and said in a low voice: "There are two finger pullers, one is for sitting in the restaurant, and one is for sitting in the restaurant. There is a person who sits in the hall and can give it to anyone in the gang. This finger-wrench is not like the dragon head stick, but it has one-third of the decision-making power and can influence the gang."

The implication is that apart from the person sitting in the hall, the person with this finger puller can be said to be the second person to talk.

Chen Chen's expression suddenly became complicated, he refused and said, "This is too heavy, brother, you should leave it to Ah Ting."

Chen Qin stuffed it back into Chen Chen's hand and said, "Ah Chen, apart from our parents, I only trust you in this world. I'm gone, and from now on you will be the speaker of the 'Sandaohui'. I have to listen to you. I know you've done a good job. I'm not worried about Ah Ting, I know you will support him."

Later, Chen Que passed away unexpectedly, and Chen Chen took the dragon head stick and boarded the sitting hall.And before that, the finger pull of the second speaker quietly appeared under Chen Ting's pillow.

Chen Que was right, Chen Chen was more than just a son who would support him, he had already devoted all his heart and soul to him, and wanted to protect him for the rest of his life.

Thoughts flashed in his mind like fragments, Chen Chen withdrew his gaze, and looked down at Chen Ting again.

"Ah Ting, my uncle really wants to ask you for a favor."

There was sarcasm in Chen Chen's eyes, and he secretly mocked whether he had started to be so cautious when he was older.The Chen family have always been born gamblers. If he dares to bet on this game, he dares to bet that he has the ability to protect him from retreat.

"I just need you to produce a risk assessment report, and you don't need to participate in other things." Chen Chen briefly introduced the project to Chen Ting. Chen Ting looked serious and used his notes to write down some key points from time to time.

"I will let you meet Lu Yao this week. You don't need to contact Tang Yinqiu. If you need any support, just talk to Lu Yao directly." Chen Ting nodded to show that he knew.

Chen Chen patted him on the shoulder and said, "We'll talk about it tomorrow, go to bed!" Chen Chen stood up and folded his wrists on the table. Just as he was about to leave, Chen Ting stopped him.

"Uncle, if I'm done, give me a reward." Chen Ting propped his head on his hands, lying on his side, he looked at Chen Chen intently, with the same evil spirit as his uncle.

Chen Chen sneered, he turned around and leaned against the door panel, crossed his feet, swept Chen Ting lazily and said, "What do you want?"

Chen Ting stretched out his tongue and licked his lips, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in a low voice, "I want to eat meat!"

Chen Chen nodded in understanding, he shrugged his shoulders and said lightly: "No problem, as much as you want."

A triumphant smile appeared in Chen Ting's eyes, and he felt that his lips were wet and moist just after being brushed by his tongue. He threw the quilt to cover his head, and his voice was muffled in the quilt.

"I'm going to sleep! Good night, uncle! Remember the stew!"

Chen Chen was stupefied, why would he be so happy eating a piece of meat?Is it rare that there is no meat in the United States?Ah, the Americans are too pitiful.

Chen Chen walked out of the room and closed the door for Chen Ting without any hassle. The door lock was locked, and Chen Ting revealed half-covered eyes, full of smiles inside.