lover relationship

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"Chang'an Migui, it's not easy living here, and Suhe isn't much better..." Sang Ye tore open his neckline and collapsed on the sofa, reeking of alcohol.

The nanny and housekeeper in the Sangqin villa looked at him very strangely, as if they were looking at a juggling monkey that they had never seen before. of.

Since Sang Ye said hello to Sang Qin and his stepmother on the first day back to Suhe, he never came back to the old villa again, God knows where he bought the house and went there on his own.

He came back suddenly in the middle of the night without even a notification. When he came back, no one opened the gate of the villa for him. Sang Ye honked the car horn twice in a particularly ungrateful manner. There were no neighbors in their house, even everyone in the yard would be punished. He woke up.

In any case, he is the only young master of the Sang family. Even if he doesn't want to see him again, the old housekeeper, Uncle De, and Aunt Qiu, the nanny who has worked in the Sang Qin family for five or six years, will not lose their due courtesy.

Parked the car for the young master, arranged for the driver, and soaked a glass of honey water.

The young master took a sip from a distance and shook his head: "This is such a sweet smell, please stay away from me."

Aunt Qiu made it weaker for him again, but the lawless young master still didn't drink it.It was too hot at first, but after mixing it with water, he thought the water was not clean after being left for a long time, and then a glass of it was cooled and half-warmed, and he was critical that the water used at the beginning was too hot, which would burn the raisins in the honey Structure, he sat and shook his head like a grandfather watching others come and go, summed up in one sentence - "I don't fucking drink".

Over and over again, Aunt Qiu's face turned dark.

Over and over again, he finally got the old man upstairs down.

Sang Qin woke up when the two horns sounded, knowing that this bastard son returned home, not only did not have the slightest affection between father and son, but instead developed irritable migraines, he simply and his current wife, Bai Tinghe, have the right to be I fell asleep and couldn't hear.

But this bastard thing is forcing too many things.

No matter how good the sound insulation of the villa is, it can't resist his drunken cub. If Sang Qin doesn't move his body, I'm afraid none of us will be able to sleep tonight.

As soon as the door on the second floor moved, Sang Ye's ghost heard it. He squinted his eyes, glanced at Aunt Qiu, the nanny at the entrance, who was full of resentment, and suddenly said: "Our little Mrs. Sang has learned to behave well."

"Ms. Xiao Sang" is Sang Ye's "respectful title" for her stepmother.

She was the housekeeper hired by Sang Qin when he started his business abroad, and the drama of dog-blood ethics, and today's golden eight o'clock stalls don't bother with such an old-fashioned cheating drama.

It's just that the story is just like the love entanglement between the scholar and the vixen, which is still legendary for hundreds of years and thousands of years, but such bloody plots are often true.Get a handful on the street, two or three out of ten.

The three words "inferiority" are really suitable to describe men. Let's interpret each word separately, "inferiority", "root" and "sex" are enough to fully describe the "inferiority" of men without even unnecessary explanations.

Now this Aunt Qiu is not too young, and seeing that she is going to be fifty, that's why Sang Ye purposely spit out a line of ridicule in front of Sang Qin - "Our little Mrs. Sang has learned how to behave", and she will watch family ethics dramas when she learns. Unlike his poor mother, who blindly believed in a man's mouth, she really believed in a deceitful ghost.

When Sang Qin walked down the second floor, he was so angry that he heard his bastard's words, he slapped on the banister of the stairs and asked him: "What do you want!"

Bai Tinghe turned pale while holding the door frame, and she didn't dare to speak. She has never been very confident in front of Sang Ye.

It's hard for outsiders to tell the family affairs, Bai Tinghe secretly winked at Aunt Qiu, and the silent butler and servants all retreated to their respective doors.

Inside and outside the door, it is not a home.

Sang Ye looked at his angry father, suddenly rolled his eyes, laughed out of the alcohol, and glanced to the side, Bai Tinghe subconsciously took a small step back when he saw him.

Sang Qin has not recovered from his anger: "What are you looking at! Look at her..."

"I'm looking at my mother." Sang Ye interrupted his grumpy father with a light and joking voice, calling Bai Tinghe "Mom", but the call made people shiver, as if he was looking at Bai Ting The ghost of the biological mother behind He.

Both Sang Qin and Bai Tinghe were stunned by this title, and almost subconsciously glanced behind Bai Tinghe at the same time.

Sang Ye was finally presumptuous, and bent over with a smile. How guilty must he be, knowing his filth, to taste fear and anxiety from a sentence, and to suddenly believe in strange powers?It's ridiculous that he, Sang Qin, used to be a university teacher, but he fell into this state of mind after he started business. I really don't know how he made the company bigger these years.

Literature, art, afternoon tea; money, decay, capitalists.

Fallen.

In today's increasingly commercialized world, many judgments have lost their standards, and many characters have lost their hearts. Sang Qin will not remember the poems he wrote for love, nor will he remember the young girl he held under the plane tree when he was a student Hands as white and soft as gardenias.

When those shy teenagers were left, only the sick and beautiful woman told the son next to the hospital bed over and over again.

Listen to the beautiful past, listen to the love of the past, and listen to the disillusionment of love.

She lost her eyes, and was bewitched by love and walked into a besieged city. The city was bleak and soaked in oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar. She would often make herself a cup of fragrant tea, but the literati she loved had long since lost their taste for tea. , I have long been unable to understand this kind of elegance.

As soon as Sangye closed his mind, his slightly narrowed peach blossom eyes were slightly flushed due to drunkenness. He looked at his father, and his voice suddenly became serious. Maybe he was not used to his own seriousness, so he smiled before speaking: "Dad, you It's useless to be angry, I'm not the kid who started to be afraid of you pulling your belt when you frowned and stared. After so many years, who has it easy?"

Sang Qin didn't understand this son too much, and was stunned by his words. The guilt in his heart floated like fine rain, and melted into the depths like oil, without ripples, but it made him panic.

"You're sorry for her, but now that everyone is gone, where will the debt be paid?" Sang Ye said with a smile, "I know what you want me to come back for, the palm-sized place in Quan Town is very expensive now , unfortunately, your son has saved some spare money while fooling around outside. You have to beg for help, but you don't have to ask me, but you are not willing to give away the family property. Sang's hands. After so many years, now you only care about my money and my last name, I know very well."

Sang Qin's face turned red and white, and he groaned coldly with his face propped up: "If I knew you were raised to look like this, I wouldn't have..."

"Aha!" Sang Ye laughed, covered his stomach and smiled at him, exaggerating, "Why not? Why not cheat? Why not divorce? Why won't my mother and I go away?"

Sang Ye pushed the honey water in front of him away in disgust, brushed off his clothes and stood up, not at all drunk: "A deal, everyone is a businessman, if you want to give me the company's wealth, how can I wave my hand and say no? Even if it is according to the words of the ancestors, it is "a gift from the elders and cannot be denied", how can I be willing to make you sad?"

Sang Ye leaned against the handrail of the stairs and stood with his pockets in his pocket: "It's just that no matter how many subordinates will always give me some, how can I buy the land in Quanzhen with just a flower shelf? With my god-given face or my idle mouth? And what about the Jianan Group, who is not familiar with the place where I live, I don’t know how to get to know so many people, Mayor Liang Juwang? You are such an empty-talking 'inheritance', how do I know that you really miss us? Is the father-son relationship between the two of you still wanting to take money from me for nothing?"

Sang Qin became serious: "I'm not yet."

"That's the best," Sang Ye shrugged and smiled and walked out the door, "Bring a few people to go, dad, it's better to be a beautiful man who likes men, you know, your son likes this one."

The old man was so angry that he jumped up and cursed in his wanton laughter: "Get out of here!"

Sang Ye didn't care, put two fingers together, and saluted from the tip of his eyebrows. The brisk and swaying whistle floated from the house to the outside, to the night where there was no fixed place and the wind was as comfortable as the wind.

He doesn't like sweets.

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