Ordinary but not simple

Zhang Chen couldn't drive after drinking, so Zhang Yunshan sat in the driver's seat, adjusted the rearview mirror and seat height, started the car unskillfully, turned the steering wheel slowly, stepped on the accelerator carefully, and drove into the car nervously On the road, on the road with no cars, Zhang Chen often smirked and shook his head in a trance because of drinking, trying to wake himself up, but the alcohol was full of stamina, and he squinted his eyes from sleepiness, looking at Zhang Yunshan sitting in the driver's seat, There was an unconcealable affectionate look in his eyes, which made Zhang Yunshan's heart itch.

20 minutes later, after finally driving the car to the parking garage downstairs, turning off the engine, and applying the handbrake, Zhang Yunshan couldn't control himself, let go of the seat belt, "Well," climbed onto his son, touched him in various ways, each Tongue kiss, "Mmm, um..." The 25-year-old technique is like a wolf like a tiger.

Zhang Chen's lips were swollen from being bitten by him, "Okay, okay," this is enjoyment, it's torture, "Go back to the house to take a shower first, and then go to the bedroom?" It's really inconvenient in the car. "Here, it's too narrow, it's inconvenient to move around," he pushed him away with great effort, and unbuckled his seat belt.

"Let's wash together," Zhang Yunshan was still sitting on him, "isn't it good?"

"You're so lecherous, why isn't the revised script a literary film?" Zhang Chen smiled wryly, but he wanted it impatiently, he put his hand in, and slid it into his belly, "Oh, slow down, I'm a little dizzy." Now That's not bad, "Come on, I'm so swollen that I can't stand up now."

"Okay, I will be very gentle, very gentle," Zhang Yunshan bowed her head and kissed him, "I told you to drink less, but you wouldn't listen." Sucking his chin, "That little Jiang, you care about him."

"It's a colleague and a friend." Zhang Chen closed his eyes enjoying himself. "The company has been busy recently. He and his family have helped me a lot. Now I'm relieved. His complexion is still ugly." Breathing hard, "I'm doing this. The superior leader has lost a good subordinate, and it is my fault," because the one who was about to arrive pinned the back of his head, "he must have something at home that is inconvenient to talk about," kissing him fiercely.

Zhang Yunshan was so lost in the kiss, the sticky palm was intimately wiped on his abdominal muscles, "Wenxi will not despise him," kissed him deeply again, "unless it is a family member," she pursed her lips unsatisfactorily.

"Yes..." Zhang Chen opened the car door and got out of the car with him in his arms. "Let's not talk about that." He took out the key and entered the house, and immediately pressed him on the sofa in the living room, "Let's do it again."

Zhang Yunshan smirked, embracing him, "Please be rude."

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A few days later, Zhang Chen and Zhang Yunshan picked a holiday, went to the market to buy some bags of fruit and some meat, and made a special trip to Liao Xiaojiang's house to finish it. Zhang Yunshan was a little nervous on the way there, because Zhang Yunshan didn't often go out to meet strangers , and the nature of the job is relatively nerdy, so there is very little communication with outsiders. At most, it is typing on the website and answering a few questions related to my work. As for movies, TV dramas, novels, and music, none of them are What Zhang Yunshan is interested in, what Zhang Yunshan is interested in, except for Zhang Chen who just sleeps.

"Excuse me," Zhang Chen knocked on the door of his subordinate's house, and what he saw was not his own subordinate, but an elderly-looking aunt, "I'm Liao Xiaojiang's colleague, and you are..." It wouldn't be Someone from the housekeeping company, right?

"Song Wenxi's older sister," Song Wenxi's older sister looked at the two people standing outside the door, one was tall and handsome, the other was thin, weak and gentle.

"Oh..." Zhang Chen has a high emotional intelligence. Seeing the situation, he immediately knew what was going on with his subordinates these days. "Hello, hello," he pulled his lover's hand, and walked in without waiting for the other party to move away. , "Xiaojiang," changed the slippers, "I and Dad are here to disturb you."

"Director?" Liao Xiaojiang saw that it was his boss, "You...you..."

"It's Zhang Chen," Zhang Chen handed him something he had brought, "Don't be so introverted," he treated this place as if it were his own home, "Let's have a barbecue," he turned his back on customers, and saw a man in the kitchen. A boy with an unfamiliar face but as beautiful as a ceramic doll, "Hey, who is this cutie?" Oh my god, it's the best.

Song Qinuo didn't know him, but he heard his mother calling him director just now, "Hi brother," shook his hand, "My name is Song Qinuo, he, my lover Li Yun, this is my former mother's." elder sister."

This word... The shrewd and capable Zhang Chen has mastered the skill of observing words and expressions, "Oh, hello, hello," he introduced his lover so generously, so he should introduce his lover too, "My father, Zhang Yunshan."

"Zhang Yunshan?" Song Wenxi's ex-wife's sister was familiar with the name, "TV screenwriter!" It was the first time he saw a real person standing in front of him.

Zhang Yunshan had seen this kind of scene where fans suddenly appeared. He was neither surprised nor happy, and calmly said, "Hello." He was quickly pulled over to chat, "Zhang Chen, I will chat with them on the sofa."

"Go," Zhang Chen put his hands in his pockets, looked for someone, found him in the corner of the kitchen, and walked over with a smile, "Wenxi," the buddy hugged him, "there are quite a lot of people in the house." Jokingly said, "It's hilarious."

Of course Song Wenxi knew there was something in his words, "That's..." Hey... Tired.

Two hours later, everyone gathered on the roof to eat barbecue and drink fruit juice. Li Yun was sitting on a bench, Song Qinuo was holding a laptop, leaning against Li Yun, Liao Xiaojiang and Song Wenxi's sister intimately, Song Wenxi's ex-wife's sister was grilling meat skewers by the oven, Zhang Yunshan was skewering raw meat alone, Song Wenxi and Zhang Chen were by the juicer, Zhang Chen was peeling fruit, and Song Wenxi was using the juicer.

"Wenxi, don't blame me for speaking straight," Zhang Chen glanced at the barbecue area over there, recalling the sharp dialogue when he came into contact with his two sisters, "Your two sisters are extraordinary. "The heart is not good, so we can't live together all the time. "The relationship is not good? Is there a grievance?" I have to say that his aunt is more cruel than menopausal women. "How can you speak so harshly?" People are going to die.

"I won't give in," Song Wenxi said. Maybe he didn't understand, but in other words, "it's my child's business."

"Ah?" Zhang Chen now has to take a good look at his two cuties.One is beautiful, the other is handsome, the figure is invisible, no comment, "Is there any problem?"

Song Wenxi thought it was okay like him, "They are not satisfied with my daughter-in-law."

"Oh," Zhang Chen understood, "my dad's family is not satisfied with me either." In order to comfort him, he broke the news, "It is said that a friend's child is raised well, and it belongs to someone else. If you can't raise it well, others blame you. Now We are together, and say that I am a white-eyed wolf, who ate my adoptive father till he has no bones left." Speaking of this, I was pretty useless, "It doesn't matter who eats who." The battle discipline on the bed, I am really not as good as him sharp.

"Your biological father didn't come to ask you for money?" Song Wenxi was curious about how free he was, "Does your biological father know about you and your father?"

"Dare he?" Zhang Chen handled this mess in the family neatly, "I was created by him, and the family doesn't want me to go back to earn family property." He put the peeled fruit in a big bowl, "I only recognize Zhang Yunshan as my father, and he knows the matter between me and my father, and he can't do anything about it." Thinking of the scene where I had a showdown with my biological father and said that I didn't recognize my ancestors and returned to my ancestors, it was simply a vigorous interaction. Resentment, "Anyway, I'm reasonable, what kind of thing is he?"